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#1 Realistic (ex. stab in the gut is a stab in the gut)

28 (31.1%)

#1 Statistics (ex. stab in the gut deals 75 damage)

5 (5.6%)

#1 Comical Statistics (ex. stab in the gut deals 75 damage plus has a 75 appear above your head for a few seconds)

18 (20%)

#2 Respawn part is done.

9 (10%)

#2 Poll has not been reset so combat can continue.

11 (12.2%)

#2 However, drop your second vote down here to be fair to early voters for combat.

19 (21.1%)

Total Members Voted: 50

[kj1225]

Kyle shrugs looking at his ability.
"Hm, shadow clone. Creates a near perfect copy of the user using (insert mana like thing here) to power it."

[Playergamer]

Name: Playergamer
Appearance: A normal looking, 20 or so year old, dirty blond with blue-green eyes, wearing a sports-like jersey.
Inventory: E-sports Jersey with steam username on it, sneakers, Computer Setup (Mouse can be used as a flail, etc. Never leave home without it.)

The man slowly stumbles to his feet.

"...Did I pass out during practice?"

He then looks at his... thing.

"Gamer? Yes. Where the hell am- Improved Reflexes? Seriously? That's what I get?"

[WillowLuman]

I can't not play this. And I'm happy to see that most people seem to be using their approximately real life appearance, it helps with the whole "real RP" thing.

Name: HugoLuman
Appearance: A very tall, gangly man of about 20. Basically physically fit and quite strong in the legs but only average in upper body strength. Short brown hair, hazel eyes.
Inventroy: Wearing a blue polo shirt and faded Arizona jeans, with a great big French Army Greatcoat over it all. Carrying a messenger bag with notebook and a small pocket knife, also carrying a large hatchet (going by weapons we actually own, right?).

HugoLuman stretches profusely before looking at the strangers in the room around him. "...'Morning? So... any of you know what the hell is going on?"

[Arcvasti]

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Arcvasti

Appearance: A caucasianyish-looking male human slightly below average height. Looks to be around early twenties or somewhere similar. He has longish rumply brown hair. Skinny and generally lacking in any actual muscle or noticeable fat deposits.

Inventory:
Wears a grey jacket over a grey hoodie over a black T-shirt along with suitably grey pants and socks. Wears glasses with a slightly feminine design[Also gray, in case you were wondering]. Carries a thick heavy book with an embossed ouroburos on the cover that looks like it doubles as both an instrument of blunt force trauma AND reading material. At least, it would if it wasn't filled with blank pages.

Arcvasti gets up and looks around **Well. This is new. Hi.** He turns towards the daisyism thing at the center of the room. **That looks almost like... I wonder if I could just. Sort of walk over and... OW!** Having had his devicey gimmick implanted, he proceeds to select the recommended class of support. Looking at his ability description, it says he has AID I, which boosts someone else's ability to the next level[EX: Using AID I on Zanzetkuken for example would let him use Improved Accuracy II next time he used the ability]. **I guess this is like a game then?"** Looking around at the sharp implements and guns carried by the other people in the room, he says **Looks like some people came here more prepared then me. Oh, yes. Names. I'm... I'm... I suppose I'm Arcvasti now. I never really liked my old name anyways.**

"...'Morning? So... any of you know what the hell is going on?"

**Your guess is as good as mine. Seems like some sort of game though. I think we're supposed to get a "class" at that platformyish-looking thing. Not sure what will hapen after that. Although it will probably involve violence of some variety, as I believe is traditional in most games of this sort.**

[WillowLuman]

((What are we supposed to do for class?))

"Wait... Arcvasti? I know that name from somewhere. Who are the rest of you?"

[RangerCado]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: RangerCado
Appearance: Male, 16, with brown hair and eyes. 6'0... 138 lbs, very thin. Small curling of the lips to give an almost permanent looking smile.
Inventory:
-Black Track Pants
-Short Sleeve black T-shirt
-10W runners
-36 pound draw weight Recurve Bow
-Quiver of 12 arrows.
-Backpack
-half-Chainmail
-Toque.

Cado wakes up, looks around at all the people, and then looks at himself.

"...This isn't the strangest dream I've had tonight..."

((Yes, I do own half-Chainmail, a Recurve, and arrows.))

[Playergamer]

"Oh come on, none of you recognize me? Katowice, Copenhagen?"

[RangerCado]

"Never met ya."

[WillowLuman]

"I'm better at faces than names, and I've never seen any of your faces before. How about a name?"

[RangerCado]

"Same. I'm RangerCado, or just... Cado... why am I talking in a dream? huh... I don't usually get this freedom."

[WillowLuman]

"RangoCado? Oh... are you all from Bay12?"

[RangerCado]

"...I'm trapped in a Forum... or video game... with Bay12ers... THIS!, will not end well."

[kj1225]

Kyle pokes the door.

[WillowLuman]

"Weird... I can't seem to say my real name. But I guess you all know me better as HugoLuman. And I must say, I did not see me spending my memorial day weekend this way."

[RangerCado]

"And I only had a month of school left... Well this sucks."