Gawkloni
Miss Panda, Ruler of Furbkins!
You wake with a start, the oncoming of a raging headache pounding its way through our skull. Side effects of the meds, or just another hassle to you. What had happened that morning? And why couldnt you see now? Why couldnt you move? As you struggle against the restraints your brain fully processed the information. Tied up, bare footed. Wait, were you wearing clothes? A chill skids down your spin as a mild panic set in, but the shifting of your legs would banish your fears. Yes, there were clothes. Well, whatever you happened to wear to bed the night before. What had happened to your bed? Your dream fillled night of rest!
A crackle of a speaker would cut through your panic and question, a rumble sounding roughly like someone clearing there rough gathers your attention. Would it have all your answers?
"An experiment has begun, one we would like to consider the last chance for your species. The chosen four that stand before me have been selected after numerous tests. They will take up residents in Society 99. This new home consists of a fully stocked Wal-mart, an empty motel six,a library and a churhc with a clock tower. While utilites remain in workig order, there will be no people other than yourselves.
To provide a better understanding we have gatherd together what one could call guidelines. Any attempts to escape the resident area wll result in death. Once inside they become completely responsible for food, shelter, protection and any medical care they may require. We will never make an exception to this. This isn't a game, you cannot pause, rewind or quit. A pakc of dogs have made a ahome out of the church basement, so we recommend not to wander at night.
As my speech comes to an end, please come to accept that some of you will survive while the rest become scraps for the dogs."
The husky man have gven you answers, but only at the risk of further questions. Why you? What the hell were they talking about a Society? Where the hell were you? A sharp snap jerks your focus in once more, and suddenly you find yourself falling. The tension in your body catching up as you thud to the ground. Your limbs are free, but it will be up to you to free your eyes and jolt to atention.
Will you work as a group or thrive as a single?
(Post in OOC not here, rp only)
A crackle of a speaker would cut through your panic and question, a rumble sounding roughly like someone clearing there rough gathers your attention. Would it have all your answers?
"An experiment has begun, one we would like to consider the last chance for your species. The chosen four that stand before me have been selected after numerous tests. They will take up residents in Society 99. This new home consists of a fully stocked Wal-mart, an empty motel six,a library and a churhc with a clock tower. While utilites remain in workig order, there will be no people other than yourselves.
To provide a better understanding we have gatherd together what one could call guidelines. Any attempts to escape the resident area wll result in death. Once inside they become completely responsible for food, shelter, protection and any medical care they may require. We will never make an exception to this. This isn't a game, you cannot pause, rewind or quit. A pakc of dogs have made a ahome out of the church basement, so we recommend not to wander at night.
As my speech comes to an end, please come to accept that some of you will survive while the rest become scraps for the dogs."
The husky man have gven you answers, but only at the risk of further questions. Why you? What the hell were they talking about a Society? Where the hell were you? A sharp snap jerks your focus in once more, and suddenly you find yourself falling. The tension in your body catching up as you thud to the ground. Your limbs are free, but it will be up to you to free your eyes and jolt to atention.
Will you work as a group or thrive as a single?
(Post in OOC not here, rp only)
