Reaper's Game

[King]

When a poor soul is taken from this world by untimely tragedy in the densely populated cities of the world it is given a second chance. The stewards of lost souls, the reapers, play a game of all or nothing. The soul lays down what is most precious to them for the chance to win their life back. These lost souls then wander the streets of the city, braving creatures and traps sent forth by the reapers.

Name:
Age:
Ability: (Every lost soul has an ability fueled by their imagination, channeled through an object important to them. Ace Dick with his terrible imagination would only be able to punch things.)
Appearance:
Background:
Entrance Fee:

Oh, and the city is new york

[Exalt]

Name: Fabian “Card” Rockwell

Age: 19

Ability: Fabian’s ability is based off his real life. He has a deck of normal playing cards that he throws at his enemies. When moving through the air at high speeds, they become deadly sharp. Each suit's ace is special in that each one is a different element: Hearts are Water, Clubs are Electric, Diamonds are Poison, and Spades are Fire.

Appearance: Straight, black hair. Wears glasses. 6’ 4”, skinny. Plane white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Black slacks. Green eyes. Keeps his deck of cards in his shirt pocket.

Bio: Fabian was always a quiet child. To his parents, he always seemed to be day dreaming whenever he could. He loved to read books and wasn’t extremely social. His grades in school were good enough to get by, but he never seemed really interested in his works.

The only person he had a real connection with was his grandpa, Jonathan Rockwell. Jonathan had once been a semi-successful magician, once preformed in Vegas. Jonathan would always perform simple card and the disappearing ball tricks for Fabian when he was a kid. At the age of 16, Fabian asked if he could learn the tricks that Jonathan once used, determined to be more famous than his grandfather ever was. Jonathan took pity on the lonely boy and taught him.

He learned fast and was soon performing at his school. There he gained the nickname “Card”, short for Card Shark, for his best tricks were done with cards. When Fabian graduated, he decided not to go to college, even though his grades were good enough, but instead decided to start as a street performer and work his way up. This plan was met with tragedy.

One day after making a nice profit from doing card tricks, he was walking back to his flat when he was mugged by a thug with a pistol. In a desperate attempt to run, Fabian threw his deck of cards at the man, hoping to blind him momentarily, but the man was so startled that the gun went off and the bullet found it’s resting place in Fabian’s jugular.

Entrance Fee: His sleight of hand and skill at being a magician.

[Johnny]

Name: Vespasiano Giancarlo

Age: 17

Ability: A sketch book and pen. When drawn in said sketch book he is able to physically grab whatever weapon or ally he has drawn on the sheets. Draws his weapons in advance and is able to create faux noise
Appearance: Black hair with red eyes, an old jacket over a dingy t-shirt. Loose jeans and a pair of old sneakers. Carries his sketch book in hand and prefers to place his buttons on his right jean leg.

Background: He was a normal kid in a normal town. Not to bad, not very good. He simply lived in the background and did as he was told. He went to school, he practiced his craft and then he went to bed, wasting each day as he was given them, unappreciative of even his own life. Or at least he was, before being hit by a car, spending the rest of his time in a hospital bed. Even so, he never gave up on his craft, slowly slipping each day more and more into comas that would last for lengthy amounts of time. First an hour, soon a day, next weeks, months, finally, he just never woke up at all.

Entrance Fee: His creativity. He can only draw things he's seen already.

[Dr. Adcon]

Name: Austin Malcaster

Age: 19

Appearance: Austin tends to roam around town in a long sleeved shirt and shorts, never without his iPhone and roller blades.

Ability: Malcaster's athletic prowess translates well into the Game, where his roller blades have become powered by otherworldly forces. In essence, this allows him to perform tricks that would be outright impossible in real life, grinding down cables and skating up sheer walls.

Background: While there is no debating Austin's skills as an extreme sports enthusiast, his true passion has always been in music. The young man has developed his vocal cords into a well honed instrument, amazing even his vocal coach with the depth and range he is able to achieve.

Of course, his coach isn't too happy that he chooses to use his talent in a punk band that is only able to get gigs at run down clubs and bars, but everyone has to start somewhere, right?

Entrance Fee: His voice

[Далтон]

Name: Damon Lockheed

Age: 16

Ability: Damon uses his Diary quill, which he has used every day since he first got it at age 13. A simple slash of the quill will drain a bit of the enemies' life force to draw a line of blood-red ink that quickly launches toward the opponent. Damon's aim better be good, though, because if he misses, the blood he pays will be his own.

Appearance: No matter what the weather or situation, you will always see Damon in his signature olive green pants, black dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves and red tie. His eyes are lightly covered by his rimless glasses and his mid-length, dark brown hair.

Background: Although normally associated with the emo scene, Damon is a friendly, lighthearted guy who cares for his friends,... if he had any, that is. He'd normally spend his day silently writing in his diary, telling the events of the day as they happened, taking notes of his life as it went on.

Damon did well in school, but he never really saw this as an achievement; hey, if he's going to do something, he should do it right, right? Adults praised him for his intellect, while his classmates ridiculed him for being an idiot, leaving him depressed and confused at the end of the day.

His admission into the Reaper's Game was brought on by his own suicide. He will soon wake up in New York, grateful that his stupid decision was just a terrible dream, and glad that he's still alive... or so he thinks.

Entrance Fee: His diary.

[Desert Eagle]

Name: Logan Fontaine

Age: 20

Ability: Depending of the music his iPod is playing, he will be able to morph his arms, legs, or even his entire self into a weapon ie. a sword, an axe, or a motorbike (the song must have an insanely fast beat for the last morph). The iPod never runs out of battery, however, it's permanently randomized and locked, meaning he cannot rewind or fast-foward a song and has to trust in luck to get the next song he wants to play. No song playing on the thing = no shapeshifting for Logan.

Appearance: Silver-haired with a ponytail, a black shirt and a white jacket with a Corvette (http://www.europe-miniatures.com/logo/logo_corvette.jpg) logo on the back. Black jeans and sandals. Big headphones around its neck connected to his iPod.

Background: Logan is a bassist and street racer of pure heart. He always left class just so he could drive his '01 Z06 Corvette to the motor club he was a member of and smoke ricers with it, which pretty much justifies why he has horrible grades in school. Logan was the most regarded driver, always trusting in his skill, and with a car like that, he was pretty much an invincible racer of the illegal track scene, and ensured him the cash he would use to help his divorced mother who was sick with cancer. He was also a member of a local proggresive metal band called Illusion, and his fast-paced bass grooves and solos were almost unbeatable. . . and he was absurdly arrogant.

There was this one guy interested in that 'vette he had, and never took the eyes out of it when it was on the tracks making ricers eat its dust, but he didn't have cash, and was considered by most mentally ill. He always stalked him, and when Logan asked him what he wanted, the guy always responded with a question of the same type: "H-H-How much do you sell your car?" "I-I love your 'vette! C-Can you sell it. . . to me?" "P-P-Please, sell me your car man! I-It's real awesome! I want it!".

Logan always told him no, and if he asked the guy how much cash he had, he only got the same answer: "I-I don't have cash right now! But I-I promise you to pay you as soon as I get it!". Things like that made Logan even madder, and when the guy came back to ask him the same question, Logan's nerves exploded and he replied with: "Look you little shit! I am not selling you my car, and I am never going to sell it to some poor dumbfuck like you who doesn't even have a penny on the pocket! Go find a fucking job and leave me the fuck alone, or I am going to kick your fucking ass!"

The reply made the guy even crazier than he was now. So he decided to grab his silenced .45 Colt and kill for the car. He waited for the perfect time to shoot Logan in the head and claim the Corvette as his, and that time was reached when Logan decided to leave the streets and the band for a day and get his ass to the library because he had to study for a test. After Logan finished and came out of the library, the guy went all-out and shot Logan in the back of his head, instantly killing him and ending the final chapter in the book of his life, but a new chapter in the Reaper's Game. . .

Entrance Fee: His integrity.

EDIT: Fixed the ability as it's overpowered. Old was this one.
Ability: By touching something, he can merge with anyone and anything at will so he can possess its attributes. For example, he can touch a car and merge with it so he can BE the car for as much time as he wants. In this state, he can interact with the real world to get answers and solve problems (in his way) people have. If the thing he is possesing is destroyed, Logan will instantly leave it. However, if he is possesing a person, it'll take full dismemberment of it so he can leave it (ie. if the host is decapitated, the body he's taking control of will still be alive).

Also changed the appearance and some details in the background info.

[Androc]

Name: Tom Gallagher

Age: 19

Ability: Where Tom's PDA once had a slot for a power cord, it now extends an electrically-charged whip that he wields with uncanny precision.

Appearance: Tom is tall and somewhat lanky with short brown hair. He wears a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his angular face framed by a pair of glasses.

Background: Tom always knew he was going somewhere. Where others struggled to get by, he excelled with ease. By a combination of hard work and his natural brilliance, he was able to secure admission to an extremely prestigious university. His first year, in fact, had been going quite well before that car came along...

Entrance Fee: His intellect. Though his general manner is unchanged, attempting any form of complex reasoning leads only to frustration.

[Brien Boru]

Name: Wally Lyons

Age: 18

Ability: Wally uses his dancing shoes; while wearing them, Wally can affect the world around him with different dances. Dance steps that rely on heavy steps will shake the ground around him and may cause structural damage; if his arms and legs make sharp movements, he can cut enemies and objects; steps that suddenly stop can push back enemies that he is facing; the effect is different for each dance.

Appearance: Wally doesn't dressed to impress: he wears a green button-up shirt with khaki pants, and both are wrinkly; Wally's ballroom shoes are the only item of clothing he wears that is neat, they have been polished to a mirror shine. Wally's body is in sharp contrast with his clothes: his blonde hair is cut neatly short, his brown eyes are always clear and focused, his face smooth, his teeth perfectly white and straight, and his nails cut neatly.

