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The General SOTF Discussion Thread
Does that mean that we can all stop dancing around the fact that Dave Russell died first?

This Ain't No Make Believe
Not even ten seconds after Matt called out into the woods, a female figure stepped into view. Matt recognized her as someone who came to the shelter once. She had done some sort of magic show for the residents. It was all right. He was happy that he had come across some that he at least sort of knew, rather than a near-total stranger. Apparently, she had thrown the quarter at him because she wanted to see if he was friendly or not before confronting him. Matt wasn't too sure if throwing change was the best way to check how friendly someone is, but he decided not to question that logic.

She then told him that sitting in the middle of the woods probably wasn't the best plan for survival. Matt nervously chuckled in response.

"Well, I sort of just woke up a minute ago. You're the first person I've seen out here."

Sleep, My Dear
Stacey didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to run as far away from the cliffs as possible. Another part of her wanted to see about that guy leaning over the edge. A third part of her was still undecided, but quite uncomfortable nonetheless.

The matter wasn't helped when more people started to show up. They all ran over to the leaning guy to see what his problem was. They all started to help him, telling him to hold on. Was he falling over the edge? Stacey had an internal conflict on whether to go over and check or not. On the one hand, that guy could be in trouble, but on the other, there was already two other people there, and they probably had enough strength between themselves to help him out. In the end, her curiosity won out, and she walked over to see what the big deal was.

She looked over the edge to see what they all were looking at, at saw Michelle Wexler, the Girl Scout, dangling over the edge, with the other kids being the only thing keeping her from falling to her death below. Stacey began to freak out. If she didn't do something, then a second person might die in front of her. She wracked her brain, trying to make a decision. Instinctively, she took a few steps back, just in case they dropped Michelle. She didn't want to see two people die in one day, let alone within five minutes of each other.

Far Below Par
Even if the Cowboy Kid was telling the truth about not wanting to shoot them, Adonis still wasn't happy about him coming out of the blue with a huge gun. Seriously, a little courtesy would have been appreciated, or at least a little less artillery. According to him, he had been shot, and Mallory backed that up by saying that he was bleeding.

So the games have already begun. That's just freakin' great.

Mallory ducked back behind the cart, still freaking out about the gun. She unzipped her bag and started digging through it, before whispering something to him. She wanted to know what his weapon was. Hell, hadn't he just said that he hadn't checked yet? Still, if other people are running around with guns, it might be good to find out what he had to work with.

"Okay, hold on..." He whispered back. He unzipped his bag and sifted through the contents. Beneath the first aid kit, food, and other such supplies, he found something that stuck out among everything else. He grabbed it and pulled it out of the bag. It looked like a knife, with a white hilt and some sort of sharpened black rock acting as the blade. He looked back at Mallory to respond.

"Looks like some kind of knife."

Far Below Par
Yep, Adonis had pissed Mallory off. Not that that was much of a feat, but it wasn't really helping matters. At least she didn't know what her weapon was yet either, which means that she wasn't too likely to pull it on him. That was a positive. They didn't trust each other, but at least they weren't going to kill each other.

Unfortunately, the tension rose again when some guy in a cowboy hat wandered onto the scene holding what Adonis could only identify as a "big fucking gun". Mallory screamed and immediately hid behind the golf cart. Adonis decided that that seemed like a good idea and jumped behind it as well. He didn't scream, though, he just shouted at the guy with the gun.

"Dude, what the FUCK?"

Adonis looked out from behind the golf cart, waiting to see how Mr. Cowboy would react. Hopefully, it wouldn't involve shooting a hole through his head like a wooden duck at a carnival.

This Ain't No Make Believe
Matt tried to shake off what had happened, but he couldn't. Being thrust into SOTF after a nightmare about what he considered to be his biggest failure was just to much to bear. There wasn't much of anything he could do. There was nobody around him, and even if there was, what reasons would they have to not try to take him out immediately? He was helpless, completely and utterly helpless.

It was at that moment that something hit Matt in the back. He flinched in response, given his uneasy state. He scratched his back where he felt the hit and turned around to look at the ground behind him in an attempt to find what had hit him. After a few moments of looking around, he found a quarter on the ground. He picked it up and held it between his thumb and index finger as he examined it.

Did I just get hit by a quarter?

He didn't see anyone, but someone had to be there, or else he wouldn't have been hit by a random flying quarter. He called out to whoever was there, if they were still there at all.

"Hello? Anyone there? Someone just lost a quarter. Or, um... more like threw it away, I guess."

