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4 years
May 28th 2007 was when I joined this site - a little over four years ago from today.

It's almost a little crazy to think that that makes me one of the longest running members here and honestly, when I joined this place all those years ago I sure as heck wasn't expecting to wind up helping run the place someday. Of all the places I've registered on over the years, SOTF is the only one I've consistently stuck with, consistently stayed here even when the games were dragging and I might've quitted a place that I was less interested and invested in.

But I didn't. I joined SOTF in my phase of looking for a RP for every single interest I ever had, right after finishing the Battle Royale book (which I'd incidentally heard of the plot of through another forum), the phase when I was just getting into the internet and getting into being able to access it when I wanted to instead of having to ask to reel out the dial-up. Either the other RPs died or my interest did, simple as that. Didn't happen here. I kept on, I made friends and kept writing. Heck, I fell in love so much I applied for staff, which is something I don't think I'd done once before and haven't done since.

It's been a long time, and a lot of faces have come and gone. The majority of the crew that were around when I was first here have left by now, or at least aren't nearly as active in the community. I arrived as V2 was hitting its high point, still here as V4 is getting into its peak.

Honestly, I just want to thank everybody who has been here in those four years and has helped to make writing and staffing here such an enjoyable experience. Even if we don't get along, it was worth it. Away from any difficulties I might be having personally, you're the best group of friends I've ever had.

Thanks, everyone.

V4 Final Ten Predictions
Jim Greynolds.

10 times.

V5 Concepts Thread
May 31 2011, 08:03 AM
2) Gary Hannover: A German-American boy, who is a martial arts expert. He is a practicing Buddhist. He has made a vow to never take a life. He has tried mastering with his teacher a technique to try and lower his heartbeat so his rivals think he is dead and then re-activate it after one minute has passed (and, yeah, as you have guessed, this feature could be used to try and make an escape attempt, I would like to have him stopping his heart, then reanimated by another character of his party, and then going all "Liz Polanski" on Danya´s ass...).

So, what do you think of them? :P Too ambitious, maybe?
I can say right now that this is very, very unlikely to be allowed to fly or happen.

Introduction Thread
May 30 2011, 08:54 PM
Greetings, all!

I came here from TvTropes, of all things, where I was surprised to find a roleplay was deserving of so much attention. My incredulity was put away by the sheer amount of effort gone into this RP, and so I am browsing guides and reading the Epilogue of V3 currently, attempting to get my head around this. You may see more of me when I get my nose out of these guides. I look forward to joining the proper game come V5. :DDD
We rock TV trope's socks, it's true.

Although some of those guides could really do with a new slap of paint...

(The newbie guide is by FAR one of the best)

In lieu of waiting for V5 and Minis to begin... (1x1)
A mini AU should be opening in the next week or so. Just a FYI type thing.

May Mid-Month Rolls
May 30 2011, 03:49 PM
Specifically, this wraps at 11:33 GMT.
Strictly speaking, we're talking 0:33 AM GMT, as it is 11:33 in ten minutes and that's not what we've been doing the countdown by.

Therefore, we have an hour and ten minutes until deadline.

May Mid-Month Rolls
3 hours and approximately 36 minutes till deadline.

May Mid-Month Rolls
7 hours, 1 minute to get a post up.

May Mid-Month Rolls
A little under 13 hours left to get a post up.

Again, sorry.

Handler: Cluebelle
Dates Away: May 29th-June 1st
Days Away: 3
Reason for Away: Another set of anxieties regarding upcoming appointments and the repercussions thereof, which may be uncomfortable. Really finding it hard to concentrate.
Characters: Kris Hartmann.

Introduction Thread
I got 99 problems.

They're all John Morrison : (

Introduction Thread
May 28 2011, 05:09 PM
Hi... derp.

My name is John or Jhon or whatever you'd like to call me. I'm flexible. ;)

Holly a.k.a. Hollyquin forced me to join because she is my mistress and I am her slave boy.

I've been doing some reading and investigating and am looking forward to V5. Maybe I'll explore the Minis from here or just stalk you all like a fanboy. See you around. :3
Your avatar intruiges me.

Also reminds me of Crash.

May Mid-Month Rolls
Ya'll have two days and around five hours to get one of those thar posts up.

The Cavalry Arrives
It was an impossible dream. Bounce would have pinched herself if she wasn't so deathly afraid that she would snap out of it and find herself sprawled out in the woods somewhere, a killer looming over her. This didn't happen in Survival of the Fittest, this never happened in Survival of The Fittest. She just couldn't believe that they'd been this lucky, that the million to one chance had been cast, and come up trumps.

She felt like crying.

So she did.

