(Ohai. Well, I was looking through some old stuff, and I found this.. It could have been successful, but I was busy with stuff. So.. I'mma try again.)
You, me, and twenty-two other wimps who cry over a dead fly. This game I play, this horrific, but yet satisfying game. A fight to the death, some might say. Outside, the woods, death traps everywhere. I am the hunter, you are the prey.
We will be housed by a huge outdoor arena, somewhere deep in a forest. The perimeter of the arena is just a small barbwire fence. Step over it, and have fun finding two broadswords lodged into both sides of your neck. Before this whole party, I'll invite you to a nice, home-cooked dinner, and let you sleep soundly in one of the cabins I have on my property. Then, early in the mornin', I'll give you a backpack, and you'll be up and runnin' for your life. Shadow, my beloved draft horse who'll squash ya like a bug, and I will be huntin' ya down with our best huntin' gear. Be ready. We're out to get ya.
The last person alive will become my apprentice, and someday take over this wonderful business.
Oh, by the way, the name's Artemis. Just so you know who's killin' ya when my sword buries itself within your heart.
.:Rules:.
Admins will earn their powers by being a good roleplayer, following these rules, and obeying me.
No trolling, ubering, GModding, etc. etc.
Put "Inferni" in the middle of your CS if you read these.
PM me for any questions.
WAIT to be accepted.
I will add more if needed.
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CS:
(Pm me this, and I will fill out the Backpack part, send it back, and you'll post it here.)
N.ame:
A.ge:
Gender:
Appearance:
Backpack:
Personality:
Short History:
Skills:
(This is somewhat based off of the Hunger Games.)
(To start, at least two people need to be accepted.) |