Houndoom_Lover
8th November 2009, 05:54 PM
::House::
::The Mildly Live Action Roleplay Game of Choice::
….Base on the novel by Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker…
THE ONLY WAY
OUT
………………............................................ .................................………………………………..... ……….IS IN
:House Rules:
Please try and keep the time between posts under a day. I think you can manage, yes? I'll try too....
The House will smite godmoddling, power playing, and out of characterism. You will only type for your character, think of as taking turns. The House will require each player to fill out Character Sheet(s) to join. All NPC (None Player Characters) will be played by the House. The NPC may or may not be on your side.
Each Character starts with 40 Starpoints. Starpoints will be depleted when a monster, a trap, or a magic card is summoned in the House. Starpoints will also be used to load weapons, open doors, and run water, ect.
[Quick Activating- 1 Starpoint]
[Normal-2 Starpoints]
[Equip- As many Starpoints as the level of the monster it is equipped to, by turn it is up]
[Field- 2 Starpoints per turn it is up]
[Continued- 3 Starpoints per turn it is]
[Starpoints can also depleted through special character actions]
The House will keep track of Starpoints. If Starpoints fall to zero, the Character will die. Death this way will not count towards rule 3.
Each Character will start with 8000 Life Points. Direct attacks, Monster attacks, physical attacks, ect. will lower your Life Points. If you are defeated by a House Monster, it will not count toward rule 3. If another House Guest beats another House Guest in a duel, the winner will be given a set of instructions via the House.
Once the game starts, at every fifth post, a three sided die and an twenty sided die will be rolled. They will be either added, multiplied or dived. This is how the House keeps time. The House has the right to add time for player misbehavior, like not posting or breaking a House rule. Breaking a House rule may result in death. You want to stay alive.
[i]Let the games begin…
Eleven years…Yugi Motu looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom (in the Kame game store that his Grandpa owned) as he lied sprawled out on his bed. This bedroom, small and friendly, was filled with childhood memories. It was good to return home, even if it was only for a little while. He was famous, famous thanks to his other…to his partner. It’s been eleven years since he said good bye… His eyes slowly moved from the ceiling to the desk, where he put the puzzle together for the first time. He could almost see it happen, a ghost, a memory of the past. The things that covered the room still hadn’t been picked up. Everything was just the way he left it, as though his mother could bare to clean it. Who know, maybe they even run tours through the house. Yugi closed his eyes and watched his memories, as rainfall played the background music.
A steady rain fell over Domino City, Japan, like a steel sheet down from the steel wool clouds, on the unclean sink that was the sky. A mailman chuckled as he thought this, sitting in his poorly upholstered mail-truck, with his mail bag at his side. He should’ve been a writer; instead, he was delivering the written word to people in the form of bills and junk mail. When his mother said that she wanted him to go to college, he should’ve listened… Should’ve…got a cup of coffee at the Quikfill when he was filling up. Oh well, back to the job. He swung the door open, and jumped out of his truck, the wind surging so hard suddenly that it almost took the door off. Man, the weather anymore! It was right out of control. The mailman, hunched down, sloshed down the next street. Letter after letter, slot after slot…until…
He was always proud of his route, always proud…because he delivered to the Kame Game shop, home of the world famous Yugi Muto, the Duel Monster champion, who conquered every tournament he’d ever entered. A young man with a future bright…like him, a long time ago. The mailman sighed, and dug into his mailbag for the Muto’s mail. An electric bill, three free credit card scams, and the biggest wad of fan mail you ever did see- wait, it wasn’t all fan mail. He looked down at the hulky envelope, and shrugged. The wind was picking up. He stuffed at the mail in the slot, too many to go through. As he walked away, he felt the ridiculous urge to go snatch the letter back up. He shook himself, such ideas get you fired.
The wind rattles the letter. A letter with no return address, and no stamp. The only thing that is on it in the Kame store address, and the big bold block letters that read: Yugi Motu, you’ve been invited.
“Yugi!” His mother called from downstairs, “Mail’s for you!”
He glanced over to where his mother’s voice was coming from, metaphorically speaking, a decided to pretend that he was asleep. Right now, he didn’t want to read fan letters. He just wanted to pretend he was in school again, playing all sorts of games with his friends. Back when it wasn’t just one game he was expected to play all the time. Not that it wasn’t fun, just same days he wished he could go back-
“Yugi!” His mother called again. Yugi closed his eyes tightly, silently curing and then replied, “Coming!”