Background: Wally has always been in love with music. He was never a good singer and every time he tried to play an instrument the notes fell flat. He eventually found that dance was his calling. He first learned how to Waltz from his fourth grade teacher and picked up other dances quickly. The next dance he learned was the Tango and after that, Ballet.
He soon began to learn more modern dances including breakdancing. He even dabbled in some interpretive dance. Wally was obsessed, he had to learn every dance in the world. If it involved moving your body to any sort of rhythm, Wally wanted to know about it.
Wally was well on his way to coming up with his OWN dance step - the Wild Shuffle - when whilst performing at a club, he slipped on some spilled beer and took a nasty dive off the stage and struck the ground head-first. Paramedics attempted to rush Wally to the hospital, but unfortunately Wally passed away on the way and was pronounced DOA.

Entrance Fee: His ability to hear music

[Goude]

Name:Jacob Kibes

Age:23

Ability: Uses his favorite Marionette (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marionette), Angel, as a weapon. (Think of Mr. Meow but made of wood.)

Appearance:T-shirt with a gas mask on it, faded blue jeans, shaggy brown hair, and blue eyes.



Background:Fairly normal as far as backrounds go. When he was 12 he met his best friend, Sheldon, who had a severe case of osteomyelitis when he was 7, making his legs useless. Ever since he was 13 he had been entertaining Sheldon with many assortments of puppets and figures. Sheldon once asked him if he would be the world's best puppeteer, to which he replied, "sure thing." After a year Sheldon wasn't in the best of health. One day he just up and died while fighting with pneumonia. From that day on Jacob promised to be the best puppeteer in the world, for Sheldon. After a while he needed a new puppet for a skit, an angel puppet, to go with the devil puppet he bought. After many weeks of searching, to no avail, he found one in a strange curio shop. After buying the puppet, the shop keeper suggested he also buy a book that went with it. After agreeing to buy the book, he found out it that the book, did not go with the doll but instead was book about The Reaper's Game. Now this book, being written by a mortal holds only basic, basic knowledge of the game, and some things which aren't even true outright. But he didn't actually believe it. That is, until he died. Jacob died in a car accident only a few years after his friend. Now in UG New York he has to return to life because... well he doesn't know why he must return to life, but he knows he has to.


Entrance Fee: His entire memory of Sheldon.

[Giant Squid]

Name: Dante Caruso
Age: 17
Appearance: Gray and black striped hooded jacket, zipped up, He hates wearing the hood though. He wears black semi-faded jeans. He always wears low top converse. He has messy black hair and green eyes.

Ability: Using his pick, he can strum an imaginary projection of a guitar, creating sound waves that form musical notes similar to the rhythms he plays. He then takes the notes and can attack his enemies with them, or use them for other needs. Playing fast produces eighth notes/sixteenth notes, and he uses the flags like scythes. A little slower comes quarter notes notes, that act like swords. Whole notes don't appear, but they shake the area around him. Each value has different abilities, but limited use (one slice with an eighth note and it disappears. If needed, he could even use the guitar for attacking.

Background: Coming from a family of musicians, Dante was always surrounded by music. By the age of 8 he could play piano, guitar, drums and trumpet. By 16 he was playing in clubs every weekend for some money on the side.

His biggest influence was his father. His father played guitar in several bands throughout the 80's. He gave Dante his favorite pick, black and bearing the Jolly Roger. On his 17th birthday, he also gave Dante a black Gibson Flying V guitar. Shortly afterwards, his father was shot during gang warfare during his lunch break from work.

Dante was traumatized. His idol was dead. He put his guitar away and didn't touch it for several months, because it was his last memory of his father. If anything ever happened to it he would lose the last connection he had to his father besides his pick. Eventually, he was invited to play on stage for a battle of the bands with a few friends. On his way, he was attacked by some gang members, who proceeded to mug him. His guitar was already at the concert, so all they took was his money. The injuries he sustained killed him within an hour.

Entrance Fee: His guitar

[King]

All the players wake up in the middle of Times Square. No one seems to notice them laying on the ground, or that all the adverts and scrolling messages in the area only say "YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS." Likely before they got their bearings they receive a text message on their phone:

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."

[Goude]

As Jacob comes to he quickly notices what is happening.

He begins yelling at the top of his lungs; "If you can hear me, make a pact with me if you want to live!"

[Johnny]

Vespasiano's eyes flickered a bit, adjusting to the lights of the city around him. He slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head and motioning it side to side, rolling over to his front and slowly pushing himself up to his feet, wavering from side to side as his arms slumped, showing that his strength had not yet returned to him. He spat to the side roughly in an attempt to remove the 'cotton mouth' he had accumulated over all the time he spent sleeping and looked down, realizing that for the first time in months he was able to walk. He stared at his now functioning legs, wiggling toes and kicking out lightly. He assumed it was a dream and pinched himself, only to be met with the recoil of the pain in his arm. He then noticed something red, glistening, dirty and slightly torn. He bent down, recognizing it as his sketchbook and simply slid it under his arm, noticing a small pencil in his pants pocket as he began to walk.


"...."


After what seemed like a few minutes of walking he began to hear screaming.


"If you can hear me, make a pact with me if you want to live!"


Decided to walk past the screaming man, pushing his head down as to not act suspicious and simply pretends he doesn't see the person in front of him, hoping to walk by.

[Далтон]

Damon lays asleep on a nearby bench, as a loud cry rings through the air.

"If you can hear me, make a pact with me if you want to live!"

He opens an eye, stares at the shouting man and whispers to himself: "Fucking crazies."

He sits up and stretches for a second before realizing something. He immediately gives his left arm a small pinch and smiles brightly. "It was all a dream," he thought, "just a terrible, terrible dream." His smile soon faded, though, as many more questions arose in his mind. Where is he? How did he end up on this bench? Save to go to school, he doesn't even leave the house! And if he was dreaming, how does he recall the feeling of a slow, painful death of blood loss?

He looks down and notices a small pin on his tie and stares at it with great confusion. Do they tend to be round? He doesn't even know; he's never worn one, although this one is pretty nifty. He stands up and starts walking. He has no idea what direction he's headed, he just needs some time to think, and right by this shouting man is not the place to do it. He begins inspecting the pin and starts walking alongside a young man holding a sketch pad...

[Johnny]

Vespasiano kept walking, slightly noticing a man in ruffled clothing and a tie trodding along beside him. He looked toward his shoes, seeing a small black pin on his pants leg, a skull adoring it. It stood out little on his dark blue jeans. He then moved his eyes toward the man's tie, noticing a button that looked exactly like his.

"...."

He then looked up toward the billboards over the city, noticing the large, red and frankly creepy text each had. "YOU HAVE ONE WEEK", "7 DAYS", "YOU HAVE 7 DAYS." Each one was slightly different but the message was the same. In a week something was going down. Vespa didn't know what, but then again, he didn't really care much. Heard a small ringing from his pocket, suddenly jumping out in fear and reaching his left hand into his right pocket awkwardly and pulling out a red cellphone.


Vespa didn't own a cell phone. Vespa flipped the red device over, and saw in different letters, as if a ransom note had made it's way to his brand new phone a message which only concerned to confuse him.

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."


"...."
(Broadway....?), Vespa thought.

Kept walking, noticing the man in the tie seeming to keep up with him, Vespa's phone still open and clutched tightly in his hand.

[Goude]

"Arg! I have no time for this!" Jacob shouted in anger, obviously not getting a partner any time soon.

"I guess I can get one after the mission then."

And with that Jacob set off for Broadway.

[Brien Boru]

Wally woke up to find himself leaning against a lamp post. He looked around Times Square in confusion; this certainly wasn't that dive bar that he was performing in. He suddenly started, thinking he may have been drugged after drinking something after his performance at the bar; he couldn't remember anything after the fall, he probably had a few drinks after that failure of a performance. He checked all his pockets, finding only his cellphone.

Whilst searching, he DID come across a pin on the front of his shirt. He didn't remember putting it on, but it looked cool enough so he decided to keep it. He checked his phone, hoping to find a clue as to what happened. He smiled as he read the message. "Looks like I'll be performing on a bigger stage this time. Maybe this'll be my big break. I just hope they're ready for one hell of a show."

He began to make his way towards Broadway with a spring in his step, ignoring the man shouting at everyone. "I'll just pretend I'm one of those deaf-mutes and hopefully he'll ignore me."

[Exalt]

Fabian woke with a start. He took a quick look around and then shook his head a bit.

How did I end up here, I was being mugged, oh god what.

He inspected himself. Everything seemed to be in order, except for the money he had made last night. The thug must have knocked him out and dragged him here. He adjusted his glasses and picked himself up off the ground. He had apparently been sleeping under a lamp post. He could smell the rotting hot dogs in the trash can to his left. As he got up, two items fell out of his pocket. One was his deck, the other was a pin, like the ones that one would see on the uniform of a restaurant employee.

Fabian looked at the two items. He distinctly remembered throwing the deck in a mad attempt to escape the guy that had knocked him out. The only logical answer was that the man had picked up the cards, put them back in the box, and placed it in his shirt pocket. The man must have also planted the pin on him as well. It looked like it might be worth something, so he slipped it back in his pocket along with the deck.

He stuck his hands in his pockets to find his cell phone vibrating.

Wait, I don't own a cell phone.

He pulled out the bright orange phone and flipped it open. There on the tiny screen was a message to get to Broadway. Maybe the man that had taken his money and gave him all these little things would be there.

Well, I don't have any performances scheduled, so to hell with it.

