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oddsandends2022-12-22 05:05 pm
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110th ♫ | all the things making us sick and tired turn into bubbles and disappear
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. Mall A huge mall stuffed full of stores, places to eat and all the regular amenities like deadbolted doors and the threat of death. It's like Black Friday but even worse because you can't leave and all the rest of the shoppers might actually kill you for real this time.
5. City Holy shit, you've got the run of a whole city this time around! Maybe with all this room to keep out of each other's way, you'll be able to make sure no one starts killing people. But probably not.
6. Cruise Boat YOU'RE ON A BOAT, MOTHERFUCKER. The accommodation is all five star, even if there's no one around to act as wait staff. The only snag is that you still have this whole murder thing hanging over your head – but on the plus side, they have those little drinks with the umbrellas in, so...
7. Space Station THE FINAL FRONTIER... Maybe you're familiar with space stations like this or maybe all this future tech is fascinating to you. Not like it matters either way, of course, because you won't be getting out of here unless you lay down a murder on someone.
8. 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. The Corners of My Mind So as it turns out, your lovely hosts have been fiddling with your memories. Maybe you're just discovering this now or maybe you've had a particularly upsetting memory regain you're dealing with.
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
OPTIONAL FUN
- Lots of murdergames have in-universe public profiles for other characters to get the skinny on yours. If you'd like to fill one out to post with your toplevel, peep at the code below!
PuppyCat | Bee and PuppyCat
Age: ?? | Species: Cat...? Or, uh, maybe a puppy? | Occupation: Temp agent; candy hunter (formerly)
Likes: His ship, cool stuff, Bee, Wesley Wizard, Pretty Patrick, Pretty Patrick Lunchtime, punching, sleeping, eating off the floor
Dislikes: The Space Warlocks, working, commitment, accepting responsibility for his own life choices
Traits: Selfish, stupid, lazy
Trivia: Though he looks like a cat, he totally has a dog smell.
[This is... that's... what? Is this grouchy-looking thing someone's pet, or maybe some kind of Pokémon? It's got to be, right? Why does it have its own profile? It--oh, god, even though it only makes weird Vocaloid noises, somehow, you understand what it's saying. Maybe you wish you didn't.
While PuppyCat looks like an adorable marshmallow creature, he acts like the kind of feckless loser that might be voiced by Steve Blum in the 90s. He is strikingly inconsiderate towards everyone, refuses to treat the situation with the gravity it deserves, and never helps. He isn't actively threatening, at least. Even if he wanted to be, his hardest blows feel like pillowy little paw boops, awwww, and surely there's no way he can commit murder at his size and strength. But oh my god, what a turd muffin. And he's so heavy. And when he stress-eats, his body gets all... mushy? Everything about him is so weird.
He might warm up eventually to anyone who can put up with his attitude, and he can actually pull his own weight. Maybe. If he feels like it. Or likes you enough. But ever since he was little (though, uh, bigger than he is now; it's a long story), he's run away from problems rather than face them, and, what, is he going to stop for you guys?]
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[PuppyCat will be met by an equally scowly, chronically angry-eyebrowed teenager, who also happens to possess a similar penchant for being selfish, stupid, and lazy. Oh! And don't forget "ill-tempered." Rex folds a pair of broad arms over his chest, breathing out an unnecessarily loud puff of air, which is yet another horrible phrase that could be used to describe this cocky superhero.]
Is this what happens when some rich jackass's dumpy little toddler asks him to "bring home some pussy?"
[Rex really has no right to judge... His superhero name is "Rex Splode" and he's dressed like a condom cosplaying as a traffic cone-]
He just goes right on ahead and picks that?!
It looks sort of like what you'd get if Sanrio threw up all over a Looney-Toon.
[And now, he finally chooses to address the marshmallow thing with an accusatory gloved finger...]
Don't piss on the carpet.
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Anyway, he looks Rex up and down, making his own judgments about what threw up all over what for this result. If he were in his real body, he'd totally be as buff and badass as this guy. This kid? PuppyCat would bet Bee's money that he's older. He is, after all, a big, grown-ass man.
Unimpressed, he walks right on by. On. Two legs. Like a person. With one of the forepaws he should be using to walk, he picks his dang nose. As he passes, a short string of whistles and boops comes out of his needle-toothed, kitten mouth.]
(I do what I want, asshole.)
[He's gotten used to living on an island where only one person can understand him. Then again, he's a piece of shit. Maybe he'd say it anyway.]
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[This wouldn't be the first time he's been mistaken for someone older. The premature frown lines around his mouth and nose certainly don't help, and neither do his cyber-genetically enhanced physique or square jaw, for that matter. ]
The fuck did you just say to me?
