Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1 - Revision history

TheElderOnes: Fixing the tenses of the page.

2012-06-14T08:47:09Z

Fixing the tenses of the page.

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	You laugh nervously and nod, standing up and glancing back at Eric. Sure enough, it looks like the football team and cheerleaders are negotiating a truce. Aaaaaaaand Karen's there. Cool. Real fuckin' neato.		You laugh nervously and nod, standing up and glancing back at Eric. Sure enough, it looks like the football team and cheerleaders are negotiating a truce. Aaaaaaaand Karen's there. Cool. Real fuckin' neato.

-	Before too long, you and Devin have only managed to recruit two others. You ~~recognized~~ Emily Voss, a small brunette from your Algebra I class back in freshman year, and ~~called~~ her over. She ~~seemed~~ relieved, and you get the idea that her shy attitude back then hasn't changed since. Inevitably, Randy ~~made~~ his way to you and ~~joined~~ up.	+	Before too long, you and Devin have only managed to recruit two others. You recognize Emily Voss, a small brunette from your Algebra I class back in freshman year, and call her over. She seems relieved, and you get the idea that her shy attitude back then hasn't changed since. Inevitably, Randy makes his way to you and joins up.

	After grouping up, people went their separate ways. The four of you end up in an upstairs hallway, sitting around in room 801, unsure of what to do next.		After grouping up, people went their separate ways. The four of you end up in an upstairs hallway, sitting around in room 801, unsure of what to do next.

TheElderOnes: Rewriting to switch Marissa to a different game mode.

2012-06-02T08:14:21Z

Rewriting to switch Marissa to a different game mode.

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	He stops mid-sentence, staring at her intently. It's eerie, like she's got some hold on him. His hands, trembling in fear, slowly rise up to grasp his chin and the back of his head before suddenly twisting and letting out a sickening crack.		He stops mid-sentence, staring at her intently. It's eerie, like she's got some hold on him. His hands, trembling in fear, slowly rise up to grasp his chin and the back of his head before suddenly twisting and letting out a sickening crack.

-	Just as his body hits the floor, the woman smiles and laughs to herself. "Now... no other protests, correct? Good. I would prefer to take care of this as quickly as possible, so I shall waste no time in ~~finding the first contestants~~.~~" She narrows her eyes as she scans the seats~~, ~~finally stopping on a small brunette~~. ~~You recognize her as a beam of light suddenly illuminates her~~ and ~~temporarily blinds her~~. ~~The girl chosen is one Emily Voss~~, a ~~rather shy~~, but ~~friendly and ambitious girl who was in your Algebra I class freshman year~~.	+	Just as his body hits the floor, the woman smiles and laughs to herself. "Now... no other protests, correct? Good. I would prefer to take care of this as quickly as possible, so I shall waste no time in releasing you. When I do so, you should take some time to meet up with like-minded individuals, be they your enemy or friend. Group up and take this school for yourselves, and remember that the last tribe standing wins. I may reward those of you who impress me, so don't be afraid to go nuts. Violence isn't the only way to get a gift, but it's certainly the easiest way."

-	~~"Yes... this one.~~ She ~~practically ''oozes'' life and innocence. Go on, go down to~~ the ~~floor. Step into~~ the ~~arena~~."	+	She scans the faces of everyone in the crowd for a moment, her face devoid of any expression.

-	~~Nervous~~, ~~but not wanting to challenge the woman's authority and end up like the boy who stood up to her~~, ~~Emily makes her way down to~~ the ~~waxed wood floor, looking around for some sort of way out~~. ~~You lean over to Devin and begin whispering "I know her, she was-" when~~ a ~~second light flicks~~ on~~, pointed directly at~~ you.	+	"Well, then, this is the part where you guys get in your little gangs or whatnot. Get a move on. And those of you who object to this game may see me in your school's office."