He reluctantly rolled out of bed and went down stairs to the kitchen. His mother had left already, leaving the mail on the table. Yugi sighed and with a quick swipe of the hand, spread them across the table.
One of them caught his eye.
It was an envelope, bulky, huge. Curious. He grabbed it and pulled a chair away from the table so he could sit. He opened it messily and pulled out the contents. A very large letter, written on thick animal skin like paper, and as he unrolled it, star chips fell from the inside.
His stomach lunched. This couldn’t be good. It just couldn’t be.
He gathered the star chips into on pile, as they fell all over the place. Once they were gathered up, he started to read the letter.
“Yugi Motu,” It read in bold swirling letters, “You have been invited to partake in a game of endurance. Included in this letter is a map and stair chips. The game will be Duel Monsters primarily, but many others will be incorporated to test your skill. As you read this, many others will be opening their letters. Should you choose to accept, you must leave now. Tickets have been included-“
Yugi, utterly bewildered, dug into the envelope. There were indeed tickets. For the bullet train, do to leave-
“Twenty minutes!” He shouted much too loud, causing his Mother to ask what was wrong. He ran upstairs without answering, thinking about what he was going to do. He grabbed his book bad, still doubting, still unsure. He stuffed everything into his bag. Checked his duel disk and deck, and gloves, placed some gummy fruit snaxs in a front pocket, put it on his back, wrote a quick note and ran out of the door.
“Gracious!” His mother said as she walked into the room, “I wonder what the hurry was…?”
Yugi’s Grandpa scuttled in, holding a broom, “He’s a busy boy, our Yugi…?” He noticed the note, “What’s this?”
“Out to buy pickles. See you soon,
Love Yugi
Yugi, running as fast as he could, made it to the station in time and boarded, ignoring the whispers around him. Once, they caused him anxiety. Once, they made him swell with pride. Now, they were just annoying, something to sigh at.
You have just read your letter, boarded your plane/ship/bus and as soon as arrive at the station, a man holding a sign with your name on it will take you to a Limo. This is where you will all meet. Start.
::The Mildly Live Action Roleplay Game of Choice::
….Base on the novel by Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker…
THE ONLY WAY
OUT
………………............................................ .................................………………………………..... ……….IS IN
:House Rules:
Please try and keep the time between posts under a day. I think you can manage, yes? I'll try too....
The House will smite godmoddling, power playing, and out of characterism. You will only type for your character, think of as taking turns. The House will require each player to fill out Character Sheet(s) to join. All NPC (None Player Characters) will be played by the House. The NPC may or may not be on your side.
Each Character starts with 40 Starpoints. Starpoints will be depleted when a monster, a trap, or a magic card is summoned in the House. Starpoints will also be used to load weapons, open doors, and run water, ect.
[Quick Activating- 1 Starpoint]
[Normal-2 Starpoints]
[Equip- As many Starpoints as the level of the monster it is equipped to, by turn it is up]
[Field- 2 Starpoints per turn it is up]
[Continued- 3 Starpoints per turn it is]
[Starpoints can also depleted through special character actions]
The House will keep track of Starpoints. If Starpoints fall to zero, the Character will die. Death this way will not count towards rule 3.
Each Character will start with 8000 Life Points. Direct attacks, Monster attacks, physical attacks, ect. will lower your Life Points. If you are defeated by a House Monster, it will not count toward rule 3. If another House Guest beats another House Guest in a duel, the winner will be given a set of instructions via the House.
Once the game starts, at every fifth post, a three sided die and an twenty sided die will be rolled. They will be either added, multiplied or dived. This is how the House keeps time. The House has the right to add time for player misbehavior, like not posting or breaking a House rule. Breaking a House rule may result in death. You want to stay alive.
[i]Let the games begin…
Eleven years…Yugi Motu looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom (in the Kame game store that his Grandpa owned) as he lied sprawled out on his bed. This bedroom, small and friendly, was filled with childhood memories. It was good to return home, even if it was only for a little while. He was famous, famous thanks to his other…to his partner. It’s been eleven years since he said good bye… His eyes slowly moved from the ceiling to the desk, where he put the puzzle together for the first time. He could almost see it happen, a ghost, a memory of the past. The things that covered the room still hadn’t been picked up. Everything was just the way he left it, as though his mother could bare to clean it. Who know, maybe they even run tours through the house. Yugi closed his eyes and watched his memories, as rainfall played the background music.
