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[Gamerlord]

As six chosen Singular individuals are rescued from their previous fate, the world they once called home comes to it's ultimate end. The land is dug up and consumed, the people devoured and the very fabric of that reality is ravaged by Kirby's presence. The Strangers load their cargo onto the their... conveyance and in a blink are gone from that world. The die is cast, the coin is flipped, the tarot dealt. The fate of the multiverse is up for grabs and anyone who wants can reach for it. Let's just hope it doesn't all go down the shitter, eh?

ALL

You all awake on a cold metal floor. Looking around reveals the rest of you. None of the Strangers are in view, neither is any machinery.

Spoiler: Inventories (click to show/hide)

Mark Kingston: tool kit
Roy Strider: zanbato, kevlar body armour
Heinrik Wilhelm: grenade launcher, 8 rounds of 40mm frag
Millie Q Frankowitz: kitchen knife
Cromwell Jackson: hat
Big Mclargehuge: fists

((Sorry for the short intro, I lost my type up and had to go with an earlier draft. I'll be working on it in my spare time and I promise I will at some point get it back up to scratch and show it to you. Very sorry for any dissappointment.))

[killerhellhound]

Mark came to then rolled over got comfortable and started getting back to sleep

Memories returned

"Fucker" Mark shouted sitting bolt upright and looking around the room seeing other people grouning and getting up he guessed they we victums of that stranger "Hey anyone know whats going on here?" Mark asked looking closer at the others.
 One a massive eye catching brute but Mark was more fearful of the the two muscle bound and armed men, both looked like they could rip him apart and not care one bit. Mark also noticed a smaller man in a hat but dissmised him as a threat and a scared looking woman clutching a knife.
Well we seem to be a rag tag group of misfits now why do I have a feeling that a metric shit ton is going to hit the fan

[WhitiusOpus]

"...Uh... Fuck... I'm gonna kill that sorry ass..."

Heinrik groggily wakes up, and hearing his companion across the room -

"HEY! Shut the fuck up, mein friend! Unless you need something to make you do it! I've got a pounding ach in my skull, and the hell if you're gonna make it worse!"

Examine surroundings for doors/entrances

[Gamerlord]

Well we seem to be a rag tag group of misfits now why do I have a feeling that a metric shit ton is going to hit the fan

((Because no matter where you choose for your first jump, it's gonna be a warzone. ))

[killerhellhound]

((It's the rule at the beginning we will get chucked into a war zone as weak civilians then later as we get mental damage and become badass. we then have to play nice in a peaceful world(and hopefully keep the darkness from killing everything)))

Hunt around for any thing that might be useful looking for metal scrap mainly.

[Gamerlord]

((Actually shit will just get worse as you go. The reason? No matter the fact that you, as the agents of Good are advancing, for the agents of Kirby will also be on the move. ))

[killerhellhound]

Well we are on the road to hell in a handbasket lets have some fun on the journey

[Harry Baldman]

As Millie awakens, she pays no mind to the other people in the room. There are far more important issues to consider - for instance, the question of how much of her brain function she has lost after being whacked in the back of the head by some crazed kidnapper. She's lucky to be alive, she guesses.

Stand up and try to walk around. Test my coordination.

[VinnieTheDead]

Big awakens with a start, and appears dazed for a moment before going hulk-mode.

"Where is we? This ain't home?! This ain't home!"

Big begins to get angry, slamming his fists on the ground and pouting and such.

[darkpaladin109]

Roy awakens, staring in shock, then shouting.
"Where the hell am I and what the hell happened? This ain't the outside of Johhny's shack. And who the fuck are the rest of you?"

[mastahcheese]

Cromwell's eyes snap open. Before getting up, he can already hear yelling, screaming, pounding. His vision begins to clear, his head a fog. He feels the cold, dark metal, vibrating as the pounding drones on with the yelling and the screaming. It all becomes a blur, and he closes his eyes again.
The fire comes back to him, he can see it, feel it, he can see his brother, holding the match, still trailing a thin wisp of smoke, and hear his sister crying.
His eyes open again, and he can hear some words. Some sense. Someone's asking for names. He can't distinguish the voice, but it's there. Somewhere. He starts to get up, his body aching.
"What happened?"

