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The Murder Game Meme



You know the script. You wake up in a place you've never seen before, with a whole bunch of complete strangers and there's a mysterious voice or a mascot or what have you ready to let you know how things are going to work around here.

The rules are simple: You're trapped here, with no hope of release or rescue. You've been provided with all the basic necessities you need to live comfortably, and all you have to do is settle down and live out the rest of your days here in peace. But if you can't do that -- if you're really so desperate to escape that you'll do anything -- then there's one teeny tiny thing you have to do first.

All you have to do is kill somebody.

But it's not quite that simple. Every death will be followed by a period of investigation, followed by a trial in which the survivors will attempt to solve the mystery and out the culprit. If the survivors guess correctly and out the culprit, the killer is executed and life goes on. But if the survivors guess wrong, then the culprit is free as a bird and everyone else is executed.

Even with the promise of freedom, can you really bring yourself to kill so many other people?

tl;dr: it's a murdergame meme. TIME TO HAVE A BIG OL' MURDERGAME BLAST.


Settings

1. High School A classic! Doesn't matter if you're too old or too young to be in high school -- you've been enrolled and the only way for you to graduate is to kill a fellow student. But hey, the faculties are nice!
2. Tropical Island Weren't you just hankering for a nice tropical vacation? No? Too bad! You're going to have a nice sunny vacation at the beach and if you don't like it, just kill someone and go home. Simple!
3. Prison It doesn't matter if you don't remember committing any crime; you've been tried and found guilty of something or other and now you can go ahead and rot away in jail. If you ever want to see the sunlight again, better put that criminal mind to good use and get rid of your inmates.
4. Wildcard! None of the above scratch your murder itch? Go wild and come up with your own setting!


Downtime

1. Excuse Me, Who Are You? You've just woken up in this weird place and you have no idea what's going on. But hey -- maybe this stranger's more informed than you. Or maybe you can put your heads together and investigate what's going on.
2. Social Link Go! Well, if you're going to be stuck in here for however long, you might as well get to know the people stuck in here with you. You've got plenty of rooms to explore together and there's enough to do to keep you occupied. How do you plan on passing time without killing each other?
3. Vending Machine Woes Somewhere in this place there's a mysterious vending machine that spits out all manner of bizarre items and occasionally dispenses items that belong to you and the other people trapped here. You've got a fat stack of tokens and nothing to lose.
4. Wildcard! GO WILD AND BE FREE (or as free as you can be here, anyways)


PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDER GAME

1. Motive Your mysterious overseer has decided there's not nearly enough murder going on and so they've ~helpfully~ given you a little push to do the deed. Maybe one of your loved ones is in danger, maybe they're offering more money than you could ever dream of or they're threatening to reveal your deepest darkest secrets. Whatever is it, would you kill for it?
2. Murder WELL APPARENTLY, YES. Are you a killer or are you being killed? Either way, someone's not walking away from this alive.
3. Body Discovery Rise and shine, murdergame! It's a brand new day and someone's dead. Better get investigating!
4. Trial You know how this one goes. Line up all your evidence and sniff out the killer -- or sit there and sweat and hope no one works out you're the murderer. Will they go down with a confession or put up a fight?
5. Afterparty You've survived another trial, but more of your friends have died. Even without the executions, trials are a stressful enough affair. It's time to destress and lick your wounds and support each other.
6. Mastermind It's the end. It's time to uncover all the mysteries behind this murder game -- and find out just who trapped you here. Are they really an unconnected party, or is the mastermind someone among you...?
7. Freedom Just as it says -- you're finally free, but at what cost? Have those you love been returned to you, or are you still reduced to just those who made it to the end? Are you on your own, or is anyone here to help you? And more importantly, how the hell are you going to get home?
8. Wildcard YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO

Comments

Jake Chambers | The Dark Tower Books

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[Jake is a good boy who's life has been far too hard for someone so young. How young? At best bet, he's 13, though many will place him as younger due to his slight bit of baby face. He's usually a pretty happy go lucky kid, though he does have a serious side that is always lurking under the happy grin. He is a relatively powerful empath/telepath, though in his world it is called the Touch.

For murder game purposes, he doesn't have his furry four legged side kick or his guns. Much to his displeasure. He does still have his purse, though it is no where near as full of interesting things as his dinh's is. Also, his Touch has been severely hampered.]

Motive

[felblooded]

[From the start, something has been off about Grima.

Jake's Touch has been dampened from the moment this all started, but even the dullest empath would be able to sense the utter wrongness surrounding the being that was labeled as a 'fell dragon' in his profile. An aura of unnaturalness and constantly boiling rage. Grima made no attempt to befriend anyone, and in fact made it very well known that he hated all of humanity- though he is a bit less hateful towards the other non-humans, if still egomaniacal and promising quick death the moment he had the chance.

Still, his anger had seemed neutered by their powers being mostly blocked. But today they had all been given an envelope that was supposed to hold their most hidden secrets. No other motive had ever really given the monster pause, but this one... this one had him snarling, and that wrongness around him spiked... and from the corner of ones eye one might even be able to see wisps of purple energy gathering around him]

Cocky fools-!

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[From the start, Jake had kept a wide berth between himself and this 'fell dragon'. His Touch was muffled, gagged to the point of almost being useless, but even through all that the boy's very essence back peddled from Grima's being. He couldn't quite put his finger on the exact reason why....

..but there was a thought in the back of mind and that thought was Vampire. Type One.

