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The Match
"Hello. I see that you're all awake. Don't panic, let me explain what's going on. If you're sitting in a chair with five other people, then you're part of the match. I'll explain this match; In this room, there is one criminal, who got away with a horrendous crime. Your job is to find out who is the criminal, and kill them. Bring justice to their victims families. Don't worry, you get clues - They're under your chairs. Now, here are the rules. If you kill the criminal, you win. If you kill an innocent person, you die. Simple isn't it? You've got a week. If you haven't killed anybody by then, you all die. If you win, the doors will open and you'll go back to your families. You loose, they'll stay shut forever. Good luck."
The tape stopped playing with a buzz. The six unconscious people were sitting on the wooden chairs. None of their hands were bound, but feet were tied to the chairs. The person who put them there had to take extra care with the cop and gang member, since they were stronger than the others, and probably more violent. Now, the fun would begin. A room with a serial killer, two murderesses, an abusive cop, a prostitute and a gang snitch. This was going to be good to watch. The person who put them there could see them from a camera up behind the speaker where the voice came from. The voice didn't have to do anything now, just watch and wait for these criminals to destroy eachother. Just what the world needed.
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when the tape buzzed off, Stu slowly opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being called to an incident. He got into his uniform and began walking down to the station at about 10PM. Then before he knew it, somebody attacked him from behind and he woke up to the voice from the tape. His eyes quickly ran over each person, immediately panicking when he realized he was the criminal. Somebody had grassed on those dumb bitches he called his wives. Stu looked down to himself, good, he was in uniform. Hopefully that was going to hide any suspicion of him being the criminal.
"What the fuck is happening?" Stu growled, looking at everybody like they would know. His hands quickly went to grab where his gun was, but his belt was taken from him. Then he went down to untie his feet, noticing his knuckles were battered. They were fresh from last night, when he got drunk and his dumb wife got in his way. When his feet were free, he looked down to see the box. "Alright just - Everyone keep calm I'm a cop." Stu said as he grabbed the box and sat up, looking around to everybody.
"I say, we tell eachother our names and figure this out, okay?" Stu decided if he played the good cop, people might trust him more.
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Martin opened his eyes quickly, his heart already pounding. Somebody had found the bodies. They knew it was him who killed those boys. He was no doubt the criminal and if he didn't keep his cool. Martin last remembered being at a bar, completely drunk and eyeing up his fourth victim. Then this place. When the cop bent down to untie the bonds, Martin did quickly too. There was the box beneath him and he quickly grabbed it. When he sat up, Martin gripped the box tightly, not wanting to open it yet. What if it was obvious? Like pictures from his mobile? Martin began to sweat. His heart was hitting his ribcage heavily and he felt like he was ready to cry. He cried a lot.
When the cop spoke, Martin swallowed to coat his dry throat, "I'm Martin." He said quickly, his eyes darting from person to person. The cop looked very intimidating - If he was any good at his job he'd sniff out the criminal in no time. "I'm a bartender... does anybody know why we're here?" He asked, panicking as he sweated heavily. Everybody around him were on the same boat as him, except they were innocent people and he was a sexual predator, a murder. The criminal.
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@Silyan @Whirlwind @April @-QT-
"Hello. I see that you're all awake. Don't panic, let me explain what's going on. If you're sitting in a chair with five other people, then you're part of the match. I'll explain this match; In this room, there is one criminal, who got away with a horrendous crime. Your job is to find out who is the criminal, and kill them. Bring justice to their victims families. Don't worry, you get clues - They're under your chairs. Now, here are the rules. If you kill the criminal, you win. If you kill an innocent person, you die. Simple isn't it? You've got a week. If you haven't killed anybody by then, you all die. If you win, the doors will open and you'll go back to your families. You loose, they'll stay shut forever. Good luck."
The tape stopped playing with a buzz. The six unconscious people were sitting on the wooden chairs. None of their hands were bound, but feet were tied to the chairs. The person who put them there had to take extra care with the cop and gang member, since they were stronger than the others, and probably more violent. Now, the fun would begin. A room with a serial killer, two murderesses, an abusive cop, a prostitute and a gang snitch. This was going to be good to watch. The person who put them there could see them from a camera up behind the speaker where the voice came from. The voice didn't have to do anything now, just watch and wait for these criminals to destroy eachother. Just what the world needed.
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when the tape buzzed off, Stu slowly opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being called to an incident. He got into his uniform and began walking down to the station at about 10PM. Then before he knew it, somebody attacked him from behind and he woke up to the voice from the tape. His eyes quickly ran over each person, immediately panicking when he realized he was the criminal. Somebody had grassed on those dumb bitches he called his wives. Stu looked down to himself, good, he was in uniform. Hopefully that was going to hide any suspicion of him being the criminal.
"What the fuck is happening?" Stu growled, looking at everybody like they would know. His hands quickly went to grab where his gun was, but his belt was taken from him. Then he went down to untie his feet, noticing his knuckles were battered. They were fresh from last night, when he got drunk and his dumb wife got in his way. When his feet were free, he looked down to see the box. "Alright just - Everyone keep calm I'm a cop." Stu said as he grabbed the box and sat up, looking around to everybody.
"I say, we tell eachother our names and figure this out, okay?" Stu decided if he played the good cop, people might trust him more.
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Martin opened his eyes quickly, his heart already pounding. Somebody had found the bodies. They knew it was him who killed those boys. He was no doubt the criminal and if he didn't keep his cool. Martin last remembered being at a bar, completely drunk and eyeing up his fourth victim. Then this place. When the cop bent down to untie the bonds, Martin did quickly too. There was the box beneath him and he quickly grabbed it. When he sat up, Martin gripped the box tightly, not wanting to open it yet. What if it was obvious? Like pictures from his mobile? Martin began to sweat. His heart was hitting his ribcage heavily and he felt like he was ready to cry. He cried a lot.
When the cop spoke, Martin swallowed to coat his dry throat, "I'm Martin." He said quickly, his eyes darting from person to person. The cop looked very intimidating - If he was any good at his job he'd sniff out the criminal in no time. "I'm a bartender... does anybody know why we're here?" He asked, panicking as he sweated heavily. Everybody around him were on the same boat as him, except they were innocent people and he was a sexual predator, a murder. The criminal.
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@Silyan @Whirlwind @April @-QT-
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