He adjusted his glasses again and walked after a teen in some wrinkly clothes who seemed to be heading in the same direction.

Strange, why do all the signs say the same thing?

[Далтон]

Damon looks up from his pin and looks at the boy beside him. They've been walking together for a small while, neither of them saying anything. While scanning his ruffled outfit, he notices a pin on his jeans.

"That skull..." he mumbles, looking up at the boy "Excuse me, but do you have any information on these pins? I woke up with one clipped to my tie, and well, I have no idea where it came from. Is it like, a promotion, orrr..?"

[Johnny]

Damon looks up from his pin and looks at the boy beside him. They've been walking together for a small while, neither of them saying anything. While scanning his ruffled outfit, he notices a pin on his jeans.

"That skull..." he mumbles, looking up at the boy "Excuse me, but do you have any information on these pins? I woke up with one clipped to my tie, and well, I have no idea where it came from. Is it like, a promotion, orrr..?"

Vespa kept walking, hearing the boy next to him talking, still trudging along beside of him. He held his new phone close to his chest and shook his head slightly toward the man, still silent. He payed close attention to the street signs.

(Who is this guy...? Why is he following me...?), he thought. (I wish he'd go away...)

Closed his phone, placing it back into his pocket before being interrupted with a sharp pain in his hand. He quickly looked down, opening the palm of his hand as his eyes widened slightly.

30:00

29:59

29:58


"....!"

Vespa began thinking, his eyes darting around. He deduced that whatever this cell phone is, it had to have done this to him. And apparently, this demonic communication device wanted him at Broadway, so decided to himself there. He doesn't want to find out what the "Unpleasant Thing" will be if that timer runs out.

[Далтон]

Damon yelped lightly as he felt a sharp sting on his right hand. He looked down to a digital timer that has materialized on his hand, counting down from 30 minutes. He began breathing heavily, but then noticed that the boy to the left seems to have the same timer.

"Come on, tell me what's going on. What is this timer? What are these pins? Come on, I only need a few answers, okay? I'll leave you alone if you just give me some information."

[Desert Eagle]

Rising from the ground, Logan woke up after a while, thanks to the cries of the guy wearing a gasmask.

"Ow, what the hell? I felt like a bullet entered through my head. . . Hey! My car! Where is my Corvette?!"

In sight of checking if he still had the keys for his beloved Corvette Z06, he decided to check his stuff. His iPod was paused, with Metallica's Battery at 0:00, and he still had its cellphone, but most notably, he had a pin attached to him. Either way, he didn't found the keys for his car and considered it as the one guy who stalked him took them somehow. "Ooh, you goddamn son of a bitch. . ."

Logan then looked around, realizing that he was not in SoCal anymore, and that somehow he was in New York, but something was not right. The signs, besides advertising Coca-Cola and the '09 Ford F-150, all said in some way "YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS."

"Times Square? It's been a long time since I came here, and I don't even recall when. Why the signs all say that thing is beyond my knowledge. . . maybe the brands are making a mass-motto advertising?"

The cellphone then vibrated. He took it out and saw a message with an gibberish name in it.

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."

"Oh, you must be the fucking guy who took my 'vette. I'm so going to kick- no. . . KILL you for taking my baby! Now, I only need to get a pair of wheels, as I've no chance to get to Broadway like this. . ."

And so it began. Logan started to walk to Broadway, in hopes of finding a vehicle in the way. Without his integrity, he couldn't care on doing the right thing, but he could still make the best out of them to get what he wants. He knew that, besides getting a good transport, he had to get at least one ally to help him out. . .

[Jace Twice]

Name: Gerald Shrew

Age: 58

Ability: Gerald uses an elephant gun against his enemies. But instead of firing bullets, the gun will "throw" a nearby object in whatever direction the gun was pointing. Gerald has to be within a few feet of the object for his gun to use it as ammo.

Also, the larger the object is, the slower it will be thrown.

Appearance: When he died he was wearing a tan/olive green safari suit and matching tan hat, a dark red sweater, and shined black shoes. He's a bit on the short side and his once bright orange hair was starting to fade to white. The same goes for his thick curly moustache.

Background: Gerald is a very pleasant individual to be around, he is well mannered, fairly well studied, and always has a story to tell. Is is incredibly impatient however, and will often seek the most direct solution to a problem, even if it isn't a particularly smart or safe one.

A renowned big game hunter, Gerald lived a more than satisfactory life. He comes from a long line of hunters, and as proof of this, his family's most treasured heirloom is an antique elephant gun. The gun has been maintained to a high standard and is used by Gerald to the day he died.

His death was unceremonious. Alone a boat a few miles from the New York Harbor a large wave hit the side of the boat and knocked Gerald off balance and into the icy water. The sudden rush of cold water caused him to gasp... while underwater.

Entrance Fee: His accuracy.

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Gerald Shrew sat on a bench in the middle of times square after he had woken up on it. A lot was going through his mind. Why was he here on the street instead of his apartment? Why can't he remember the previous night? Why did he have a dream about falling off a boat? And why do all of these signs all say the same blasted thing?

The endless noise of the city hindered any progress he was making answering these questions. Once voice in particular stood out to Gerald.

"If you can hear me, make a pact with me if you want to live!"

The word "pact" struck a chord, and soon it was all that he could think about. "Where have I heard that before?" he repeated over and over again. Gerald was about to stand up to talk to the young man when he suddenly shouted a second time and took of at a sprint.

"Hey there, wait! He began to chase the man when his cell phone buzzed." he picked it up and saw the cryptic message that was sent to him. "What a waste of time" he muttered and shoved the phone back into his pocket, only to quickly pull his hand out again when a sharp pain ran trough his palm. He looked at the newly branded timer across his hand, and everything clicked.

Gerald had read about the Reapers Game many years ago, but he didn't remember much about it. Just that it was a week long event of timed missions. Obviously this man knew something and was quite agitated about it. So Gerald chased and shouted after the him again, trying to get more information.

[Johnny]

Damon yelped lightly as he felt a sharp sting on his right hand. He looked down to a digital timer that has materialized on his hand, counting down from 30 minutes. He began breathing heavily, but then noticed that the boy to the left seems to have the same timer.

"Come on, tell me what's going on. What is this timer? What are these pins? Come on, I only need a few answers, okay? I'll leave you alone if you just give me some information."

Vespa didn't answer the man and simply began walking faster, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his newly obtained phone and simply flipped it open, rereading the message again.

(Broadway...?), he thought, looking back toward the boy following him. He pointed to his phone, still walking, but just slow enough for Damon to catch up to him to read the message on the LCD screen of the device.

[Далтон]

Damon nodded firmly and slowed down a bit, silently following a small distance away. He put his hands in his pockets, and to his surprise found two objects. In his right hand was his quill, a common sight, as he's used it every day since he bought it at age 13, but in his left was something far more unfamiliar: an olive green cell phone. Damon has never had a cell phone; he's never had anyone to call.

Apparently the cell phone recieved a message a small while ago, but he hadn't really noticed, as it was around the time he felt the sharp sting in his hand. He opened the message as he experienced a small case of déjà vu.

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."

"This... This was the message on the other boy's phone," he thought. He glances at his right hand again. About 27 minutes left. "--looks like I'm going to Broadway."

[Gado]

Name: Issac Slater

Age: 16

Ability: Issac constantly exudes an air of cold in a small circle around himself, this alone isn't anything other then uncomfortable. However, while holding on to his necklace (the light blue orb at the end, specifically), Issac can concentrate on a single point, rapidly lowering the temperature in this spot, able to lower it far enough to freeze something in place completely.

Appearance: Issac is 5'8", although he's usually slouching and appears just slightly smaller. He has very short spiked black hair, and very light blue eyes. He doesn't care much for clothing, only wearing what's most comfortable for him, a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and white sneakers. He has a small metal necklace with a small blue orb at the end, however it's usually tucked into his shirt.

Background: Issac was a very quiet child, keeping to himself as much as he could, preferring to speak to the few he knew very well. Otherwise, he would spend most of his time in the nearby library, fascinated with reading about other people that were everything he wasn't ; social, brave, outgoing.

He often lost himself in fantasizing about being more like those types of people, although this often resulted in him being scolded, either by his parents, the teachers at his school, or his constantly frustrated boss at his part time job as a busboy.

This would ultimately lead to his end in this life, late one night working at his job, fantasizing once again as usual, not noticing a click behind him as he idly lingers in the freezer, taking it as slow as possible so he can focus on his fantasies, only realizing after it's far too late that he'd been locked in...

Entrance Fee: His ability to read.

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Issac slowly comes to, laying on a bench in Times Square, blinking in confusion as he sits up, his hand slowly brushing back through his hair, looking around his surroundings. He cringes softly as he hears someone yelling something about making a pact, shrugging it off, holding his head in his hand. He sighs, his head pounding and trying to make sense of what's happening.

"I don't understand... what's going on?"

Issac looks up, blinking as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small cell phone, confused even further as he never owned a cell phone in his previous life, opening it to read the text he had received. He blinks softly as he stares down at the message displayed on his phone, almost in disbelief for a moment, not understanding a single letter of it. He shakes his head, passing it off as random spam and taking another look around.

"..."

As he looks up, he pales as he sees all of the signs around him in Time Square, his eyes darting from sign to sign, seemingly more frantic with each sign he sees in the center. His eyes widen as he realizes he can't read any of the signs, shaking his head in denial, searching for anything he'd be able to read.

"Wha... this can't be right. I can't read... anything.. how is this possible?"