Far Below Par
Well, there was no mistaking who he was talking to now. Mallory McCormick a.k.a. the least feminine person he's ever met. Normally, he wouldn't bother with politeness when dealing with her, but at the moment, she had no reason not to attack him if he happened to piss her off, so for now, he had to choose his words carefully. True, Mallory wasn't acting too friendly herself, but she didn't have a reputation like he did. One false move, and she would be all over him, and not in a good way.

He had to think of something to say, but he couldn't come up with anything. He probably should have come up with something before calling her over to talk, but the die had already been cast, and it was too late for him to change his mind. He had to say something to her, but what was he supposed to say? He couldn't exactly make small talk about being kidnapped by terrorists, after all. He just stared dumbly for a moment, when something she said struck him as odd.

Wait, did she just accuse me of wanting to shoot her? What the hell was that for?

His voice was a combination of displeased and confused as he spoke. "Whoa, hold it! I never said I was gonna shoot you! Hell, I don't even know what my weapon is!"

He thought for another moment, and wondered why she would accuse him of having a gun. Maybe she had one of her own, and was trying to throw blame onto him to hide her own guilt!

Damn, what did they call that in Psych class... reverse psychology or something?

He spoke out again, this time in a more accusatory tone. "Wait a second, how do I know that you don't have a gun, and aren't trying to shoot me?" He pointed his index finger at her, perhaps in an attempt to drive his point home.

Sleep, My Dear
((G051-Stacey Mordetsky: START))

Stacey Mordetsky had been wandering around ever since she had woken up around an hour ago. She would be lying if she said she wasn't shaken by recent events. She was more than shaken, she was terrified. She had seen Mr. Davidge get shot before her very eyes, and it was explained to her in no uncertain terms that she and her classmates had to kill each other if they wanted to live. She didn't want to believe it, but she had to.

This wasn't supposed to happen to her. She was too good for this. She was supposed to spend the summer getting feedback from that talent scout about her glamour shots. She wasn't supposed to be on a one-way trip to the Island of Death! This was all too much. It just wasn't fair.

She trudged up a cliff with her backpack and the duffel bag the terrorists had oh-so-nicely provided for her. She didn't know what was inside, but she knew that it was heavy. What ever it was didn't matter, though, because she had a plan. Once she reached the top of the cliff, she was going to get her phone and call the cops. She was the daughter of a world-famous chef, they would have to come save her! If they took down the people who set the game up on the way, then that was just a bonus.

She smiled to herself as she thought about her plan. She remembered stashing her phone in her backpack before the plane left, so she knew where to find it. She was already mentally congratulating herself for her plan. Stacey, you wonderful genius.

As she reached the top of the cliff, however, her tune changed. she saw one guy leaning over the edge, and another guy walking toward the ledge. As she crept closer, she saw the guy that had been walking towards the ledge say something. He didn't stop, though. Didn't he know that there was a cliff right there?

It was at that moment that the guy walked right off the edge of the cliff. He dropped out of Stacey's sight, down to the rocks below. Someone had just committed suicide right in front of her, and she didn't know how to react to that. She defaulted to what many humans do when confronted with a strange and scary situation.

Which is to say, she screamed. Very loudly.

The General SOTF Discussion Thread
Dang. I knew that someone had to be the first death... I just wasn't expecting it to be him.

Far Below Par
Adonis bent over and clutched his foot, cursing under his breath. Why did he have to kick that golf cart? He didn't know, but his foot hurt like hell because of it. He had to calm himself down. It was the only way he would last any length of time whatsoever on the island. He tried to remember some of the things he had been told in anger management... something about breathing exercises?

Heck, it's worth a shot

Adonis stood up straight and took a deep breath. Then he exhaled. He continued like this for a while. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. After a few repetitions, he felt like he could think straight again. Now he just had to get to work on figuring out what he was supposed to do in order to keep himself from dying.

OK, so I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere on an island where pretty much everyone is willing to kill me. That sucks, but that doesn't mean that I HAVE to die. Someone survives at the end, and I have to figure out how to make sure that that person's me. All right, now what's the first thing that you're supposed to do in a survival situation...

Adonis looked around as he mulled over his decision in his head. To be honest, he had no clue what the first step towards survival was. He was just winging it and hoping that whatever he decided to do worked. As he continued to look around, he saw someone go by. He couldn't ID them, so he just decided to do the next best thing.

"Hey! Hey, you! Come over here! I got something to say!"

V5 begins now
Let's rock this house.

Far Below Par
((B043- Adonis Alba: Start))

Adonis Alba was not happy with his current predicament. He was supposed to be going to Disneyworld. He was going to get to ride Test Track and eat at that German buffet they have in Epcot. But what happened? His whole freakin' class gets kidnapped and put into a stupid terrorist game that was supposed to have been over four years ago! First he misses out on prom, and now the school trip gets screwed up. For some reason, the universe really seemed to have it out for Adonis.

