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[Cheeetar]

Are we put into the list of people who join when someone dies, or do we have to make a new application?

[Little]

That reminds me, a waiting list.

A new application could help, though. The Games Network is looking for certain kinds of people.

[Cheeetar]

So, no mental disorders?

[Zako]

Hot damn, IM IN!

[Little]

Mental disorders are fine. 

Look at it from the view of the Network: this game is to entertain the masses, and also to eliminate 'dangerous' individuals.

[Cheeetar]

Ah. So, more extreme personality disorders .

[Jackrabbit]

Sociopaths would, I think, be a plus,

[Little]

Frelock was the prime candidate in the initial batch. Hence, he was given medication, since the Network wanted him around longer.

Not only sociopaths, but people with revolutionary principals, anti-totalitarian ideas, and criminals. This show is a great way to demonize the lower class, eh? 

[Errol]

I am so going to reapply in disguise soon. Until then... well, I guess I need to train harder for the physical side, eh? *g*

Does unparalleled naivete count extra? Lower class people are all stupid, heh

[Little]

No, the lower-class people need to be dangerous. Hence why the good people sitting at home in America need to be 'protected' from them.

[Little]

After a short wait, the trio are led through the wooden door, and as the door closes behind them, they examine the room. The office is nice, the decor and art on the walls probably worth several fortunes, and the man sitting behind the desk looking an amiable forty. Dressed in a buisness suit and taking no effort to disguise his graying hair, he looks the way a businessman should look. He smiles a charming smile as he says, "Welcome, my three contestants! Sit down!"

You all follow orders, sitting down in plush leather seats. Fenneth casually pops a pill as he looks around the office. The gentleman behind the desk merely smiles as he says, "Welcome to my office. Daniel Shepard's my name, and I'm The Running Man's Director.

"You three know why you are here. You have been selected to participate on The Running Man, and that in itself is quite an honor. You see, being selected to go on The Running Man isn't just about how you do on the tests, it's about who you are. All three of you indicate somewhat anti-social tendancies, and all present danger to the established society. The Running Man eliminates such threats to society, and amuses the masses while doing so. Of course, occasionally we get someone who manages to outsmart us, but that has only happened once, and that was a historic occasion. The lucky bastard managed to kill most of the Network Council, blew a large hole in the building you now occupy, destroyed six city blocks with the same stunt, and also killed the person who formerly occupied this position. The proles attempted to revolt after his death, and there were a few middle-class riots, but I'm proud to say it was one of my finest hours planning the...termination of the riots.

Now, you all know why you are here. You get four thousand NewBucks, and a two hour head start. Use that time well, and stick with your people, the lower class. The middle class, the one who sit in their houses and watch you die, are the ones you should be scared of. They're afraid of you, and want to see you go down."

Daniel smiles a cheerful, yet somehow frightening smile, "Nobody at the Network wants to see you go down quickly, but the Hunters and the police will be working their hardest to catch you. One should always work his hardest, even when he's trying to kill a man.  Hell, you even get to meet Bobby Thompson when the show starts, and he'll introduce you three to America live! Now, we go on air tomorrow, so everybody get a good sleep, for tomorrow the game begins!"

With that, the door reopens, and two gruff looking security guards escort the trio out and to their quarters.

[Zako]

A quick question, where would you find clothing shops and the like? Middle class only? Black market setting?

[Little]

Any part of any town, although quality would apply. You're not gonna find thrift shops in an upperclass district.

[Little]

As you wake up in the morning, you find your clothes waiting for you at the foot of your bed. You promptly ditch the Games Uniform and put on your regular clothes. Just as you finish getting dressed, an aide opens the door and says, "Please follow me."

You are guided into s small cafe, and the trio is reunited at a small table. After selecting your breakfast, you hungrily devour it. You hadn't realized you were so hungry! As soon as all of you finish eating, the aide comes back and takes you through a series of hallways to a door marked 'STAGE'.

She opens it, you walk in, and she closes it behind you, whispering, "Good luck."

As soon as you step through the door, you are buffeted by a sheer wave of noise. Screaming, chants of, "KILL THE SCUM! KILL THE SCUM!" and similar death cries echo off the stage. You walk onto the stage and are greeted by a cheerful man, one you've seen on the FreeVee many times before. Bobby Thompson is the host of The Running Man, and it's his job to get the public hating you, and fast. He holds up his hand, and gradually the din quiets down to the occasional boo. Bobby turns towards the crowd and says, "America, see the faces of your fears! These men are the ones who stalk through the alleys, the murderers, the thieves, and the killers!"

A loud course of boos and cries of, "Kill the bastards!" reigns for a minute. When Bobby raises his hand, the crowd quiets again. He smiles as he speaks, "Just remember, be vigilant! Twelve hours from now, you could be riding the bus when you see one of these killers across the aisle! One of them could pass you buy in the street, mind only on his ill-gotten gains! One of them could be the man in front of you in the shopping line, looking for food to feed his criminal body!"

The crowd begins to chant again, but Bobby raises his hand. The crowd is totally under his control, a talent gained from years of sending men to their death.

"Just remember, America, you know the hotline number! If you see one of these men, call it, and the police will be hunting them down like the dogs they are!" As Bobby finishes, Zak raises both of his hands and raises the middle fingers on both.

The crowd disintegrates into a screaming mob, the riot police guarding the stage looking somewhat bored. They'd seen it all before. Bobby turns to you and yells over the din, "Exit stage right! Follow the hallway and it takes you to the street! Great performance! Remember, you have to film yourself twice a day, and send it in, but don't worry, the Hunters don't track you through it!"

You all move to stage right, through the door, and walk through the corridor. You exit the Games Building and are standing in the middle of a crowded street. Several people look at you curiously, wearing the clothes of someone down on their luck. You have two turns to run. What will you do now?
___

Fenneth Alexander Sephonavitch

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As you stand on the street, you stick your hand into your pocket. To your suprise, you find paper. You pull out the slip and read it.

'Do what you would do when everyone is after you. Stay out of rich areas unless your disguised. Get fake ID. Stay low, and make sure you keep your meds filled. If you make it to a phone and you need a place to hide, call me at 244-3266. Good luck!

Cathy Johnson(the aide)'

___OOC

I now leave actions up to you guys! Have fun, everyone! The hunt starts in two turns, and you have to stop and mail in a tape every twelve at minimum.

Opps, forgot status.

Fenneth

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Health/Effects: Normal!
Detection Level:0
Current time survived: 0 Hours

Inventory:
Shabby Clothes
4000$
8 Days of Meds
Note from Aide

Time Till Next Tape: 14 Turns

Zak

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Health/Effects: Normal!
Detection Level: 0
Current time survived: 0 Hours

Inventory:
Shabby Clothes
4000$

Time Till Next Tape: 14 Turns

Melvin

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Health/Effects: Normal!
Detection Level: 0
Current time survived: 0 Hours

Inventory:
Shabby Clothes
4000$

Time Till Next Tape: 14 Turns

[Frelock]

Some show.  They don't even give us a camera to film ourselves with?

In any case, hail a taxi, go to the nearest department store/mall, buy a large briefcase(<$200), 2 sets of nice casual clothes (think Polos with slacks, <$100), and 1 suit(<$700).  Then hit up a computer store, and buy a cheap, light laptop with webcam(<$1000).

Is that what you're looking for in a turn?