He takes a deep breath, trying to console himself, taking another look around Times Center, this time specifically at the people around him. He hopes that someone would be able to explain what's going on, that maybe everything was just a joke, or maybe even a dream. He notices a pair of teenagers seemingly around his age heading towards Broadway and a few other figures that seemed unique, shaking his head and heading the way the pair was, trying to keep himself from shaking.

[Goude]

Gerald Shrew sat on a bench in the middle of times square after recently sleeping on it. A lot was going through his mind. Why was he here on the street instead of his apartment? Why can't he remember the previous night? and did he have a dream about falling off a boat? Why do all of these sign read all say the same thing?

The endless noise of the city hindered any progress he was making answering these questions. Once voice in particular stood out to Gerald.

"If you can hear me, make a pact with me if you want to live!"

The word "pact" struck a chord, and soon it was all that Gerald could think about. "Where have I heard that before?" he repeated over and over again. Gerald was about to stand up to talk to the young man when he suddenly shouted a second time and took of at a sprint.

"Hey there, wait! Gerald began to chase the man when his cell phone buzzed." he picked it up and saw the cryptic message that was sent to him. "What a waste of time" he muttered and shoved the phone back into his pocket, only to quickly pull his hand out again when a sharp pain ran trough his palm. He looked at the newly branded timer across his hand, and everything clicked.

Gerald had read about the Reapers Game many years ago, but he didn't remember much about it. Just that it was a week long event of timed missions. Obviously this man knew something and was quite agitated about it. So Gerald chased and shouted after the him again, trying to get more information.

Ah! Finally! I was almost starting to think I was the only player here.

When Jacob heard the shouting coming from the direction he had just came from, he did a full 180 and ran to the man as fast as he could. He was so happy someone had heard him that it didn't matter who it was.

[Androc]

Tom took a deep breath, running the situation through his mind again. He was dead. He was dead and he was playing some kind of sick game for another chance. He was dead and if he fucked this up they were going to, as far as he could tell, erase his immortal soul.

So, no reason to panic or anything.

Right.

Broadway.

[Kaizer The Faust]

Name: Lewis Liddell

Age: 20

Ability: When the hands on the old pocketwatch are wound to a certain time frame and the winch is clicked down, an unknown force infuses into Lewis the properties of one of four differing beings.

12 to 3: "Without a Grin" - This being allows Lewis to become completely invisible to the naked senses. However, whenever used, it permanently affixes a large grin to his face, visible where the rest of him isn't. He also becomes content with toying with the enemy rather than attempting to defeat them outright.
3 to 6: "Late on Arrival" - This being heighten's Lewis' reflexes to a superhuman standard and allows him to move with much more speed (though not very gracefully.) The drawback to the supercharged senses and speed is he becomes very jittery, becoming easily spooked and frightened.
6 to 9: "Straw-Hatted and Fluffy" - This being gives Lewis incredible agility and an ability to berate and distract his opponents with speech bordering on nonsensical. Though on the flip side, he cannot focus on the battle unless made to and will take up searching for a specific something if left unattended.
9 to 12: "Curiouser and Curiouser" - The powers granted from this being allow him to shrink and grow to small and slightly larger sizes at will. The weakness to this is that it also leaves him feeling exhausted each time he changes size.


While these powers granted to him may be helpful, they come with underlying dangers. Each time the hands pass the 12 when wound, there is a chance Lewis will slip quickly into one of two bad moods.

Bad Dude 1: "Sleep Till Death" - This being forces Lewis to immediately slip into a deep sleep, regaining consciousness for a few moments periodically but falling right back after but another moment has passed. Though, whenever he fully awakens from his rest, Lewis becomes wide awake and chockful of energy from the nap.
Bad Dude 2: "Darkness Looms" - This being drives Lewis into a bloodlust state of mind, wanting to tear apart any living being near him and devour the remains to fulfill some sick and twisted hunger. And it doesn't apply to just the opposition. A positive about this is his strength is nearly double tripled what it was, allowing him to tear right through his victims.


In the off chance Lewis can't or doesn't have time to wind his watch, he can also use it as an impromptu ball and chain, with the chain growing longer after a few rotations.

Appearance: Not a very impressive looking fellow but if nothing, he was quite tall. He stood at a large six feet, three inches and had just enough meat on him to not look sickly. Pale brown hair adorned his head, being partly unkempt but it hadd lightly covered his bright blue eyes (grandmama always said he got them from his mother). The face also had quite the large nose attached to it, nothing comical, but still oversized.

As for clothing, that was another matter altogether. His grandmother always insisted he dressed "properly" when he was at home. So when Lewis unfortunately kicked the bucket in the attic, he was clad in some older clothing. A dark green button-up shirt, a bright yellow and purple polkadot bowtie and a pair of light green slacks (whose other half, a mustard green jacket, Lewis felt was silly to wear in spring). The last part was a large but old pocketwatch poking itself through his back pocket, connected to his belt by a chain.

Background: From a young age, Lewis had been an orphan. Lost his mother at 5 years and never met his father. His whole upbringing was thanks to his dear grandmama, Lorina, when she took him in after his mother's death.

He had always been a good boy, never really getting into trouble or trying to start it. Grandmama raised him to be polite and courteous for the most part, though it may have been in part due to her old-fashioned way of doing things (ie. proper dress attire at home was what people wore in the 30s). Due to this upbringing, Lewis never had much to do with things like television or computer games. He'd always found more productive hobbies to occupy his time from tinkering with old clocks to keeping a garden.

There was one thing that Lewis always was searching for. The identity of the man who created him. Throughout his childhood, his grandmother had regaled him with stories about all the adventures his mother and father used to undertake. How such deeds had turned the two into local legends for years to come. However, it seemed that his father was quite the tight-lipped man towards other folks, not even telling his real name to anyone besides Lewis' mother and grandmother (who had been sworn to secrecy by Father as a sort of playful thing, but she took him seriously).

That one thing had driven Lewis to an odd number of places every weekend. The library, the old folks home, the newspaper office. Anywhere that might have had information about his father, you can be damn sure he visited. It wasn't until one fateful day that the young man would've gotten a call from an older gentleman he did odd jobs for in his youth.

He found it.

The old man had come across an article with a picture of his father and mother and his father's real name.
It didn't take but those few words to send Lewis sprinting out of the house at full speed.
It wasn't long before he was stopped out front, exhausted, winded, blood pumping wildly through his body.
Standing straight, he would have moved to get out of the street.

What he didn't hear was the wild honking horn coming towards him.
What he didn't see was his neck being snapped from the force of the car hitting him.
What he didn't know was where he was now.

Entrance Fee: Father's top hat, the last item left of his progenitor.

_______And here we go, down the rabbit hole~_______


Lewis awoke with a startle, his whole body shaking as it thumped on the ground and off the bench he was laid across. The young man stood slow and uneasily, trying to regain his composure. Staring wildly about, signs, lights and people surrounded every spot of the area he was in. It was Wall Street, he recalled finally. But how did he end up here from the old man's....house....
...
FATHER'S IDENTITY!
Oh lord, he completely forgot!
Calming his nerves that rattled with both excitement and nervousness, he would study his surroundings, noting a number of people around him that are unique, but in a way in he couldn't pin down.

The next order of business was checking himself out.
*patpat*
.
.
*rustle*
He looked to be okay, no injuries. His pocketwatch ticked silently in his backpocket and his wallet was still all together.

Though upon self-examination, Lewis found two items that weren't on his person before. A strange purple toned cell phone (never had a need for one of those) and black pin with what seemed to be a fancified skull emblazened on it. Odd things, they were.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and dinged, giving poor Lewis a startle as it dropped and opened itself up from the fall on the ground. Snagging it up, he looked at its screen, seeing a...Text message, that's what the kids at school always called them.

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."

[This message seems...Vaguely threatening. The whole situation is damned odd!
How did I end up here? Why do I have these things?
Maybe....Maybe whoever brought me here sent this message.
Perhaps I'll find them if I act upon this message's wishes.]

Doing just that, Lewis began his stroll towards Broadway.

If he wasn't suddenly stopped by a sharp pain in his hand.

"AGHH! What the devil...?!"
A red digital timer counting down from 30 minutes glowed brightly on the palm of his hand.
What...is going on around here?!

[The Bear Burrito]

Name: Ella Gregory

Age: 21

Ability: Knowing her way around cooking utensils, Ella is proficient in using them as weaponry. With her knife she is capable of emitting wave attacks at her enemies and with her spatula she can heal her teammates with a quick bap to the affected area. In somewhat of a twist, however, the knife energy seems to emit feelings of relief, making it's target feel good while still doing damage, while the spatula stings, leaving it's target in pain while it's actually healing.

Appearance: Standing at about 5'2", Ella's hair is a strawberry red, pulled back into a ponytail that falls past her shoulders by just a few inches. She sports the same chef uniform as you would find on any culinary student or professional chef. It consists of a white chef's jacket, black slacks, and black shoes. She also has blue eyes and a pale complexion.

Background: From the time she was born, Ella's future had already been decided for her. Her father and mother, both very well established and wealthy chefs, had her in line to take up the same occupation as themselves. While this may be enough to bend some against the thought, it was something that Ella actually learned to embrace and love. She started to make cooking her life, making her parents, as well as herself, proud.

She was sent to culinary school as soon as she got out of high school as to start studying under the best as soon as she could. But for her that wasn't enough. She wanted to excel quickly, to become the best she could be. Her parent's dream had slowly become her dream: for her to surpass them and make a true name for their family through her cooking.

It all seemingly came to an end though one night when she was up late in one of the school's kitchens working. So concentrated on completing her dish, she never would have thought to toss her knife away from her as she slipped and fell to the ground...