At first it was just a slight snivelling as she held Alice's hands, a trickle that Bounce tried fiercely to hold back. But as the moment came that the collar was removed and she realised that she was truly free again, the dam burst and Bounce simply started sobbing. A tightness that she hadn't even been aware of had fallen away from her neck, constricted flesh finally released.

She hugged Alice tightly, crushingly, resting her head against the other girl's chest, tears streaming down her face.

"We made it," through the sobs. "We made it."

G014, Yelizaveta Volkova: ELIMINATED

Mafia league table/points system?
Perhaps a point for not getting lynched, since that tends to require some ability?

(For third party roles, I think there would probably be some accordant adjustments)

((With Rickyassistance

For listening))

Rosa lay face down on the ground, hands balled into tight fists each breath was shallow, the exhalation more sob than anything else. Every time she forced air into her lungs, every last cut yawned open, spilling blood across her flesh like water, the broken off piece of glass burning with white-hot fire. She'd scrabbled at the wound, attempted to do something, but it had been no use. Probing at the edges of the ragged cut had been more pain than she could handle, and she'd been forced to leave it be, tears flowing freely.

She was already dead, she realised, it was too late. These injuries needed a doctor, a surgeon, a hospital. On this island, there wasn't a hope in hell. Briefly, Rosa burned with anger; rage at Danya, rage at Alex fucking White, rage at everything and anything she cared to think of. This wasn't right, this wasn't supposed to- she didn't deserve... but... no. There was no sense in that. Hate wouldn't solve anything. There were too many regrets to waste time railing at things she couldn't change.

Frankie... had she felt this way before she died? Had she panicked? Had she cried? Had she ran desperately as the beeping in her ears grew louder and louder by the second? What had she said, the second before that collar detonated?

Ilario... he would be all alone now. That was wrong, horribly wrong. There were three. One of three. He cleaned up the mess, but they looked out for him too. An uneven partnership, but a partnership, nonetheless. Ily was out there... what would he do when he heard the announcement?

Rosa shuddered a little. Her name was going to be read out by that sick bastard. The pain of the myriad of cuts, the crimson beginning to drip to the street she lay on, they both told her that she didn't have a chance.

"Rosa... R-Rosa... Where... did you get..."

Felicia's voice drifted to her ears as she lay there. Rosa tried to speak, her breath catching as it caused searing pain to shoot through her back. She wet her lips, tried again. "F-Felicia..." it was the faintest of whispers, forced through the agony of her shredded skin. "Here..."

"Rosa... oh, oh god..." The other girl appeared in her vision, crawling along the ground. She hardly seemed to have enough balance to make the trip after what happened, but she made it all the same. "I'm here... I'm h-here, Rosa... why? Why did this happen?"

As best she could, Rosa looked up, barely having the energy to raise her head. She could feel the blood oozing from the cuts on her back, sapping her strength. Her searching eyes found Felicia, and Rosa managed a wan smile. "Because... somebody has a hard-on ...for violence," a glimmer of mischief, only a glimmer, entered her eyes. "Bet... bet it's not... feeling too good for him... right now, though."

Felicia crouched down over her, close enough so Rosa's weak eyes wouldn't have to strain. It seemed Rosa's own joke hadn't been taken in too well by the girl, though, the pain showing through and practically pouring out of her. In spite of this, Felicia cracked a bare smile and shook her head. "That's not funny..." she whispered. Concerned fingers ran over Rosa's body, avoiding any wounds themselves. "What did you... is he hurting? Where is he?"

Rosa made a motion that might have been a shrug, if she hadn't been bleeding so heavily. "Didn't... catch him. I kicked him in the balls..." Rosa's hand edged up Felicia's leg, gripping at her clothes to pull herself up, if only a little. "Now... listen. ...Listen. D-don't cry."

"A Fiametta doesn't cry. A Fiametta lets nobody see weakness!"

Junior... emotions aren't weakness. Being human isn't a weakness.

"It's... that's really hard," the dark skinned girl said through quivering and misbehaving lips, evincing a slight scowl. It looked as though Felicia were ready to disobey that order at any moment, and she brought her sleeve across her eyes to try and keep them dry. Once she steadied herself above Rosa with both her arms on the ground again, Felicia leaned in close to her. "You're going to get up from this, anyway... w-we just found each other, didn't we?"

The Fiametta gave her girlfriend a fierce look, one that brooked no argument even though she could barely move, every word a jolt of agony to the shard buried within her. "Stop... kidding yourself. Look at me... Look at me, okay?" Rosa glared as Felicia's eyes reluctantly settled on her gory wounds. "I'm... I'm done... I'm sorry, but... there's no fairy tale here," her expression softened. "...There's no knights ... in shining armour. I learned that... young, high time... you did too."

