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The only appropriate response is to sigh at what a nerd my boyfriend is.

Then high five him for being such a nerd.

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As an addition, I'd like to ask people to not request rape fic. Dom/Sub themes are a fine kink to explore, but several members have expressed concern and unease at the level of violent/graphic non-con material on the meme - especially when it apparently isn't being taken very seriously. I of course respect everyone here and don't think for a second that they condone anything of the sort, but it's getting to the point where it's just inappropriately graphic and disturbing, even for the meme.

Thanks.

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Done. (I don't know who wrote it or if they have a copy, I've backed up one if they want it, for whatever reason contact me via PM)

Deadline for this is today.

> If anybody else feels the same way about the meme, then please say, and we'll put together a list of restricted characters.


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It's there, Cid. LJ just likes to hide things for a while.

As already discussed, Geno can have more time since she got the request literally today.

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Another reminder bump.

^ Sure, just don't forget to come back to it.

Introduction Thread
DocBalance
Jun 26 2011, 05:46 PM
Greetings ladies and gents!

Following the apparent trend, I found this site through TvTropes pretty shortly after devouring the first volume of Battle Royale. I was thinking of starting something akin to this with my mates, and when I found it it already existed, well, it was what I expect the Second Coming of Christ is supposed to feel like :D . I've been reading up on the happenings in V3, as well as the FAQs and handlers guide, so I'm very excited to try a mini or two. Hope to catch you all in V5!
Welcome to the site, broski.

Livebait
Kris saw the targetboy get caught in the blast radius of the explosion.

Bile climbing into her throat, she whirled around and fled in the opposite direction.

She didn't look back.

The aftermath was vivid in her mind without even seeing it.

((Kris continued in Burn On))

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Reminder bump.

Second Chances: Poll
Bump, consensus seems to be that it's a no go, which I'm fine with, since it was my original intention.

Second Chances: Poll
Oke kokey, you have some really goos points here so I'll do my best to respond to them.

I. Whilst I do doubt that we'll see some of the people from the back end of V1 come back (and those few returnees have seemingly always been only in the short term), so far as respect goes, that's a matter for the RPers themselves - if the characters are being written well and with understanding of the original material, then that, to me, is respect. I am perhaps a little more laissez-faire about this, but for one thing a lot of these characters are long dead and long untouched in terms of use, and I think that most people would understand that, being reasonable - how could they be sought out for permission when they've left the site years ago?

II. The distinction between that and this is that Benson never even made it into the main game and the leaving handler (Doom Noggin) didn't participate in SOTF. That kind of puts him in a different category - all the approved characters are, for better or worse, part of the site canon.

III. It's simple enough to set up for a procedure for when more than one person would like to write the same character - whether that's first come, first served or evaluating writing samples and so on and so forth.

IV. If they can kick a concept up to V4 standards, then I'd certainly consider it, even if it was a Blood Boy or a Cillian Crowe etc etc. The only characters likely to be forbidden are winners and possibly the last couple of runners up.

V. Because the best we can do for people that aren't here is to fully credit them if it's to be allowed. If they are here, then it's very rude not to ask. The etiquette strikes me as different from someone who's years gone from the site.

Probably far from perfect responses, but I was trying to address your concerns/points.

Second Chances: Poll
Okay so a fair few people have expressed interest in handling characters that belong to handlers that are now no longer around and whilst I have been hesitant to allow this because of potential issues with intellectual property (I am overthinking this, I know), the interest has been such that I have been considering allowing it.

* This would be with the condition that if the handler of the character is still around, you MUST ask them! If they're available to ask for permission, then you have no excuse not asking.

* Past characters will still be expected to conform to V4 standards of writing and approval, meaning you will likely have to edit profiles circa v1 substantially.

* There will be a disclaimer attributing credit to the original handler, to be put on any profile that has a character not your own.

Sound good? Here's a poll. Feel free to add suggestions or comments below.

'Second Chances' (Interest Check)
Tyson Neills is taken.

'Second Chances' (Interest Check)
Copypasta from Mini:

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Obviously, I'm interested in my own idea, xD.

I'll be writing at least Bobby.

In a similar vein to Toben, I wouldn't mind at all if people inquired as to writing my characters (other than Bobby, of course), be they new folk or old folk (although I might ask you to drop me a writing sample if you're new) There's certainly a couple of them that I have no interest in using a second time. Drop me a PM, you can do no harm by asking.

Please don't request Rosa, Maxie or Lucy. The lattermost wasn't mine in the first place and I wouldn't feel comfortable with giving permission to another writer to use her. Rosa is a character I'd rather leave - and with all due respect I feel her personality was so exaggerated/memetified that most people wouldn't grasp her properly. Maxie is my overall flagship, so I'd rather keep her to myself.