[killerhellhound]

"Woah easy easy big fella we have all been kidnapped so we need to not kill each other while we find out whats going on. That goes for everyone" Mark then continued his hunt for goods

[Gamerlord]

Spoiler: killerhellhound (click to show/hide)

Hunt around for any thing that might be useful looking for metal scrap mainly.

[4]
There are shards of metal on the floor. They kinda look like the shrapnel you get from IEDs.

Spoiler: darkpaladin109 (click to show/hide)

Roy awakens, staring in shock, then shouting.
"Where the hell am I and what the hell happened? This ain't the outside of Johhny's shack. And who the fuck are the rest of you?"

You scream and yell like a pussy bitch, doing nothing of any importance.
(())

Spoiler: WhitiusOpus (click to show/hide)

"...Uh... Fuck... I'm gonna kill that sorry ass..."

Heinrik groggily wakes up, and hearing his companion across the room -

"HEY! Shut the fuck up, mein friend! Unless you need something to make you do it! I've got a pounding ach in my skull, and the hell if you're gonna make it worse!"

Examine surroundings for doors/entrances

On one wall there is a metal door, though you can only tell this because it is indented in the wall and there are controls next to it. There is no opening or gap to indicate that it's openable though. Oh and there are a couple of grates over what are presumably ventilation shafts and not murder holes.

Spoiler: Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

As Millie awakens, she pays no mind to the other people in the room. There are far more important issues to consider - for instance, the question of how much of her brain function she has lost after being whacked in the back of the head by some crazed kidnapper. She's lucky to be alive, she guesses.

Stand up and try to walk around. Test my coordination.

[2]
The world goes blurry for a second and you throw up all over the floor.
((The only reason I'm rolling for you is because you reminded me of it. ))

Spoiler: mastahcheese (click to show/hide)

Cromwell's eyes snap open. Before getting up, he can already hear yelling, screaming, pounding. His vision begins to clear, his head a fog. He feels the cold, dark metal, vibrating as the pounding drones on with the yelling and the screaming. It all becomes a blur, and he closes his eyes again.
The fire comes back to him, he can see it, feel it, he can see his brother, holding the match, still trailing a thin wisp of smoke, and hear his sister crying.
His eyes open again, and he can hear some words. Some sense. Someone's asking for names. He can't distinguish the voice, but it's there. Somewhere. He starts to get up, his body aching.
"What happened?"

Your mental trauma aside, you feel fairly fine.

Spoiler: VinnieTheDead (click to show/hide)

Big awakens with a start, and appears dazed for a moment before going hulk-mode.

"Where is we? This ain't home?! This ain't home!"

Big begins to get angry, slamming his fists on the ground and pouting and such.

[5 + 3 + 2 = 10]
Your first punch goes straight through the floor and gets stuck. Well shit.

Spoiler: Inventories (click to show/hide)

Mark Kingston: tool kit
Roy Strider: zanbato, kevlar body armour
Heinrik Wilhelm: grenade launcher, 8 rounds of 40mm frag
Millie Q Frankowitz: kitchen knife
Cromwell Jackson: hat
Big Mclargehuge: fists

((Just realised, my original plan meant that you would be able to recruit people, no - whole armies to fight with you; if you remember correctly you all dumped Charisma. *facepalm* Kirby is gonna win big time. Though it should be entertaining watching you all flailing about trying to take out the rest of existence on your own.

Oh, and I'm starting to feel kinda fond of Big Mclargehuge. He's like a retarded Dire Half-Demon Dragon-Pup.))

[killerhellhound]

Mark collecting the shards and putting them in one of his many pockets saw Mr ... you know what he's Nickname is now Big Daddy punch a hole in the metal floor"Hey careful, Now stay still, let me help" Mark grabbed his tools and started widening the hole as much as he could while trying to avoid hitting Big. After widening the hole as much as possible Mark told Big "Alright big fella now try"

[Harry Baldman]

((Just realised, my original plan meant that you would be able to recruit people, no - whole armies to fight with you; if you remember correctly you all dumped Charisma. *facepalm* Kirby is gonna win big time. Though it should be entertaining watching you all flailing about trying to take out the rest of existence on your own.))

((I find that, as a GM, you have an unfortunate tendency to gloat altogether too much. As well as release far too much information about future events far too early. It really is quite tiresome and annoying.))

Right, then. Try to recall salient facts about my identity. Any signs of memory loss?