Entrance Fee: Her sense of taste

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Slowly awaking from what seemed to be an eternity, Ella started coming to her senses and stood up from the ground in what appeared to be Time Square. She tried to remember as far back as she could, but for some reason all she seemed to be drawing was a blank. It wasn't amnesia, she could remember everything important she wanted to think of such as her name and her parents, but the events of the last few days seem to just be gone. She just felt very shaken for some reason.

She checks inside of her pocket to see if she still had her cell phone on her, which she was happy to find she did. Flipping it open she notices a new message has been sent. She opens it up and reads it to herself:

"Be a dear and head over to Broadway, the lobby will do. Oh and do try to be there within 30 minutes. Or something unpleasant will be sure to happen."

Confused, Ella also notices that she has no service available on her phone for some reason. She decides that it is time best saved to not try to make any calls. It would be nothing short of futile.

Flipping her phone shut, she suddenly feels a sharp pain in her arm. Looking at her right palm, she sees a timer set at 30:00. It starts to count down, as to signal her to hurry up.

"Just what the hell is going on here?"

Somewhat worried now, Ella starts heading for Broadway. She begins to hope she's not the only one out there. Of all times to be alone, she didn't feel like now should be it.

[Jace Twice]

Success!

The man heard my call and started running back toward me. I slowed down and stopped, preparing myself to greet the man, who was still running full tilt. He quickly slowed to a stop in from of me and paused to catch his breath.

"You're in quite a hurry aren't you? I'm Gerald Shrew, maybe you've heard of me?" I stuck out my hand so he could shake it.

[Brien Boru]

Wally suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand. He held it up to his face to find a timer counting down from 30:00. Eyes widening, he began to move faster towards Broadway.

[King]

Outside the doors to broadway there was an overdressed young man of short stature, he seemed to be the only one in the whole area to notice the players and he was clearly looking at all of them. At his flanks were a blond woman in a denim miniskirt and a bikini top more absorbed in her compact and chewing gum then anything else and a tall unshaven man in loose clothing with a fro and glasses who's attention seemed to be absorbed by nothing at all.
The boy snorted as the players neared, "Oi wots this? No light pucks? So no pacts? Well dats not very sportin now izit, Charles?"
"Yo man, its Chuck. And yeah, attacking those kids that can't defend themselves is low, man. Those cats that do it to hoard points are so uncool, man. Isn't taking more that you need just the worse, Christie?"
"What huh?" she didn't even turn her head, "Am I suppose to like summon the things now?"
The boy groaned, "Not yet ya insuffrable arrhead. Giv'm a chance ta git read'ah firs'."

[Goude]

Success!

The man heard my call and started running back toward me. I slowed down and stopped preparing myself to greet the man, who was still running full tilt. He quickly slowed to a stop in from of me and paused to catch his breath.

"You're in quite a hurry aren't you? I'm Gerald Shrew, maybe you've heard of me?" I stuck out my hand so he could shake it.

"Yeah, I don't really feel like losing on day 1, and aside from you it seems no one else could hear me. I almost thought they started a game with only one player, but I guess they're not that cruel," I responded shaking the man's hand firmly.

"So how about it, you feel like making a pact and living through this?"

"The name is Jacob. Jacob Kibes."

[Exalt]

"Ah, what the hell!"

Card grabbed his right hand, but as soon as he grabbed it, the pain that had made him call out ceased. Instead of blood or a bruise on his hand, there was a timer with a count down. He pulled out the orange cell phone again and looked at the message.

Guess this isn't bullshit.

Just then, he saw the teen with the wrinkly clothes and nice shoes he had been following look his right hand as well, and there was the very same timer.

Maybe he knows something.

He started to run, with his hand palm forward in front of him, after the teen who had picked up the pace as well. "Hey, HEY, wait up, do you know anything about this?"

[Jace Twice]

"Yeah, I don't really feel like losing on day 1, and aside from you it seems no one else could hear me. I almost thought they started a game with only one player, but I guess they're not that cruel," I responded shaking the man's hand firmly.

"So how about it, you feel like making a pact and living through this?"

"The name is Jacob. Jacob Kibes."

"Before we go and make any pacts, uh... how do I put this? Why do you- er, just, just what is a pact?" I was having some trouble admitting my lack of knowledge here.

"Oh! uh... yes, good to meet you Jacob"

[Goude]

"Before we go and make any pacts, uh... how do I put this? Why do you- er, just, just what is a pact?" I was having some trouble admitting my lack of knowledge here.

"Oh! uh... yes, good to meet you Jacob"

"Ah, well a pact is when two players "team up" if you will. We vow to remain together until the game is over or we are erased. Pacts have many benefits, the most obvious being that two heads are better than one. It also makes us fight much more effectively. In fact, I've never heard of a single player who has survived the entirety of the game without a partner. That's about all I know."

"So what do you say? Partners?"

[Kaizer The Faust]

Looking unsteadily about, Lewis was slowly coming to the realization that he wasn't alone in his situation of being suddenly misplaced. Those people he thought seemed odd in a way he couldn't put into words were all following the same path as he was, slowly making their way to Broadway.

Something was making him uneasy though. Who was that trio standing near the entrance that looked so...Radically different for some reason? The same feeling about those other people, that times ten applied to these people. It seemed like they were waiting. Maybe...Maybe it was them who brought them all here?

Wait, what was happening now? People looked to be pairing up for some reason. Why was probably not important, it seemed he should follow their cue and someone to pair off with.

But...who?

Seems everyone was pairing off kind of quickly and that meant he had to hurry.
Time seemed to be running out.
Thinking of, what time was it?
Lewis reached into his back pocket to check the accurately timed pocketwatch he kept on his person at all times. Staring down, he saw both hands stuck directly on the twelve.

That can't be right. It felt like mid-afternoon. Bringing it to his ear, it became quickly apparent that his watch was dead cold, the gears not moving anymore.

"Fantastic...Just what I need right now..."

A thing to save for later.
His main concern now was finding a partner.

[Jace Twice]

"Ah, well a pact is when two players "team up" if you will. We vow to remain together until the game is over or we are erased. Pacts have many benefits, the most obvious being that two heads are better than one. It also makes us fight much more effectively. In fact, I've never heard of a single player who has survived the entirety of the game without a partner. That's about all I know."

"So what do you say? Partners?"

"Well, since you put it that way, I can really only say yes. Also, erased you say?"

[Goude]

"Well, since you put it that way, I can really only say yes. Also, erased you say?"

"And it's decided. I, Jacob Kibes hereby establish a pact with Gerald Shrew, that we may return to life."

"Oh and erased? It means exactly what it sounds like it means."

[Brien Boru]

Just then, he saw the teen with the wrinkly clothes and nice shoes he had been following look his right hand as well, and there was the very same timer.

Maybe he knows something.

He started to run, with his hand palm forward in front of him, after the teen who had picked up the pace as well. "Hey, HEY, wait up, do you know anything about this?"

'FFFFFFFFFFFFF. Looks like the playing deaf trick didn't work," Wally thought to himself.

While still running, he answered the kid running towards him: "I think it has something to do with the messages on our phones. Apparently we're supposed to be at Broadway before time's up. I think we're supposed to put on a show, if you know what I mean. Tell you what, if you want to be a part of my act then hustle and we'll talk about working together on the way."

[Exalt]

'FFFFFFFFFFFFF. Looks like the playing deaf trick didn't work," Wally thought to himself.

While still running, he answered the kid running towards him: "I think it has something to do with the messages on our phones. Apparently we're supposed to be at Broadway before time's up. I think we're supposed to put on a show, if you know what I mean. Tell you what, if you want to be a part of my act then hustle and we'll talk about working together on the way."

Preforming on Broadway?! Oh I am so up for this.

Card stopped for a second to take it in. Preforming on Broadway, what better way to make his grandfather proud. He snapped out of it when the boy said "hustle" and started sprinting to catch up. When he finally caught up to the kid he said, "Putting on a show, at Broadway, well I'm ready then. My name is Fabian by the way, but you can just call me Card. Hope you like magic tricks, cause that's what I'm good at." He tapped his deck of cards with a finger.

[Jace Twice]

"And it's decided. I, Jacob Kibes hereby establish a pact with Gerald Shrew, that we may return to life."

"Oh and erased? It means exactly what it sounds like it means."

"Oh dear, well this certainly isn't how I wanted to spend my week. I've just gotten back from a particularly dangerous expedition in Kenya. A most fascinating place that Ken-" I was suddenly interrupted by blinding a flash of white light light.

The world seemed to stop around us. A pair of blue light beams shot down vertically from the sky, and slowly began to revolve around Jacob and I. The beams spun to spin faster and faster, as I seemed to lose control over myself. Without even realizing it, I had turned to face Jacob head on. We were frozen in position until the lights had spun themselves into nothingness. Gone just as quickly as they came.

The world returned to normal as well, too normal in fact. The large crowds of people continued about their daily lives, as if they hadn't seen the the event that had just transpired. I regained control of my body and quickly looked around to if anyone, anyone else had seen those lights! Failing that, I slowly turned back to Jacob.

"What in the bloody hell was that!"

[Johnny]

Vespa stopped near a building feeling he was somewhat close to broadway. Looking behind him he saw two large pillars of light slam into the ground from behind a the very building he stood. His eyes slightly widened, but he was snapped back to reality by the loud ticking of his palm. He turned back toward Damon, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"...You have a timer too...Don't you...?", Vespa said, holding his hand up to the boy.


Damon hesitated, somewhat shocked to hear the boy speak for the first time, but then cleared his throat and looked at his hand.

"Um,..." he mumbled, turning his hand toward Vespa, "--Y-yes."



"..."