"True love... there ain't such a fucking thing as true love!"

Shut up, JJ.

You crushed my belief in stories.

"...No... no way. I came this far, not for you to... t-to fucking die in my arms!" Felicia said, leaning back onto her knees and wrapping her arms around Rosa to pull her up. The wounded girl letting out a cry of pain as Felicia took hold of her, even the slightest of touches sending burns through every last one of her injuries. "It's just a few... flesh wounds, right? We've all bled a little... damn you, Rosa, if you die, I'll... I'll fucking kill you!"

"And - listen, Rosa, I'd kind of...I'd really appreciate it if you could call next time."

I'm sorry, Ilario...

Through gritted teeth, blood spilling across Felicia's arms, Rosa spoke again. "It's not... fair, but it's fucking... true, alright? You... have to be... strong. F-for me," Rosa started to tremble a little, the pain beginning to get to her. "It's... your job... to keep going... You're... you're special, Feli... you can't let this place beat you."

Special... you mean... everything to me.

More than... everything.

"Stop.... just stop, at least TRY and say you're gonna..." Felicia's teeth clenched in her following words, trying to stop her tears. "At least... t-try to lie or something, okay? Lie to me, Rosa! I'm not s-sure I can make it if you're not here next to me..." wetness began to patter onto Rosa's cheeks, Felicia's tears coming in spite of all her efforts.

That's... how I felt all those times... all those times somebody broke up with me...

How can I go on?

Until my heart... scarred over...

How'd it go wrong... so often?

Where did it... go wrong?

A hand snapped up, its grip surprisingly strong, grasping Felicia's chin. "I've got... little enough time... without you going into... denial. I've fucking... had enough of lies. I spent... half my fucking life... lying. You're the... one person I could... be honest with. B-because I love you... you're the one. You have to face ...up to this."

J-just... you and me.

You never lied, never did me any wrong...

Went beyond lust... went back into...

What I never had since... since JJ...

I fell for you...

From the grasp, and the words that followed, whatever bolt that restrained Felicia's expressions of grief and fear broke. She simply couldn't 'not cry' as told, but everything else Rosa said, these things that she had to accept as what just might be Rosa's last words, entered her heart and stayed. "I love you too..." Felicia choked out, nodding even against the vice-like hand. "But what am I going to do!?"

That night... your lips were so soft. You were so shy...

I took you away from him, but I didn't care...

Because... you were worth it, worth upsetting him...

From that day in the canteen... wasn't even hitting on... you, really...

But... I stumbled upon... the best thing that ever... happened to me...

"I.... I can't, I can't help with you that," Rosa closed her eyes, tried to take a breath, cried out again as the glass embedded in her ground against her flesh. "You... have to decide that yourself," she opened her eyes, looked away to the side, into space. "J-Junior... if you're watching... Go fuck yourself," Rosa let out something that might have been a laugh. "You... were the only one that... made me happy, Felicia..." her eyes flickered, breathing laboured. "...Sorry I ... couldn't... be ... better."

I... found someone...




V5 Concepts Thread
I find Violetta a needlessly unrealistic name. Nobody's really called that. Denied.

Anyway, let us get back from the sillyness with this. Vague and probably not all that set in stone, one or two I might combine (If I have a concept that isn't here that I've discussed with you, see above):

* Smart girl with very limited social-nicities. Seems oblivious/unaware that she's quite rude/unpleasant, obsessive studier, but is not arrogant (intentionally) about her intelligence. Probably without too many friends because she's just plain hard to get along with, though if anybody were willing to put up with her, she'd likely take them for granted.

* Brash loudmouth who is good-looking and knows it, not a sleazeball or particularly flirty for all that, but runs his mouth a lot. Paradoxically, has a great sense of humour and is able to laugh most things off. Daft as a brush and should probably think before he speaks, but never manages it.

* The character known mostly as 'Michelle's girlfriend', who has little set in stone about her other than being quite frilly/girly. Will probably talk to Ruggs some more before deciding anything for sure.

Mafia league table/points system?
Reasonings would also be nice, just so that we can get a fuller picture.

Mafia league table/points system?
Somewhere that I once played mafia in the past kept a league table for their mafia games, assigning points for wins, MVP awards (Do we still do those? I forget) and survival.

How would people feel about the creation of one of those for SOTF? It's a fun little way to keep track of mafia, although does tend to make things more competitive.

Board Mafia V2: Game Thread
Don't necessarily like 'nyah nyah'ing...

...But I so totally told you so.

G'luck, town.