He grumbled as he walked along an old, overgrown golf course. It looked nothing like the courses he had seen on TV. The grass was out of control and dead in a few spots, and the water hazard was the nastiest fucking thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He came to a stop at a rusty golf cart that had been turned on its side long ago. As he looked at it, he thought about his current situation.

Okay, so these terrorist assholes kidnap our whole class because... who the fuck knows why... and they give us weapons and make us kill each other. That sounds like an awesome movie, but that kind of shit isn't supposed to happen in real life! It's just not supposed to happen, dammit! Why? Why does this crap have to happen to me? Why now? Wasn't missing prom bad enough, now I have to fucking DIE on top of that?

Brimming with rage, Adonis kicked the top of the old golf cart. It wasn't hard enough to cause any real damage to his foot, but it still hurt. In response to the pain, Adonis, being the prime example of intelligence he is, kicked it again. This time around, he recoiled after the impact, and shouted loud enough for the whole course to hear.


This Ain't No Make Believe
((B029- Matt Masters: START))

Matt was standing in front of a house. It looked just like every other house in the neighborhood, but there was something different about it, something wrong. As he looked at it, he felt a terrible feeling come over him, like something terrible was either about to happen, or was happening at that moment.

At that moment, a scream rang out through the air. Matt wasn't sure if it was real or only in his head, but he knew that he had heard it coming from inside the house. It was a scream he recognized, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who it was. The only clue he had was that it was clearly a female voice. Without a second thought, he pushed open the door and rushed in.

Inside the house was a lot more telling than the outside. The walls were faded, and the furniture looked broken and worn-out. Bottles of liquor, both empty and partially full, lay all over the kitchen area. He heard the scream again, and he could swear that it was calling his name. As he continued to walk around the house, the screams became more common, and he began to get a better handle on who they were coming from. As he was looking into a particularly filthy closet, it came to him who the screaming girl was.


Matt rushed up the creaking staircase and ran down the hallway to the door that the screams appeared to be originating from. He pushed through the door and ran in to the room shouting. "Angel, I'm coming!"

He came to a dead stop once he entered the room, and was greeted by the most horrible sight he had ever seen. Angel was lying on a bed, while her father was kneeling on her chest with his arms wrapped around her neck, squeezing as hard as he could. Angel's face was turning blue, and her eyes were bulging, but her gaze was fixed on Matt. As he looked on in horror, she said something to him. Despite her predicament, it came out perfectly clear. It was her soft, gentle voice asking him one thing, and one thing only.

"Why didn't you save me?"

Matt woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily after the horrors of his dream. He sat up from his sleeping position and wiped some sweat from his forehead. His recurring nightmare had come back again. He looked at the ground and repeated a mantra over and over again. It's just a dream. It's just a dream

He looked around and realized that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. They were supposed to be at Disneyworld, or at least at the airport about to get on the bus to Disneyworld. He was sitting in the middle of a forest with a duffel bag by his side. He looked at the bag to see if he could garner a clue as to what was going on. The only notable thing about the bag was the "B029" emblazoned on the side. It was that that made Matt remember what was going on. He remembered the news reports from a few years ago, and he remembered the men with the gas masks, and this guy, what was his name...?

... Danya.

Matt knew what was going on now. He knew why he was in the forest, he knew why they weren't at Disneyland, and he knew why he was all alone with nothing but a duffel bag for company. Matt had awoken from one nightmare and entered another.

He was on Survival of the Fittest.

MurderWeasel's Brutally Hardcore Realism Litmus Test
I was looking at the test, and one part of Matt's backstory (the death of Angel) seems like it would tie in to the "lost a close family member" entry, but they weren't related, only good friends. How do I go about scoring that?

I understand your point, Sickness. If I don't think that I can contribute, then I should request a replacement.

I am hereby honorably dropping out of this game of Mafia, and, if I survive the night phase, then please let my role be fulfilled by another.

I'll admit that my low activity and voting patterns may appear suspicious and, indeed, quite dishonorable. The reason for my poor activity recently was that I had finals in school, and once that ended, I ended up getting caught up in a whole bunch of other commitments. As a result, I've pretty much been speed-reading the Mafia board and targeting whoever seems most suspicious to me.

However, I will say that if you can't come to a consensus on who to lynch in later rounds, then feel free to target me. I'm trying my best, but with v5 starting soon and all of the other things I'm trying to get done this summer, I can't really see my activity getting much better.

EWBOP: Vote: Un-Persona

I screwed up the formatting. How dishonorable.

Yeah, I think that I have enough evidence to make a very honorable vote.

Vote: Un-Persona[/b]

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Ah. Thank you.

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