We were in the same boat. Vespa didn't like talking much. He had been sleeping for nearly a full year and it seemed to hurt to force the words out, coming in soft raspy clatters rather than sounding anything near sophisticated speech that a human should possess. He turned his head and simply gave a quick nod. Vespa grabbed the boy by the hand and began to pick up the pace. At least he wouldn't be alone in finding out what was going on.

[Gado]

Issac hisses as he feels a sharp pain in his hand, stopping in place, his other hand holding the one until the pain fades, slowly looking down at his palm. He was still visibly disturbed about not being able to read anything he could see at this point, his lack of understanding of whatever was on his hand further cementing this.

He looks around as he realizes he lost track of the two he had seen eariler, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, heading forward in the direction they were headed when he last saw them. He freezes in place as he sees the two large pillars of light, curious to what they were. He shakes his head, not certain enough to approach them, walking off, heading towards the doors of Broadway

[Brien Boru]

Preforming on Broadway?! Oh I am so up for this.

Card stopped for a second to take it in. Preforming on Broadway, what better way to make his grandfather proud. He snapped out of it when the boy said "hustle" and started sprinting to catch up. When he finally caught up to the kid he said, "Putting on a show, at Broadway, well I'm ready then. My name is Fabian by the way, but you can just call me Card. Hope you like magic tricks, cause that's what I'm good at." He tapped his deck of cards with a finger.

"Haha, magic tricks eh? Hope you're smooth enough to compare to my dance," Wally said, "The names Wally, by the way."

Wally's attention was suddenly grabbed by the lights off to the side and he stopped for a moment in surprise. However, he soon picked up the pace. Grinning, he said, "Hey Card, looks like you got some competition mon ami."

[The Bear Burrito]

Making her way toward Broadway, Ella began to notice more bodies then hers heading toward Broadway. Mostly kids, but there were some closer to her age. Most of them seemed to be grouping together it pairs, socializing. Making... pacts?

Following the lead of others, Ella began to look for an individual that just seemed to catch her eye. Someone that just stood out. Maybe it wasn't the best route for choosing an ideal partner, but right now wasn't the time to question such trivial facts.

As she scrambled about, closing in on her destination, she caught the shimmer of something out of the corner of her eye. It was round and gold, kind of like a pocket watch. Turning her head she saw it in the hand of a rather lanky boy about her own age. His clothing was rather plain, with an atrocious bow-tie to wrap up the whole package, but for some reason the allure of that watch drew her it. It was almost hypnotizing.

Ella approached the boy, deciding to make it quick and painless.

"My name is Ella. You're coming with me."

[Goude]

"Oh dear, well this certainly isn't how I wanted to spend my week. I've just gotten back from a particularly dangerous expedition in Kenya. A most fascinating place that Ken-" I was suddenly interrupted by blinding a flash of white light light.

The world seemed to stop around us. A pair of blue light beams shot down vertically from the sky, and slowly began to revolve around Jacob and I. The beams spun to spin faster and faster, as I seemed to lose control over myself. Without even realizing it, I had turned to face Jacob head on. We were frozen in position until the lights had spun themselves into nothingness. Gone just as quickly as they came.

The world returned to normal as well, too normal in fact. The large crowds of people continued about their daily lives, as if they hadn't seen the the event that had just transpired. I regained control of my body and quickly looked around to if anyone, anyone else had seen those lights! Failing that, I slowly turned back to Jacob.

"What in the bloody hell was that!"

"I... I think that was the pact. But now that we're partners we have to get to broadway. Let's go!"

[Exalt]

"Haha, magic tricks eh? Hope you're smooth enough to compare to my dance," Wally said, "The names Wally, by the way."

Wally's attention was suddenly grabbed by the lights off to the side and he stopped for a moment in surprise. However, he soon picked up the pace. Grinning, he said, "Hey Card, looks like you got some competition mon ami."

"T-that isn't the kind of magic I know."

The light had blinded Card momentarily, but he knew one thing upon seeing it. He needed to find out how to make such a light show. The two light beams had encircled two individuals, a man a bit older then him and another man way older then him. They both had the timers on their hands. He would have stopped to ask but Wally had already started running again.

As he caught up to the dancer again he said, "I think we might be capable of doing whatever that was, both of the people that were in the light had timers. It might be important, but lets discuss it when we reach our destination."

[Androc]

Tom looked around, quietly and sedately and slowly feeling the beginnings of a panic attack. Shit. Shit. He could see the others forming pacts, and maybe he didn't exactly know why, but it didn't take much to figure out that being the odd man out was probably a bad thing.

Then, he saw it. Some high school kid heading towards broadway, completely ignored by the crowd.

Oh, well. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Hey, kid!" he shouted to get his attention. "If you want to make it through this, I think you and I might want to make a pact. What do you say?"

[Gado]

Issac stops in his tracks as he hears someone yelling, turning his head and blinking as he realizes the person is actually speaking to him. He looks up at the person approaching him, frowning softly, still feeling apprehensive about his current situation.

"...A.. pact?"

He looks back down at his hand, taking a few seconds to stare at the numbers he can't read while he thinks. He turns his head back up to look at the stranger. He shivers for a moment, before speaking.

"I'm... not sure what you mean... but I don't think... I have any other option. I'm... Issac"

Issac reaches up, holding his hand out to the older teenager, nodding politely

[Androc]

"Well, if I've understood correctly, a pact basically means we team up. You don't make a pact, and you're pretty much fucked. So."

Tom reached out and took the offered hand.

"For our mutual survival, I, Tom Gallagher, hereby establish the pact!"

There was a brief, searing flash of light. Tom abruptly turned and started walking.

"Alright, step lively, we gotta get to Broadway!"

[Gado]

Issac looks up at him as he speaks, nodding quietly as he speaks, shaking his hand firmly as he grabs it, his hand noticeably colder then normal. He shuts his eyes as the flash of light springs up around him, blinking quietly as it fades away. He notices Tom turning and walking away, running for a moment to catch up to him, keeping his pace by his side

"I... do you understand what's on our hands? I can't seem to... there was a message on my phone too.. that I couldn't make heads or tails of."

[Androc]

"Well," Tom said, glancing at his own hand, "it's a number that looks like it's going down. I got a text message that says to be at broadway within thirty minutes or 'something bad might happen', so, uh..."

So the number was... the number of players left? No, wait, then it wouldn't be going down. Points? Did points even exist? Maybe it was...

Oh. Duh.

"So it's a timer. Obviously." Tom said, not looking at Issac. He maintained his outward facade, but his neck burned. Why did it take him so long to figure that out?

[King]

The boy groaned, "Arr dey dun yet? Wots takin so bloody long? oi, fergit it. Chuck, release the hounds!"
"Alright, chill out man. I'm doing it," Chuck snapped his fingers and a dozen colorful wolves jumped out of what seemed like nowhere, "Alright pooches, time to play with the kids. Have fun now."
The wolves began to growl and circle the players

[Goude]

"Wha-what are those?! Well whatever they are they look like trouble. I hope you know how to fight!"

On second thought, I hope I know how to fight aswell.

"Angel, kill those things!"

And with that, Angel, Jacob's psych and puppet began to attack the wolves and best as it could.

[Johnny]

"..."

Vespa stood back, watching the wolves circle him, backing up as they get closer and watching as Jacob suddenly intervened, attacking the wolves with his wooden puppet, taking the chance to gain as much distance as he could.

(Bad...This is bad....)

[Gado]

Issac listens again as he speaks, staying quiet until he had finished. He seemed to be focused on him, mostly unattentive to everything else around him at the moment.

"A timer... to get to broadway? Thirty minutes should be more.. then enough...."

He steps back in shock as he spots the wolves appearing from nowhere, staying close to Tom as they begin to circle, noticing the other players around them suddenly. His eyes widen in fear for a moment, his hand instinctively reaching for his necklace, cradling the small blue orb in his palm.

He takes another step back as he watches another person begin to attack them with some type of puppet, unsure of how to react for now, his hand tightly gripping his necklace.

[Kaizer The Faust]

Opening that strange phone again, he checked the message over once more, making sure there was nothing else on it. While reading, he noted the time in the upper right being about 4:20 or so.

Satisfied with learning the time, he flipped it closed and tucked it away as he went about to trying to fix his watch. First was winding the hands to the correct point. Lifting the knob on top, he twisted till both hands reached the four. He'd click the knob back down and suddenly felt a slight shiver up his spine.

Odd, it was warm out.

What could make him...

"My name is Ella. You're coming with me."

"WaAH!"

Suddenly startled by the voice coming from behind, Lewis lost his grip on the watch and stared it at in almost slow-mo as it fell from his grasp. With a sudden speed he couldn't explain, Lewis whirled around and caught it blindly in his left hand, staring at the girl behind him.

His eyes quickly noted her outfit resembling that of a cook's. Very strange day-to-day wear. Such a pale complexion too but with red hair, not odd.

Slowly calming himself, Lewis remained very visibly shaken as he stumbled over his words to talk.

"D-Don't sneak up on me like t-that! W-why am I coming with you now?"

Sadly, he wouldn't have a chance to learn the answer as several graffiti-colorized canines began to surround them and the others who seemed strange.

[The Bear Burrito]

"D-Don't sneak up on me like t-that! W-why am I coming with you now?"

As the boy with the pocketwatch spoke these words to Ella, they were quickly surrounded by what appeared to be wolves circling them. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she knew whatever it was it wasn't going to stand around and wait for her to react.

"No time for talking now, obviously, but I think you can see why. We gotta work together so c'mon, let's go!"

Suddenly, a flash of light seemed to surround both her and her new found partner. She would have found it weird, but with so many stranger things happening she didn't really find time to care. As it faded away, she discovered in her hand what appeared to be a knife and a spatula, two things she was rather familiar with. Now equipped, or at least not completely defenseless, she turned and looked to the boy.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

[Kaizer The Faust]

The light show that'd surround them only took Lewis' attention for as long as it lasted, which wasn't very long at all. He felt a sudden connection to the girl, an unexplainable one that, unfortunately, would have to be pondered on later.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

"I-I don't know, what are we s-supposed to do?"

