Good evening. I'm calling you on this day to inform you that you and your child have been selected for a psychological experiment. You see, we in a certain organization have decided to see just how much the average parent can take; how much the average child can take. We, the Organization have removed your child from your presence. He or she as the case may be, is ours now. Of course what kind of test would this be if you aren't given an opportunity to pass? Well we're giving you one chance to do this. You will leave everything and everyone you're going to work for us, going to help us and as payment, you're going to get your kid back, or so you hope. For all you know this is already the first test and as your teacher I'm giving you one hint; it's not. Now you're going to meet a few other participants in our little study, they are your friends, your companions and your team. I am your new boss; you can call me?The Slender Man. Have a good night; you'll receive your first assignment tomorrow. Don't talk to anyone about this, we'll know, and finally, smile for the camera.
This RP is a modern RP, you're a white collared worker, you live in an average home, you love your wife you love your kid. Life is great. One day you work the late shift some some nice overtime on the cheque. You get home, wife's asleep. You go into your child's room, wanting to see his/her face before you go to bed. You tug the blanket from over your child's face to see...that there is no child. Maybe it's on your bed tonight, had a nightmare or something. As you go to your room, your cellphone rings. You answer it and your life is changed forever.
Right now I'm just seeing who is interested in this kind of storyline, more details on the actual RP will come, but right now I just want a general answer. Do you like what you see here?
And Now, since I seem to have gotten enough interest, I'm opening the floor to sheets.[footnote]Not All sheets will be accepted. I the GM have the right to reject a sheet based off of lack of content, or poor design[/footnote] Those who already posted on here have reserved spots until they specify otherwise, and I'm looking for sheets to fill up the remaining slots. We'll have six players, but you'll all be playing two characters, as there is going to be two lines of story going. Your first character will be the adult who answered the call, and the second character you'll be playing, is the abducted child. Combining these two storylines and choices made by both parties determine if you are ever going to meet again. Your child may die, you may die. If either character dies, you simply remain 100% committed to the other one. If both die, you're unfortunately out of the RP, though you can pick up additional roles as NPCs[footnote] If you wish to inquire about becoming a NPC after your death PM LITV[/footnote].
Sheets should be as follows
If you have any questions feel free to PM me at any time, I'll try to get back to you
Police have found the group of missing children. The six children, all between six years to nine years of age, were found in an abandoned warehouse in the outer districts of the city. None of the children survived whoever had taken them, most of them had been suffocated, but police will not release what had happened to the last one. We were unable to contact the parents for comments. Police will not specify whether these deaths are related to the random acts of crime in the last few weeks. We will continue to keep coverage of this sad story as it becomes available.
The tragic story began when 6 children were reported missing about two weeks ago. The next day marked the beginning of well thought out crime strikes on two banks and six stores. Thirteen people per incident were killed. Police fought to contain this outburst, while investigations of the missing children took the sideline. The parents of the children were arrested last week on charges of obstructing justice and for questioning of the location of their children. The night that they were held marked the greatest jail break, in our city's history. The parents were reported to have disappeared.
Three of the parents were found dead at the last attack, that being on the mayor's office, where six support staff and seven security officers were killed. The mayor was spared and the rest of the parents disappeared. They have not been seen from since. Police are asking anyone with information to come forward, as these people are assumed to be extremely dangerous. View the helpline on our website, if you have something to report.
The tragic story began when 6 children were reported missing about two weeks ago. The next day marked the beginning of well thought out crime strikes on two banks and six stores. Thirteen people per incident were killed. Police fought to contain this outburst, while investigations of the missing children took the sideline. The parents of the children were arrested last week on charges of obstructing justice and for questioning of the location of their children. The night that they were held marked the greatest jail break, in our city's history. The parents were reported to have disappeared.
Three of the parents were found dead at the last attack, that being on the mayor's office, where six support staff and seven security officers were killed. The mayor was spared and the rest of the parents disappeared. They have not been seen from since. Police are asking anyone with information to come forward, as these people are assumed to be extremely dangerous. View the helpline on our website, if you have something to report.
Today marked a break in what the population has dubbed; "The 13 Incident" police have discovered a tape recorded by one of the parents involved in the incident. The tape was later leaked to the Internet. Here is unedited audio of the recording; a fair warning, some might find this disturbing:
Man: The fuckers stole and murdered my son, why the fuck am I even helping you anymore?
Woman: Because our children will suffer the same fate as yours did.
Man: Well then I want something in return
*scuffling noises, then a piercing scream*
Woman: What the hell are you doing you bastard?