-	"You~~! Girl! If~~ you ~~feel that your conversation is more important than what is currently happening here~~, ~~then~~ you ~~can fight for~~ your ~~right~~ to ~~speak!"~~	+	With a bored shrug, she turns around and exits, leaving everyone in silence. A moment later, the lights go back on. You spy Eric already on his way to his football buddies, and you figure Karen will be trying to group off with the cheerleaders. Devin taps you on the shoulder, and you crane your neck back to see what he wants.

-	~~Shit. Now you've condemned yourself to this. And did the woman say something about killing each other? That's insane! You could never harm someone outside of self-defense and video games~~, ~~and you plan to make that point by staying in your seat~~. ~~Or, rather, that's~~ your ~~plan. After a moment~~, you ~~find yourself called to the floor by some sort of siren song, and you're helpless as you walk yourself down onto the ground below~~.	+	"Well, I know who I want on my team. With your recent foray into shooters, you should at least be a little more relaxed if this turns into full scale mayhem."

-	~~Emily stares at you~~, ~~her blue eyes wide with fear~~. ~~You can tell that the idea of killing terrifies her~~, ~~but~~ the ~~prospect of dying is much, much worse~~.	+	You laugh nervously and nod, standing up and glancing back at Eric. Sure enough, it looks like the football team and cheerleaders are negotiating a truce. Aaaaaaaand Karen's there. Cool. Real fuckin' neato.

-	~~"Look~~, ~~I could just as easily ''force'' the two of~~ you to ~~kill each other~~, ~~or even yourselves, but there's no fun~~ in that~~! I~~'~~d rather~~ you ~~found your own path in this~~."	+	Before too long, you and Devin have only managed to recruit two others. You recognized Emily Voss, a small brunette from your Algebra I class back in freshman year, and called her over. She seemed relieved, and you get the idea that her shy attitude back then hasn't changed since. Inevitably, Randy made his way to you and joined up.

-	~~Well~~, ~~it looks like you don't have much~~ of ~~a choice here. Emily's a sweet girl and all, THAT much~~ you ~~remember~~, ~~but this is life or death~~, ~~and you've got~~ to ~~make your decision fast~~.	+	After grouping up, people went their separate ways. The four of you end up in an upstairs hallway, sitting around in room 801, unsure of what to do next.

		+	Surprisingly, it's Randy who first suggests a course of action.

-	~~Emily makes two small~~, ~~almost adorable fists as you raise your own~~. ~~You mouth "I~~'~~m sorry~~" to ~~her~~, ~~and she nods~~.	+	"Well... if we gotta kill everyone else to win, then we had better hit the others while they're weak. Go huntin' after they're fortified and we're just askin' to die." You hate to admit it, but he's kinda right.

-	~~[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-1\|Try to hit her in~~ the ~~gut before she can try anything~~.]]	+	Emily, on the other hand, is appropriately defensive.

-	~~[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-2\|Go for~~ the ~~face.]]~~	+	"Yes, but if we take the time to fortify, we could be on the other side of that plan! We could hit anyone who tries to come kill us! Yeah! Someone tries to come in and kill us, and we cave their damn heads in! It's perfect!"

-	~~[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-3\|Prepare yourself in case she tries~~ to ~~get the first hit~~ in.]]	+	The two turn to Devin, expecting him to chime in. He just shrugs, however, and tells them that either plan is cool with him. The three of them direct their eyes to you, Randy looking a little angry and expectant. Emily is beaming with pride, her face free of any trace of doubt.

-	{{Bloodsport.\|Location=~~The Gym~~\|Character=Marissa P\|Health=Fine~~, but nervous~~\|Kills=N/A}}	+	Figuring that an awkward stare isn't going to satisfy them, you open your mouth.
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		+	[[Bloodsport:MarissaPHunting\|"Randy's right. We need to work fast."]]
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		+	[[Bloodsport:MarissaPDefense\|"I'm with Emily. We don't know what could happen if we go out there."]]
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		+	{{Bloodsport.\|Location=Room 801\|Character=Marissa P\|Health=Fine\|Kills=N/A}}

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TheElderOnes at 18:07, 14 February 2012

2012-02-14T18:07:48Z

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	Emily makes two small, almost adorable fists as you raise your own. You mouth "I'm sorry" to her, and she nods.		Emily makes two small, almost adorable fists as you raise your own. You mouth "I'm sorry" to her, and she nods.

