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The Game: Thirteen HellHound01 2014/06/11(Wed)13:55 No. 578199 ID: c88cb4

Your name is Eric Cambell, and you recently started playing the most amazing game. It doesn't really have a name, it's simply called "The Game" by the other players. You only started to play a few weeks ago. You had been out hunting in your usual spots in New York, and had only just put the finishing touches on your latest bit of artwork when you found yourself very suddenly elsewhere. The room was large, and you were sitting in a chair around a large conference table. At first you worried, the blood still stained your hands and your knife was still visible, but it was soon made clear that despite their being other people seated around the table none of them could see you. You supposed that appeared just as shadowy and indistinct as they seemed to you.

It was just a few seconds before the shouting began,questions like "Who are you people", and "Where are we? Why can't I get up!" started back and forth between the confused group. You choose to remain silent. Then the large double doors at the end of the room (had they always been there?) opened and a tall, thin man stepped inside. Apparently it was raining out as he shook a wet umbrella off and placed it by a coat rack.

"Hello, everyone. I suppose you are wondering why I've gathered you here" he said with a slight southern draw? More shouts from the others, some in anger, others confusion. The man waved them down. "I assure you, all will be answered in due time. First let me congratulate you on being selected to participate in the greatest event this millennium" the man shouted with a flick of his wrist.

He smiled and said "I have many names, but you may call me The Game Master!" Suddenly he was on the other side of the table. "I have chosen you for this game based on your unique personalities and skill sets. You see, what I offer is literally only limited by your imaginations" he said. The others asked more questions then, "What is it you offer? What is it you want" they asked? I continued my silence.

"What I want is simple. Entertainment, the reward for which is whatever you want. Call it a wish if you care for the term, but the reward for winning this game is whatever you desire most in the universe" he smirked again. "How do you win you might ask? Simple, be the last person standing" he laughed slightly as he spoke.

Their was a general murmur within the group as this new information was processed. The man suddenly appeared by the door again (pretty sure it had vanished sometime after he first entered) he pointed to the table. "If you will all check under your seats, you'll find something of great use to you in The Game" he says. I reach beneath my chair and pull out a small black leather book, with the numbers thirteen written on the cover in gold.

"Good luck one and all, I look forward to seeing which of you will triumph" and with that everything was dark!

You awake in the back ally where you had previously been, before your meeting with The Game Master. Next to you lay The Black Book, and the corpse of the homeless man. The fact that the pool of blood had dried up was an indicator that I had been gone for quite some time. Your work had been interrupted earlier, and the mans eyes were missing. Yet you hadn't given him anything in return. You solved the problem soon enough and gave the homeless man two red buttons to replace the loss of his eyes, standing up straight and admiring you work you started to think about what your next move might be? It was nearly three in the morning after all, and your mother must be worried sick.

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Name: Eric Cambell
Occupation: Accountant/Serial Killer
STR: 13
CON: 11
DEX: 11
SIZ: 13
INT: 13
POW: 10
APP: 12
EDU: 10
SAN: 25
HP: 12
Damage Bonus: +1D4

Weapons:

Butcher Knife 60%
Fist/Punch 70%
Kick 25%
Grapple 25%
Pistol 50%
Shotgun 50%

Skills:

Accounting 40%
Conceal 45%
Hide 55%
Listen 45%
Sneak 50%
Spot Hidden 55%
Track 40%

Equipment:

Segmented Hidden Armor
Butcher Knife
Black Book #13
Your "Face"
$4,500 in bank

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>A rehash of a game I tried before, at the >time I was hosting it with multiple >websites/people and it became to hard to keep >track of everything. Thought I'd try it again >and keep it simpler this time.

>>	906a18.jpg Orange Magic Puff 906a18 Suggestion 2014/06/11(Wed)19:46 No. 578275 ID: 906a18 You live with your mom? PUSSY