'Second Chances' (Interest Check)
* You can also do an escapee, if you want.

June Mid-Month Rolls
Credit: Toben


British Columbia, Canada

Jaxon Jeremiah sat outside the hospital, alert and cautious, watching the infrequent cars which slipped past. None of them stopped. Good. If any vehicle turned up unannounced, things were going to get really hairy. Jaxon wasn't armed so heavily anymore, though he still carried a Glock and wore a protective vest under his windbreaker. He could pass for a complete civilian, at least from a distance to the untrained eye. He'd still give any attackers hell.

He kept checking the hospital, kept fearing that there'd be a roar of engines or a whine of rotors, followed by explosions and death, yet more death. As if they hadn't had enough of that. As if the survivors didn't deserve a little peace, a little time to pull themselves back together and recuperate from it all. They were scared and scarred, and some still didn't quite seem to believe it was over. Jaxon knew the feeling. All these years later, he was still waiting for the axe to fall.

His dread had eased just the littlest of bits, though, when he'd heard about the results of the assault team's run. They hadn't gotten everything done. They hadn't had time to destroy the gear keeping the collars going, hadn't been able to remove all the ranking personnel, but they'd accomplished a damn spot more than Jaxon had been expecting, and with only moderate casualties. Of course, that was just as of the last check in, right as they'd all fled. They'd been out of contact since then. Safer for everyone. The entire assault team could be dead, for all he knew.

A car in the distance flashed its headlights and turned towards the hospital. Jaxon's hand slipped into his pocket. His fingers found the grip of the Glock.

The car pulled up alongside him. Old. Red. The right car. The right driver. Jaxon was tempted to pull the gun anyways, but he'd expressed his displeasure enough already.

The door opened, and Nathan Caudle stepped out. The boy was wearing dark sunglasses. They nicely hid his black eye.

"Anything, Jax?"

"Just a murderer in shades. You think I should shoot him?"

Nate just laughed. Jaxon wrinkled his nose.

"Anyways," he said, "how did it go? Any luck?"

"A little. Looks like the folks at HQ are still scrambling to cover their asses after what we did. There's no sign of anyone looking for us. I think they're writing this one off and hoping that broadcast confuses people for a while."

Jaxon nodded. They'd been expecting a better forgery on the part of the terrorists, but what had been aired had been sufficient for most of the newspapers to proclaim the attempt a failure, and the STAR members and rescued students dead. No one had even come close to figuring out the identities of the mysterious force that opposed Danya. Someone had clearly been pulling strings at the major news services. It was totally irrelevant. Jaxon was pretty sure they'd still be able to accomplish their end objective.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Communications were a bitch," Nate replied. "Plus, goddamn, man, we had to land in the one town in the world without a fucking Mickey D's? I've got promises to keep."

It wasn't enough to coax a smile.

After a second of silence, Nate actually looked sheepish and continued. "No, I talked to people. We have some people in place to help us, to spring the story and all. I think it'll work."

The plan now was pretty simple. They had to blow open the story of the survivors, and they had to do it in such a way that they couldn't be suppressed or killed by the terrorists. This might have been hard, except for a few key decisions they'd made.

First and foremost, they hadn't told any of the students anything about their organization. Nate had claimed they were North Korean irregulars; Jaxon had simply refused to answer questions. They hadn't shared a single piece of information about Danya, SOTF, or the terrorist organization. They were not going to repeat the mistakes of Version Three.

Back then, the students had freed themselves, but, in so doing, they had spent a long time poking around Danya's files. Whatever they'd actually found, they'd potentially gotten their hands on information that would be absolutely devastating to the SOTF program. With the risk of, for example, the identities of his contacts and sources within the United States potentially jeopardized, Danya had put a good amount of resources into hunting them down. STAR had also been slow on the draw. By the time they'd been in position to repatriate the students, Rizzolo had already been home free and mechanisms had been put in place to prevent any word from being leaked. Danya had still held all the cards.

It was why time was of the essence now. It was why they were trying to get the kids transferred home within the week. Well, not home, not exactly. They would all need time, need time in the hospital in some cases, in intensive psychiatric care, as a whole. This was the sort of stuff that made therapists rich. They would need to be debriefed at length. Information would surely trickle back to the terrorists from that. They were counting on that fact, counting on the students' total ignorance and the fact that the terrorists were still reeling to keep those rescued safe from reprisal.

And some of them might not even want to go home. Jaxon was hoping they'd be able to accommodate any wishes in that respect, but it was pretty much the least important item on his list of priorities at the moment.

"You really think this is all going to work out?" Nate asked.

"I do. Wish it could've worked a bit better, but I think we'll make it."

Nate didn't reply.

Jaxon sighed, and examined his hands for a moment. Finally, he spoke again.

"You really still think we did the right thing?"

