Date:Saint Patricks day, You know not the year Location:The Ridges-Athens, Ohio
A moaning from outside the room snaps you to full alertness. You bolt upright in bed, panic filling your mind as you don't recognize where you are. The door opens and a man comes in asking if your alright. You take a few deep breaths and reply that your fine. He leaves and says
"There gone, there all gone, but the doors are locked and the windows boarded over. Theres a meeting in the cafeteria. Someone has something to say. Come on." The man leaves you alone. You look at your wrists, the skin broken and bruised from the restraints that were removed in the night.You were stolen during the night and wrongly imprisoned in this hell. Your memories slowly come flooding back. You realize who and what you are and furthermore decide what needs to happen. Vengeance fills your blood. You join the small crowd gathering in the cafeteria.
"Welcome back to reality folks, now theres some things that need to happen..." a voice calls out after you've all gathered.
No movie or other thing based off of. Google the ridges and think of semi famous being wrongfully imprisoned and waking up the day after a vicious riot where youve been locked in with no escape.
Haggis_McMutton wrote:2. Anyone else find it kind of funny that naxus is NK'd right after insisting that we're all paranoid?
naxus wrote:Id had a idea for a game for a while but the whole connector point was a little sketchy till today. Sorry if I steal/stole a possible theme from you
I never had it coined or patented and I've never told it to anyone, so you didn't steal it from anyone. Very good idea and I'll definitely try to follow this (if some games will end, I'll join fully).
saxitoxin wrote:Your position is more complex than the federal tax code. As soon as I think I understand it, I find another index of cross-references, exceptions and amendments I have to apply.
Timminz wrote:Yo mama is so classless, she could be a Marxist utopia.