He shifted his head from to and fro, looking the wolven creatures up and over again. They were making his heart skip a beat each time he looked into their eyes, nothing but blank white staring back. Wholly unnatural, these beings.

Another pair seemed to go into action, a man about Lewis' age sending forth a...Puppet? How utterly mad. Puppets don't float or attack on their own.

Then again, wolves just don't show up out of nowhere, so the laws of reality seem to be taking a backseat.

"W-we have to fight, it looks like. Oh-oh dear. And me, without...A weapon."

He said the last part quietly as he looked down to the pocketwatch. An idea sprang up in his head as the watch quickly began to spin about and around...His hand. The chain formed an improvised brass knuckle with the watch clamped firmly in hand becoming added weight to a punch.

"L-let's stick together if we f-fight. You w-watch my back and I-I watch y-yours."

[The Bear Burrito]

"L-let's stick together if we f-fight. You w-watch my back and I-I watch y-yours."

"Of course," Ella replied, giving the boy a wink of reassurance. She wasn't too confident herself, but she had to be right now. Unfamiliar territory is hard to tread on its own without it being hostile.

Without hesitation, she decided to attack, swinging the knife at the wolves in an attempt to cut them. Upon doing this motion, she realized that her blades were evoking more then she was expecting. It was as if there was a bladed wave emitting from her swing, hitting at the wolves.

"Well that's new..."

[Kaizer The Faust]

"A-alright, l-let's do this."

Lewis took a shaky step towards an approaching wolf, bringing his fists up. Thinking back to when he was in school, he remembered learning about how wolves acted when they were on the hunt, surrounding their game and getting them from behind where their guard would be low. So, if was going to fight it, it had to be head on...Or from behind.

Quickly biting his lip and calming his fear so he could act, Lewis made an attempt to strafe the wolf by breaking into a run around it. What caught him off guard was the incredible speed at which he moved. It was at least equal to the sprint of a wolf or a hare. With little time to spare till the creature noticed where he went, the young man roared forward, rearing his armed fist back and slamming it onto the wolf's head with lightning speed.

Bouncing back he launched forward with another strike, and another and another, laying blow after blow towards the beast. Each as fast as the last one. The unnerving fear he had was still there, only silenced by the fact he could stand up to these creatures.

[King]

The wolves getting attacked did what they could to defend themselves, a few attempted bites then jumping back to safety. The other wolves ignored their harmed pack members and all pounced at the other players who have not engaged in battle yet, hoping for easy prey.

[Androc]

"Oh, CHRIST, here they come."

No doubt about it, one of the wolves had singled Tom out. It was loping straight towards him, mouth agape. Think, think, no time to move, do something!

And to Tom's own surprise, he did.

His right hand plunged into his pocket, grabbed his pda, and swung upwards. A crackling whip whirled forth, catching the wolf dead on the nose with an arresting surge of electricity. Whimpering, it retreated.

"...Well, uh, that works."

[Johnny]

Vespa slinked backwards, trying not to attract too much attention to himself. He lost track of Damon and walked backwards, bumping backs with another man, turning around, he saw something that faintly looked like a PDA in his right hand, watching one of the tattooed wolves running away from him.

"...."

[Androc]

"GAH!"

Tom whirled around with his whip, only recognizing his target just enough to redirect his swing into a flourish above his head. The whip retracted.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that! Is something wrong?"

[Johnny]

"GAH!"

Tom whirled around with his whip, only recognizing his target just enough to redirect his swing into a flourish above his head. The whip retracted.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that! Is something wrong?"

"..."
Vespa looked toward the man, noticing that everyone near him seemed to be grouping up into pairs, where as this man was alone, and still apparently capable of handling the monsters coming near him, even doing so much as harming one.

He flipped his sketchbook open, deciding to make the only decision he was possibly capable of doing at the time. He began striking his sharpened pencil to the paper, flipping the book over and showing the page to the man.


My name is Vespasiano Giancarlo.


Will you come to the broadway lobby with me?

was writtin on the page in scrawled out writing. His penmenship was atrocious.

[Androc]

"Uh..." Tom squinted at the notes, taking a few moments to decipher it.

"Well... I already have a pact, but I guess if you want to come, too, that's probably oka-"

Another searing flash of light struck. Tom blinked.

"Okay, I guess that means 'yes'."

[Gado]

Issac takes a few steps back in shock, gripping his necklace tightly as he shuts his eyes. The wolf leaping at him suddenly slows dramatically, his fur covered in frost, the effect amplifying as he takes another step forward after he lands in front of him, stopped as he's frozen in place completely.

Issac slowly opens his eyes as he realizes he's not being attacked by the wolf seemingly, blinking as he sees the condition of the wolf, looking down at his hand

(Did... I do that?)

He looks over at Tom, noticing that he had seemingly already dispatched the wolf that had been attacking him, taking note of the other kid approaching him, staying quiet for now.

[Johnny]

"Uh..." Tom squinted at the notes, taking a few moments to decipher it.

"Well... I already have a pact, but I guess if you want to come, too, that's probably oka-"

Another searing flash of light struck. Tom blinked.

"Okay, I guess that means 'yes'."
Vespa simply nods.

(Okay...I've got some help now. I'll just stick by this guy and let him do the work...)

Began to walk with the man, hearing a low pitched growling sound. As he turned, he saw a wolf lunge at him, claws lashing out aggressively, obviously with an intent to kill him. Shocked, he threw up his sketchbook, the page still turned to his note. "My name is..."

Suddenly the wolf was launched back slightly as what seemed like horridly written 2D letters had binded it. The V of Vespasiano propping up the canine's head as the O had now somehow wrapped itself around it's legs, clutching it tightly. Vespa pondered this for but a moment, running toward the building now. He glanced back toward his notebook recoiling now, noticing that the page now read "My name is espasian Giancarl.


Will yu cme t the bradway lbby with me?"



"..."

[King]

"Wot?! A three way pact? Izn't tha cheatan?! how can they do tha?!"
Christie glanced over after blowing a bubble with her gum, "Huh? They could like, always do that. It is just arguably more advantageous to have like, more pacts them members per pact becuase it like, lets you cover more ground. Since you know how like, the mission completing system works. I think the last time this happened was like, this GM's first week as GM... Why are you two like, looking at me like that?"
"Guv'ner Bose's first week? Jus how old arr ya?"
She smacked the boy over the head with her compact, "That's like, a rube thing to ask a lady!"
Chuck pulled the two apart, "Hey man, we don't need to get violent with each other. He have to work together in peace and harmony, man. Or we're not going to get any points."
"We don't get any points becuase like, you two always let them get their pacts first! We're the worst team in the game!"
"Hey wotch yer mouth missy! We moight have tha lowest skerr but we ain't the worse. We don't need ta vulture frags off wot kids that can't defend themselves. We got all tha highest value take downs in the game that wot not gottin by a gm."
"Whatever. I'm like, going now. You two never like, let me have any fun."
"Fine ya harpy I'll let ya foight em tomorrow. It'll all be you."
"Really? Well then lets like, go plan it out and stuff!"
the three reapers duck into a nearby alleyway

[Jace Twice]

Fancily coloured wolves? Is that the best you've got? I pulled my trusted gun from the holster on my back. One of the wolves had targeted me and began to run. I lined up the barrel directly with the wolves head, my hand quivered a bit. When the beast was about ten feet away I pulled the trigger.

*Click*

Before I even had time to think, the wolf struck my chest with his head and sent me reeling to the ground. The creature landed on its paws a few feet behind me.

Still on the ground, I aimed my gun at the wolf again. I'm not sure what I was expecting, since it seemed to be out of ammo. I pulled the trigger as the wolf turned to pounce on me. My gun had an effect this time.

The wolf's feet kicked out from underneath it and the whole thing flew backward in a low spinning arc and landed about thirty feet away, nearly clipping a women who was attacking another one of the wolves with a knife. Nothing was familiar to me anymore, wolves appearing from thin air, autonomous flying puppets, and now even my own gun was acting up!

[Exalt]

"Oh shi-" was all Card was able to say before a wolf tried to pounce him. He acted instinctively and dodged out of the way. The wolf landed a few feet away, but was soon in the air again, making for Card's chest. He would have dodged again, but was unbalanced from the first one. He hit the ground hard, and looked at the wolf getting closer. Then he got an idea. He reached for his deck.

Hope it works this time.

He pulled out three cards and chucked them all at the wolf, hoping to distract him. Then something strange happened. Card had taken a quick look at the cards that he had thrown, all of them had been Clubs, and the last one was the ace. The first one ripped right through the wolf's front left leg, ripping it clean off. The second took off it's tail. The ace though had a different effect. It struck the wolf right between the eyes and stuck there. Suddenly there was a flash of electricity. Card covered his eyes.

When he looked up, the wolf had been vaporized, and the cards flew back to the bottom of the deck on their own accord.

I don't know that kind of magic either. What the heck is going on?

[Brien Boru]

While Card was being attacked, Wally noticed that a wolf was heading his way as well. "Bastards, starting the show before we had a chance to get on stage. Oh well. LOOKS LIKE IT'S TIME FOR A WARM-UP, CARD."

Wally pirouetted and stopped with his side facing the wolf, legs spread apart and one arm outstretched, the palm facing the wolf. Before he had a chance to shout anything badass, the wolf was blasted backwards from an invisible force that was projected from his hands. Wally froze for a second in surprise, then grinned. "Oh, this just got more fun. Let's try something new."