It hadn't been until the week prior that he'd remembered what that meant. That he'd remembered why that thought sent cramps of bile through his guts.

Pere.

The little slip of paper with it's accusations and implied threat of disclosure only made that twist in his guts that much worse. The boy paled visibly, quickly stuffing that paper into the pocket of his worn jeans before anyone could see it and see the hate that was scrawled there. His hands didn't shake, but his eyes were a little wide...and that sudden burst of Touch against his mind made him jerk his attention to the other side of the room.

To the vampire.

His lip curled all on it's own and his fingers twitched against the empty holster that hung against his thin thigh.]

Shut up! Everyone here is getting something that sucks, ya ken? You're not special.

[felblooded]

[Grima spun on his heel, ruby eyes flashing with rage. He had too felt something from Jake. An inkling of power- but since he didn't have even a hint of the fell blood, he was useless as a possible host, and his clear distaste, but not powerful enough fear, meant he was useless as a servant. What would he use a child for anyway? So he had just avoided him.

But he was too on edge to hold himself back]

Don't you dare try and lecture me, child!

[and_that_is_the_truth]

Stop acting like the only person in the Goddamned room, then!

[The boy took a step towards the dragon, all his pain and anger and fear at the little slip of paper in his pocket coming out at the other.]

You're not special. You're not perfect. You're just some dickbrain that was caught up like the rest of us! You're just as much a prisoner here as we are, so stop acting all high and mighty!

[felblooded]

[Something about the word perfect made him pause. Not in surprise or anger. But more like it cooled his rage- it was still there, licking at the air around him. But now it was cold]

That's where you're wrong, human. I'm closer to perfection then your kind will ever know.

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[That sudden coolness sent goosebumps along his arms and made the little curls at the nape of his neck try to stand on edge. It was dangerous, that chill. Malicious.

And yet, the boy's eyes narrowed and a twisted, harsh grin pulled his lips tight. On any other creature, it would have been a snarl.]

You are nothing.

Body touching~

[fuckin_spectacular]

[They've been trapped here long enough that Merlin has gathered the boy in their group is no ordinary child. Still he pauses with his hand on the door frame to the dining room, stopping the momentum of the desk chair he's been pulling himself along in.]

This might not be something you want to see, lad.

[It's all the warning he gives, take it or leave it, Jake. Then he's lowering himself from the chair, what's left of his thighs held up so he can "walk" on his hands. It gives him a bit more control of where he's going and with the amount of blood in the room he wants to disturb as little as possible.]

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[And while most of their fellow captives had been wary of Merlin's apparent disability, Jake had seemed to completely ignore it. When questioned, he'd mentioned that he was used to it, shrugged like it was no big deal, and then offered to make dinner for the night.

Merlin was right in that he was no ordinary child. However, he was still a child and despite the amount of death his own hands had delivered...he paused at the door. The stink of blood and bodily functions was high and the boy had to fight the urge to breath through his mouth, but eventually his brain's filter kicked in and the smell...

..well, it didn't go away, but it did fade enough that Jake could follow after the man.

He stepped carefully, shor'boots making harsh clicking sounds on the floor.]

I'm alright. Just...needed my nose to shut up.

[fuckin_spectacular]

[There's a soft snort of acknowledgment and Merlin can't help but appreciate the fact that the person with him this morning is so pragmatic. One of the girls had nearly screamed her head off last week when they found her friend drowned in the swimming pool.

As he moves around the body to get a better look at the face of their victim he grimaces. Well... at least she won't be screaming this time.]

Everyone will be coming through here for breakfast soon. Must make this quick.

[A sigh and a shake of his head.]

Watch your step. You seem to have a keen eye... tell me what you see. [When had this become instructional? He wasn't sure but the boy had talent. The kind he'd look for in an agent which definitely did not mean he should be helping to develop that, not at his age, but he couldn't help it. It was a familiar role and nothing else here made much sense.]

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[There had been a time when he'd been grossed out by anything..wet. But that time had passed like water along a current and now he was sure footed and careful as he moved to kneel on the other side of the dead woman. They could block off the doors to give themselves more time, but that would probably just be more effort than it was worth.

Instead, he focused on woman...and the carnage.]

This..wasn't a tool. Guns don't do this kind of damage, and knives are cleaner. I've seen.. [He swallowed, looking away for a moment before clearing his throat and turning back.] I've seen something like this before, but I doubt there are any Taheen here. At least, none of us are.

[fuckin_spectacular]

[Merlin nods along with what he's saying.]

Aye, that's good. Certainly no gun. Plenty of blades that aren't knives though, lad. Especially with our limited resources here, someone could've used a makeshift weapon.

[He reaches into his trouser pocket to pull out a pair of gloves that he's taken to carrying around just in case. Which should say something but it's also a habit he'd had decades ago when he was an agent himself.

Once the gloves are on he reaches out to shift her tattered blouse so he can get a clearer look at the wound closest to him.]

Might not be any... Taheen? but how would they do this? What makes it similar?

[and_that_is_the_truth]

[Makeshift weapons. Right. Please nevermind the fact that the boy took his food to his room to eat at least once a week...and that those plates had never made it back to the kitchen.

He cleared his throat and just nodded, leaning over on the balls of his feet to get a better look at where the older man was looking.]

Well, that looks like...Umm..[A pause, a glance to Merlin...and then he just pushed on because there was no way to sugar coat this if one wasn't prepared for it.] That looks like it could have been made by a beak. It..

..It tears the same.