*More scuffling and muted noises of panic and pain*
Man: I want payment for doing this, you're gonna be my payment *****. I'm gonna make you fuc-
*A door bursts open*
Second Man: What the fuck do you think you're doing George?
*A gunshot rings out and the woman's muffled screams resume*
Man: Harold was just too noble for his own good.
Woman: You ************ you killed him
Man: And now I'm gonna fuck you
The body of Harold Hammond has yet to be recovered. He is considered dead. Meanwhile, the police continue the search for George Bert and Penelope Higgins. Again any citizens that have any information are advised to contact local law enforcement. With the apparent death of Harold, it seems there are only two of the parents left. Their spouses have been brought in for questioning.
In other News, a slew of "prank calls" regarding an "Organization" have proved to be far from innocent as six new children have been abducted. Taps on phonelines across the city revealed these phonecalls shortly after the first slew of kidnappings and are working on tracking them.
Man: The fuckers stole and murdered my son, why the fuck am I even helping you anymore?
Woman: Because our children will suffer the same fate as yours did.
Man: Well then I want something in return
*scuffling noises, then a piercing scream*
Woman: What the hell are you doing you bastard?
*More scuffling and muted noises of panic and pain*
Man: I want payment for doing this, you're gonna be my payment *****. I'm gonna make you fuc-
*A door bursts open*
Second Man: What the fuck do you think you're doing George?
*A gunshot rings out and the woman's muffled screams resume*
Man: Harold was just too noble for his own good.
Woman: You ************ you killed him
Man: And now I'm gonna fuck you
The body of Harold Hammond has yet to be recovered. He is considered dead. Meanwhile, the police continue the search for George Bert and Penelope Higgins. Again any citizens that have any information are advised to contact local law enforcement. With the apparent death of Harold, it seems there are only two of the parents left. Their spouses have been brought in for questioning.
In other News, a slew of "prank calls" regarding an "Organization" have proved to be far from innocent as six new children have been abducted. Taps on phonelines across the city revealed these phonecalls shortly after the first slew of kidnappings and are working on tracking them.
He sat at his computer, his hands shaking as they always did when he typed. The Slender Man was working again, putting up the dossier on the latest rounds of test subjects. As he typed, a grip of panic grabbed hold of him, knocking the breath from his body. He grabbed an oxygen mask from the tank beside him and let the life flow back into his body. The breath he took was deep and allowed him to regain himself. The attacks were growing more intense and more frequent. The Corporation was pushing him too hard, obsessed with finding an answer before their deadlines and thus this meant that the Slender Man had to be obsessed about it as well. His fingers flooded the keyboard, putting the last name in for the night
Name: Isla Barker
Age: 23
Occupation: Administrative assistant
Company: Binder & Laurence Law Offices
He paused from his writing to open his cell phone, dialing quickly. He put the mouthpiece near his lips and pressed on his throat, deepening his voice, "It is time for you to go into play, her address is?"
He finished giving the vital details and hung up the phone. He stood up gingerly, moving to the fridge. He poured himself three fingers of whiskey and downed them in one shot, feeling the cool liquor pour down his throat, and warm his stomach. It did nothing to stem the chill of his heart. He was damned for what he was partaking in and he knew it. Blood was on his hands in the pursuit of answers. The sacrifice was getting to be too much and so he drank.
He stumbled to his computer, feeling the mix of euphoria and dread, a by-product of the alcohol and guilt that was in his system. He saved his work to the hidden drives on his computer and lay down on the couch to sleep. As he turned over he mumbled an old quote, one that meant so much and yet was forgotten by society, "Now we are all sons of bitches?"
The boy was young, too young to be on the streets. If it hadn't been for his father's drinking he wouldn't be here. If his father, in a drunken rage, hadn't stabbed his mother and put her into a coma, he wouldn't have the hospital bills to pay. If he hadn't had to pay, he wouldn't have had to become a drug dealer. Cause and Effect, two lovers, intertwined, helping one another complete the goals of the other. The result of the relationship slept in a small bed in the apartment of Isla. Her mother, because of the daughter, was working the late shift, the price she had to pay in order to keep her daughter. The drug dealer didn't know the family, nor did he want to, this was only a job, grab the girl and run, that's all he had to do, no blood, no death, no issues.
He opened the door, his gun out only to assure himself, though it was doing far from that. The door squeaked, only slightly, but was enough to make him wince. A voice echoed from the shadows, "Who is there?"