"Damn straight. Can you imagine what it'd be like in that hospital with Lombardi roaming around, trying to stifle them with pillows or shit like that? And they will think more next time before shooting each other. They'll have to."

"Maybe."

They watched the traffic pass. Nate scratched his head a little, rubbed his eye.

"They'll make sure everyone gets home safe," he said.

"They?"

"The good old government. It is an election year, after all, and President Bridges' numbers aren't looking so hot. Fuck, I don't think even this'll save him, but they'll damn well try. I'm tempted to go live with an endorsement for whoever's opposing that fuck. Then maybe we won't have to do all the work ourselves next time. Get someone competent in the big seat."

"Let's just hope you're right," Jaxon said.

And he did. He hoped it would all come out alright, but he wouldn't believe it until everyone was home again, until he saw the headlines and the tearful reunions. Maybe he wouldn't believe it even then. They'd come back for Dodd again, after all. This was the sort of thing you never really left behind. No matter what became of SOTF, Jaxon would always glance behind him at night when he heard a strange noise, would always tense up when he entered a plane or a bus. But it was all worth it. For what they'd managed this time, everything they'd suffered was worth it.

June Mid-Month Rolls
#1: Julian Avery (Jonny)
#2: Thea Kairosi (Arscapi)
#3: Alice Boucher (storyspoiler)
#4: Joe Rios (Sean) - (Sean, Roll Null used)
#5: Maxwell Lombardi (Fioriboy)
#6: Claire Lambert (KillerVole)
#7: Kitty Gittschall (Ciel)

Three days for cards, seven to have deaths concluded.

'Second Chances' (Interest Check)
@Decoy I said they won't retain that knowledge.


'Second Chances' (Interest Check)
This idea is for a RP that would take place over on mini, probably distinct from the regular schedule of minis and AUs by dint of the fact that it somewhat excludes newbies by its nature - and I wouldn't want them affected by something like this taking up space.

Effectively the idea is for an AU version of survival of the fittest consisting entirely of characters that have previously taken part in games; version 1, 2 and so on, as well as that which happened on the mini as well (Program, Evolution, etc). So long as they have died at the point which Second Chances opens, then they are eligible for submission.

Here's a couple of quick bits of information.

* The characters will not retain the knowledge of their former version. In effect, they'll be entirely AU versions of the same characters.
* This means that you can of course make tweaks to them. How many you make is your own discretion, but if they are completely unrecogniseable they may not be approved.
* You may write somebody else's character, but only if you have their express permission.
* The characters will all attend the same high school and be classmates.
* The personal cap is two.
* The overall cap will be between 50 and 80 characters, depending on interest.

Any other questions you can ask here, and I'll do my best to give you the information.

Throw your names in here (or on Mini, or both, if you feel like showing off).

Livebait
((Kris continued from The Ballad of Ackbar))

Hearing the megaphone blast that there were boats arriving to rescue them tasted like bitter ashes. It didn't matter if those that had tried to escape were dead now, not to Kris. It was the principle, not the result... If she hadn't been so cowardly, if she'd been stronger, she might have... there might have been some way to... But... Kris had known this from the beginning. Realised it the second she'd pulled the trigger on Reika. Panic, yes, but feral instinct, too. Primal urges, telling her that it was about survival.

And Kris wasn't a strong enough person to say no, not to that.

Too late for her. Too late for salvation.

Damned, lost... dead.

Staggering like a walking corpse, Kris stumbled through the undergrowth, eyes unfocused, her attentions turned inward. There was nothing left. No chance of redemption, no Etain, not even a shred of morality. She'd cast that aside with the boy back at the hall of mirrors. Roland Hayes, she was told. Just another name to add to her butcher's bill.

Callous...

Something flickered in Kris's bloodshot eyes, and her slumping head abruptly snapped up to attention. Her shoulders squared a little, and she peered into the distance. A shack. Beyond it, the sea.

The grenade launcher, clapsed tightly in one fist, was suddenly up and primed against her shoulder. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

A figure left the shack. Kris watched them go, almost fascinated. Then, she took a step forward.

Then another.

Then another.

Killer...

Bloody hands...

...

Only way.


The person on the dock was more distinct now - Kris could make them, him out a lot more clearly.

It gave her an open shot.

There was a long pause as she stood there, weapon at her shoulder, aiming. She stood frozen in place, almost like a statue, if statues trembled from head to toe. There were no accidents any longer. Not now. How could she just... end somebody like this?

Clicked button. Explosion. No difference.

She could because...

Cold

blooded

killer


Kris shuddered from head to toe, eyes unfocused. Even so, she squeezed the trigger, the motion almost tender.

The grenade shot out with a thunk.

Whizzed towards Sunil.

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Deadline for these: The 30th of June.