-	[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-1\|Try to hit her in the gut before she can ~~react~~.]]	+	[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-1\|Try to hit her in the gut before she can try anything.]]

	[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-2\|Go for the face.]]		[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-2\|Go for the face.]]

TheElderOnes: First draft.

2012-02-04T10:12:39Z

First draft.

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"Quite some time ago," The disembodied voice begins, "I kept watch over people. As long as they made me happy, I would never let things like hunger or sickness bother them. I'll admit, my requirement for such protection was a bit... harsh. Eventually, though, those people forgot to pay me what they needed. War claimed them rather quickly afterwards. Letting them be ravaged has proven to have been a very foolish decision these days, so I come to you wonderful students to ask of you one thing. Will you show me that the human race hasn't lost its way? It'll be easy enough for you, you know. All you have to do.."

She pauses, and you and Devin glance at each other. You open your mouth, but the doors to the upper walk-way area of the gym open and let in some light, catching everybody's attention. A woman steps inside, allowing the door to slowly close itself behind her.

"...is kill each other!"

Nobody knows what to say. Some look at each other in disbelief, some stare at the woman, some begin to mutter "What?"s, and a few others begin laughing. Someone stands up and tries to call her bluff.

"You're kidding, right? You can't seriously expect us to do that. Someone in here'll just call the cops and you'll get your ass hauled off, lady! We-"

He stops mid-sentence, staring at her intently. It's eerie, like she's got some hold on him. His hands, trembling in fear, slowly rise up to grasp his chin and the back of his head before suddenly twisting and letting out a sickening crack.

Just as his body hits the floor, the woman smiles and laughs to herself. "Now... no other protests, correct? Good. I would prefer to take care of this as quickly as possible, so I shall waste no time in finding the first contestants." She narrows her eyes as she scans the seats, finally stopping on a small brunette. You recognize her as a beam of light suddenly illuminates her and temporarily blinds her. The girl chosen is one Emily Voss, a rather shy, but friendly and ambitious girl who was in your Algebra I class freshman year.

"Yes... this one. She practically ''oozes'' life and innocence. Go on, go down to the floor. Step into the arena."

Nervous, but not wanting to challenge the woman's authority and end up like the boy who stood up to her, Emily makes her way down to the waxed wood floor, looking around for some sort of way out. You lean over to Devin and begin whispering "I know her, she was-" when a second light flicks on, pointed directly at you.

"You! Girl! If you feel that your conversation is more important than what is currently happening here, then you can fight for your right to speak!"

Shit. Now you've condemned yourself to this. And did the woman say something about killing each other? That's insane! You could never harm someone outside of self-defense and video games, and you plan to make that point by staying in your seat. Or, rather, that's your plan. After a moment, you find yourself called to the floor by some sort of siren song, and you're helpless as you walk yourself down onto the ground below.

Emily stares at you, her blue eyes wide with fear. You can tell that the idea of killing terrifies her, but the prospect of dying is much, much worse.

"Look, I could just as easily ''force'' the two of you to kill each other, or even yourselves, but there's no fun in that! I'd rather you found your own path in this."

Well, it looks like you don't have much of a choice here. Emily's a sweet girl and all, THAT much you remember, but this is life or death, and you've got to make your decision fast.

Emily makes two small, almost adorable fists as you raise your own. You mouth "I'm sorry" to her, and she nods.

[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-1|Try to hit her in the gut before she can react.]]

[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-2|Go for the face.]]

[[Bloodsport:MarissaPFight1-3|Prepare yourself in case she tries to get the first hit in.]]

{{Bloodsport.|Location=The Gym|Character=Marissa P|Health=Fine, but nervous|Kills=N/A}}

[[Category: Bloodsport.]]