There wasn't supposed to be anyone here, he had scouted the place for hours, no lights, no movement, who was here? His paranoid mind raced, terrified of being discovered, he fired wildly into the room, hoping he hit what was hiding in the dark. He heard a muffled cry and a thump to the ground, followed by ragged gasps. The sound another door opening spun him around. A young woman was leaving her apartment, most likely off to a late shift herself. Before she could open her mouth to scream at the man with a pistol in his hand, he fired again, the silenced round, silencing the young woman?
Name: Isla Barker
Age: 23
Occupation: Administrative assistant
Company: Binder & Laurence Law Offices
He paused from his writing to open his cell phone, dialing quickly. He put the mouthpiece near his lips and pressed on his throat, deepening his voice, "It is time for you to go into play, her address is?"
He finished giving the vital details and hung up the phone. He stood up gingerly, moving to the fridge. He poured himself three fingers of whiskey and downed them in one shot, feeling the cool liquor pour down his throat, and warm his stomach. It did nothing to stem the chill of his heart. He was damned for what he was partaking in and he knew it. Blood was on his hands in the pursuit of answers. The sacrifice was getting to be too much and so he drank.
He stumbled to his computer, feeling the mix of euphoria and dread, a by-product of the alcohol and guilt that was in his system. He saved his work to the hidden drives on his computer and lay down on the couch to sleep. As he turned over he mumbled an old quote, one that meant so much and yet was forgotten by society, "Now we are all sons of bitches?"
The boy was young, too young to be on the streets. If it hadn't been for his father's drinking he wouldn't be here. If his father, in a drunken rage, hadn't stabbed his mother and put her into a coma, he wouldn't have the hospital bills to pay. If he hadn't had to pay, he wouldn't have had to become a drug dealer. Cause and Effect, two lovers, intertwined, helping one another complete the goals of the other. The result of the relationship slept in a small bed in the apartment of Isla. Her mother, because of the daughter, was working the late shift, the price she had to pay in order to keep her daughter. The drug dealer didn't know the family, nor did he want to, this was only a job, grab the girl and run, that's all he had to do, no blood, no death, no issues.
He opened the door, his gun out only to assure himself, though it was doing far from that. The door squeaked, only slightly, but was enough to make him wince. A voice echoed from the shadows, "Who is there?"
There wasn't supposed to be anyone here, he had scouted the place for hours, no lights, no movement, who was here? His paranoid mind raced, terrified of being discovered, he fired wildly into the room, hoping he hit what was hiding in the dark. He heard a muffled cry and a thump to the ground, followed by ragged gasps. The sound another door opening spun him around. A young woman was leaving her apartment, most likely off to a late shift herself. Before she could open her mouth to scream at the man with a pistol in his hand, he fired again, the silenced round, silencing the young woman?
This RP is a modern RP, you're a white collared worker, you live in an average home, you love your wife you love your kid. Life is great. One day you work the late shift some some nice overtime on the cheque. You get home, wife's asleep. You go into your child's room, wanting to see his/her face before you go to bed. You tug the blanket from over your child's face to see...that there is no child. Maybe it's on your bed tonight, had a nightmare or something. As you go to your room, your cellphone rings. You answer it and your life is changed forever.
And Now, since I seem to have gotten enough interest, I'm opening the floor to sheets.[footnote]Not All sheets will be accepted. I the GM have the right to reject a sheet based off of lack of content, or poor design[/footnote] Those who already posted on here have reserved spots until they specify otherwise, and I'm looking for sheets to fill up the remaining slots. We'll have six players, but you'll all be playing two characters, as there is going to be two lines of story going. Your first character will be the adult who answered the call, and the second character you'll be playing, is the abducted child. Combining these two storylines and choices made by both parties determine if you are ever going to meet again. Your child may die, you may die. If either character dies, you simply remain 100% committed to the other one. If both die, you're unfortunately out of the RP, though you can pick up additional roles as NPCs[footnote] If you wish to inquire about becoming a NPC after your death PM LITV[/footnote].
Sheets should be as follows
Name: Explains itself
Age: Explains itself
Occupation: Must be some kind of office job, I'm not looking for ex-cops and soldiers and such
Company you work for: Very important that I get something here
Bio: 250 words or so on your character's life, routine, how has he lived, what has he done?
Age: Explains itself
Occupation: Must be some kind of office job, I'm not looking for ex-cops and soldiers and such
Company you work for: Very important that I get something here
Bio: 250 words or so on your character's life, routine, how has he lived, what has he done?
Name: Again explains itself
Age: Well you get the point, make it between 4-9 years of age
Personality: Leader, follower, intuitive, timid. How does he act?
Age: Well you get the point, make it between 4-9 years of age
Personality: Leader, follower, intuitive, timid. How does he act?
If you have any questions feel free to PM me at any time, I'll try to get back to you