While the wolf was picking itself up off the ground, Wally spun in a circle, his arms spinning at an angle. Numerous cuts appeared on the wolf. He ended with a high, fast kick; the force projected decapitated the wolf. Wally waved to an invisible crowd and turned around to find that Card had already dealt with his wolf. Wally smiled and walked up to Card. "Looks like someone decided to start the show early. How about we do that pact thing all those guys were yelling about?" Wally stretched out his hand for a handshake.

[Exalt]

"G-good idea."

Card was still a bit shaken from finding that his cards could explode and cut things like knives, but he got up and took Wally's hand. Then again was the flashing beams of light. Card tried to study them, but it was no good, they were gone before he could really see how they worked. After the light, Card found he now had a better sense of awareness of Wally.

"Now that that's done, why don't we head to the show shall we. Great moves by the way, where did you learn to dance like that?" While he was saying this, he was making his way towards Broadway once again.

[Goude]

Jacob stretched out his arm and in one smooth and quick motion lifted his partner off the ground onto his feet.

"We'll never make it to Broadway in time at this rate! We must press on, run and fight!"

And with this Jacob pulled his partner along by the hand like a child in a toy store would to his parent.

"If we cover each other's backs we shoud be faster, so let's get moving!"

[Brien Boru]

"I didn't learn from any one source. Some of it I learned through formal education, some of it I picked up through experimentation. Now come on, we're almost there."

And with that, Wally ran the remaining short distance to the lobby of Broadway.

[King]

The wolves are easy to mop up after the players learn to defend themselves.

Inside the lobby was a very tall man in a brown trench coat with wide rimmed glasses and a clean businesslike haircut. He gave a warm smile when he saw Wally and then walks away.

[Exalt]

"Wait up man."

Card finally caught up with Wally in the lobby. He looked around for a sec, overlooking the man in the trench coat.

"So, what happens now, since we did what the message said to do?"

He pulled out the phone to see if another message had shown up.

[King]

Everyone's phone receives a new text, "Good job everyone! Good luck tomorrow."

[Goude]

As Jacob and Gerald enter the building, Jacob saw that both his and every other person's timers were gone. He sighed deeply relieved at both his and the many others' success.

"If any of you that are here had a timer, and don't now, congratulations. You've survived the first day."

Whew I'm beat. If that was only the first day I can see why people don't suddenly come back to life a lot.

[Exalt]

"Good job everyone! Good luck tomorrow."

"So I guess we won, but it looks like it might be only the first in a bunch of events," said Card. He closed the phone a slipped it in his pocket. As a way to pass the time, he pulled out his deck. He started doing card tricks to pass the time, but something was wrong. The cards started falling from his hands during the simplest of tricks.

"Wha, I...I can't do my tricks anymore. I just can't hold the cards right."

He tried once more but it was hopeless. He just looked at the cards, which now lay all over the ground at Card's feet, mortified. He didn't even hear the man he had thought to be a raving lunatic only minutes earlier.

[Johnny]

"..."

Vespa walks out of the lobby and sits down, flipping open his sketch book and drawing very rough sketches of the wolves that attacked him earlier. Now he'd remember what to look out for... And at the same time figure out what this damned book really is.

[Brien Boru]

Wally walked up and patted Card on the back. "It's cool, man. We'll find a new act for you by tomorrow, I'm sure of it. Hell, I might even teach you a few moves. Then again, you might just have stage fright. You were doing just fine with those wolves earlier."

[Exalt]

"T-that to, when I was throwing them, it wasn't really the way I would normally throw them. I could feel my technique was wrong, but once the card left my hand, it moved on it's own accord. Oh well."

Card adjusted his glasses and picked up his deck card by card. "As for dance, I'm not the most graceful person." He tried to grin, but it came out a bit sad looking.

[Jace Twice]

As my partner and I walked out of the building, I tried to make some conversation "That went fairly well I'd say, our entrance could have used some work though. You leading me around wasn't quite as uh... graceful as I would have liked."

[Brien Boru]

Wally put his arm around Card's shoulder. "Hey man, it'll come with time alright? You had to practice those card tricks over and over again to get where you were, right? We can practice some simple steps or something and gradually work up to more complicated stuff. Just keep your spirits up!"

Inwardly, Wally thought, 'Man, he really has stage fright bad. It must be his first real performance. I've got to get him relaxed, tomorrow we're either going to be on the biggest stage in the world or fighting more of those things. Maybe both. I can't have him in this state or we're going to be run over, figuratively or literally.'

[Goude]

As my partner and I walked out of the building, I tried to make some conversation "That went fairly well I'd say, our entrance could have used some work though. You leading me around wasn't quite as uh... graceful as I would have liked."

"Oh... Sorry. I got a bit worried because I thought we wouldn't make it. It only now occurs to me that I had a timer in the palm of my had and forgot to even check it."

Well we have a bit of time, why not socialize?

"So what were you before you came here? As you might've guessed I'm a puppeteer. I'm going to take a swing in the dark and guess some form of big game hunter?"

[Jace Twice]

"Spot on. Gerald Shrew, hunter extraordinaire, world traveler, and all around dashing fellow." I made a proud pose and looked triumphantly into the distance for a moment. "For generations the Shrew family has been searching the globe in an attempt to find any unique species of animal. Trying to complete the collection that our ancestors began hundreds of years ago." I caught myself before I got too carried away.

"Puppeteerng you said? That's a odd hobby to hear about nowadays. How exactly did you get started with that?"

[Goude]

"Ah you see there's..."

Jacob pauses for a moment obviously disturbed by his lack a memory.

Wait, how did I start pupeteering? I can't remember a blasted thing!

"I... don't remember how I got started with it. Why... why can't I remember?"

[King]

The players black out with the day's mission over. They all wake up where they were with a new message on their phone.
"We started off easy, lets see if you're up to this one. Purchase a disk of the king from the unspoiled maiden. I'm sure you're clever enough to figure it out. I'll give you two hours, though I'm sure you only need one. But don't dally, you don't want the clock to run out or something unpleasant will happen."

[Johnny]

Vespa woke up groggy, a near mute yawn coming from his mouth as he looked around. He heard his cell phone vibrate in his pocket, and reached his right hand in to pick it out. He looked down near the ground, noticing that once again, the same group of people seemed to surround him. He picked up his sketchbook and flipped open the phone, viewing the message in confusion.


(...Unspoiled maiden...?)

[Goude]

Jacob came to around a group of people who seemed familiar to him.

Awwww. I was hoping that ws just a dream but I'm not that lucky. I never am.

As Jacob was looking around trying to scout ot the situation, his phone began vibrating.

Already? Really? Ah well, let's see it.

Jacob reads the message to himself in a low sort of mumbling voice.

"Yep. I have no idea what this means. Except that last part, maybe something about a king of virgins? Ah well. Might as well wait for my partner to come to so we can split this headache."

[Jace Twice]

After waking up, I joined my partner in riddle solving.

"Unspoiled maiden. Unspoiled maiden... Hmm. All I can think of is that music store "Virgin Records". Don't know how the word maiden fits into that though."

[Androc]

"Purchase a disk of the king from the unspoiled maiden..."

Well, Tom reasoned, that couldn't be too hard. All it meant they had to do was...

Was...

...Perhaps it would be a little hard.

[Goude]

"Well an unspoiled maiden is a virgin, so it might just be a generalization. Anyway, let's get going and look for the closest Virgin Records. It's better then sitting here gabbing."

[King]

The trio of reapers were talking to each other in a nearby alley.
"Okay so like, just wait for them here? You'll send them? You're not like, trying to trick me or something right?"
"Of curs not. I wudnt be stoopid enuff. Now jus wait yer butt 'ere while me an Chuck get them ts 'ead this way. Come on, Chuck."
"Coo, brother."
The overdressed boy and afro'd man make their way to the virgin megastore in times square

[Bionic Fireman]

Name: Carlo Velasquez
Age: 37
Ability: Carlo has an indestructible left arm. Nothing from the tip of his left middle finger to the end of the left shoulder can be harmed or disfigured in any way, shape or form. This is channeled through his father's dogtags wrapped around his left wrist.
Appearance: Go outside. Find a South American immigrant, any South American immigrant. This is what Carlo looks like.
Background: Carlo came overseas in a boat from Cuba in 1972. After his parents raised him in Florida, he left for the big city life in New York, looking for work. For the last ten years he has worked in an auto garage in the Bronx, living in a low-rent apartment nearby. He is not married, and does not have any kids. He was killed in crossfire between two gangs.
Entrance Fee: His Morality.

-----------------------------------

What. The. Fuck?

Times square? Really?

Carlos scratched his head in puzzlement. He looked down at his chest again. The blood from the shots were there on his clothes, but there were no wounds on his body. He remembered the fear of seeing that white Toyota Celica shooting out from behind that alley, guns blazing from the windows, that brief split second of fear before getting cut down. And then... well, nothing.

I'm dead, and either Heaven or Hell is apparently Times Square.

Wonderful.

Why was there nobody else here? Was there nobody else here? If this was Heaven, shouldn't there be angels everywhere? Or if Hell, demons?

"Uhhh... Hello?"

No response.

"HELLO?"

[Далтон]

dick clams

damon woke up and saw his two partners having gay sex and one of them was his old partner and there was another too but he's bann-- dead now and there are noise fuckin everywhere so damon pulls out his berrettttaat boom boom damon wins the game and eats lots of cake but then more noise fuck him in the ass and that's how gohan saved christmas

[HotPuppy]

awww yeah sup nigs gamemastah in the hizhouse, shutting down this kitchen homeboi, all of your meals were terrible and damon shot the cake and oh nooooo things went off the handle man.