[Rex, constantly itching for the kind of fight he could maybe win, mistakes the hodge-podge of bell sounds for some sort of insult. He's never really been a "cat" person, or an anything person... Seeing as he can barely keep himself out of trouble, but ever since that beat-down from Battle Beast, every feline within his field of vision has been on thin ice.]
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(I said,)
[--he says in high, Hatsune Miku synth sounds.]
("I do.")
[That sounds more like "weeoo."]
("What I want.")
[The notes fall lower and lower on the scale.]
("Asshooooole.")
[And that just comes out like the world's tiniest foghorn.]
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[In true buttmunch bully fashion, Rex seizes the opportunity to reach over and yank the little guy off the floor by the scruff of that recently puffed-up chest. It's probably all too obvious that Rex is used to lifting a considerably larger amount of weight on the regular, unfortunately.
His motions are quick.]
I don't speak autotune.
[With very little regard for PuppyCat's well-being or safety, Rex casually tosses the furry thing a few feet in the air. Definitely not enough to hit the ceiling, though, even if PuppyCat may get close.]
You wanna try again?
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[Despite being fat and oddly heavy for his size, PuppyCat's body weight is no object to a superhero. It's like juggling a couple of (super-dense) grapes. He flails all four legs in a hilariously gratifying manner, and his screaming comes out in literally dulcet tones, all slide-whistley.]
(ASSHOLE! AAAASSSSHOOOOOOLLLEEEE! UNHAND ME OR SUFFER TORMENTS!)
[These are the emptiest of threats. He is like unto a Squishable. The plushest of cutesy pillows.]
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Though, part of it may be that the big guy sure seems to move slow. He's huge and flat and walks on fins, somehow, and doesn't seem to feel the need to move faster. He does, however, spend a lot of time just... Staring at PuppyCat, and kind of jumping any time PuppyCat looks back.
Eventually, though, encouraged by the interactions of everyone else in their round, Big Man finds the strength to approach PuppyCat with a question.]
Ay. Ay?
(Excuse me.)
(C-can I ask you something?)
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(There's a high probability he's thinking about poop.)
He scratches his utterly round chin, closes his eyes, and shrugs. As I have not yet figured out how best to convey Vocaloid Oliver's delightful chiming, please just imagine it for yourself.]
(Sure, I guess. It's better than you staring at me constantly.)
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Ay!
(Eep!)
[Perhaps he didn't realize it qas so obvious.
Nevertheless, he persists;]
Ay. Ay?
(I'm sorry.)
(It's just, are you a mammal?)
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[It's honestly pretty disconcerting how long PuppyCat can stare someone down without a twitch in his expression. Finally, though he chirps an answer.]
(That depends. What's a mammal?)
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Ay.
(I'm.... Not sure.)
[He straightens up(?) though, waving his fin tips.]
Ay! Ay. Ay?
(But I know that a cat is a mammal!)
(But I only know one cat.)
(Unless you're a cat?)
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[As if to prove it, he walks around Big Man on only two of his four feet, as though he were built to be bipedal. Maybe he was? The demonstration doesn't make anything any clearer.]
(What are you, though? Some kind of big pancake?)
[...
PuppyCat licks his chops.]
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He assumes that means this must be a mammal still, somehow. But—]
Ay! Ay! Ay!
(No way!)
(I'm Big Man!)
(The Hype Manta Storm!)
[He pauses again, though, and kind of deflates. His intro isn't nearly as cool without the girls around.]
...Ay.
(Which just means, I'm a Manta.)
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[Yeah, as serious as PuppyCat looks as he repeats the term, it's ringing zero bells. He props his fists on his hips. Or, what are probably his hips. He's just a chubby little snowman. Snowcat. Snow... thing.
We can't even promise he's a mammal.]
(Well, I'm a man, too! A big-ass man! This... isn't even my final form!)
[He points into the air.]
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(It's not?)
[Big Man raises a fin to his mouth in surprise, but doesn't seem to disbelieve him.]
Ay?
(So you have a fresh special ability, too?)
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(Oh, I have so many abilities. You don’t even know.)
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(So mammals have fresh moves too!)
Ay?
(Can I see sometime?)
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[After examining whatever he picked out of his nose, he flicks it away. Once, he dug a whole flower out of there. That was a weird day.]
(Doesn’t look like I have any of my cool magic powers here, though. They say nobody does. You can’t use whatever your “fresh moves” are either, right?)
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(What? Of course I can!)
[And with a flourish he fans out a fin, casting out...
... A very measly spit of bright green-and-turquoise ink that splats on the ground with the most pitiful slap.]
...Ay? Ay.
(Did I say can?)
(I meant, cannot.)
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(Yeah, it's pretty toxic, so I wouldn't advise it anyway.)
Ay?
(But at least it's water soluble?)
[And mammals keep around SO MUCH WATER, surely someone around here has some...]