A steady rain fell over Domino City, Japan, like a steel sheet down from the steel wool clouds, on the unclean sink that was the sky. A mailman chuckled as he thought this, sitting in his poorly upholstered mail-truck, with his mail bag at his side. He should’ve been a writer; instead, he was delivering the written word to people in the form of bills and junk mail. When his mother said that she wanted him to go to college, he should’ve listened… Should’ve…got a cup of coffee at the Quikfill when he was filling up. Oh well, back to the job. He swung the door open, and jumped out of his truck, the wind surging so hard suddenly that it almost took the door off. Man, the weather anymore! It was right out of control. The mailman, hunched down, sloshed down the next street. Letter after letter, slot after slot…until…
He was always proud of his route, always proud…because he delivered to the Kame Game shop, home of the world famous Yugi Muto, the Duel Monster champion, who conquered every tournament he’d ever entered. A young man with a future bright…like him, a long time ago. The mailman sighed, and dug into his mailbag for the Muto’s mail. An electric bill, three free credit card scams, and the biggest wad of fan mail you ever did see- wait, it wasn’t all fan mail. He looked down at the hulky envelope, and shrugged. The wind was picking up. He stuffed at the mail in the slot, too many to go through. As he walked away, he felt the ridiculous urge to go snatch the letter back up. He shook himself, such ideas get you fired.
The wind rattles the letter. A letter with no return address, and no stamp. The only thing that is on it in the Kame store address, and the big bold block letters that read: Yugi Motu, you’ve been invited.
“Yugi!” His mother called from downstairs, “Mail’s for you!”
He glanced over to where his mother’s voice was coming from, metaphorically speaking, a decided to pretend that he was asleep. Right now, he didn’t want to read fan letters. He just wanted to pretend he was in school again, playing all sorts of games with his friends. Back when it wasn’t just one game he was expected to play all the time. Not that it wasn’t fun, just same days he wished he could go back-
“Yugi!” His mother called again. Yugi closed his eyes tightly, silently curing and then replied, “Coming!”
He reluctantly rolled out of bed and went down stairs to the kitchen. His mother had left already, leaving the mail on the table. Yugi sighed and with a quick swipe of the hand, spread them across the table.
One of them caught his eye.
It was an envelope, bulky, huge. Curious. He grabbed it and pulled a chair away from the table so he could sit. He opened it messily and pulled out the contents. A very large letter, written on thick animal skin like paper, and as he unrolled it, star chips fell from the inside.
His stomach lunched. This couldn’t be good. It just couldn’t be.
He gathered the star chips into on pile, as they fell all over the place. Once they were gathered up, he started to read the letter.
“Yugi Motu,” It read in bold swirling letters, “You have been invited to partake in a game of endurance. Included in this letter is a map and stair chips. The game will be Duel Monsters primarily, but many others will be incorporated to test your skill. As you read this, many others will be opening their letters. Should you choose to accept, you must leave now. Tickets have been included-“
Yugi, utterly bewildered, dug into the envelope. There were indeed tickets. For the bullet train, do to leave-
“Twenty minutes!” He shouted much too loud, causing his Mother to ask what was wrong. He ran upstairs without answering, thinking about what he was going to do. He grabbed his book bad, still doubting, still unsure. He stuffed everything into his bag. Checked his duel disk and deck, and gloves, placed some gummy fruit snaxs in a front pocket, put it on his back, wrote a quick note and ran out of the door.
“Gracious!” His mother said as she walked into the room, “I wonder what the hurry was…?”
Yugi’s Grandpa scuttled in, holding a broom, “He’s a busy boy, our Yugi…?” He noticed the note, “What’s this?”
“Out to buy pickles. See you soon,
Love Yugi
Yugi, running as fast as he could, made it to the station in time and boarded, ignoring the whispers around him. Once, they caused him anxiety. Once, they made him swell with pride. Now, they were just annoying, something to sigh at.
You have just read your letter, boarded your plane/ship/bus and as soon as arrive at the station, a man holding a sign with your name on it will take you to a Limo. This is where you will all meet. Start.