I hope you like it.
Stepping through the subdued luminosity, you begin to recollect your memories of the night before. You don't find anything that could possibly justify awakening in this [censored]-fest of a cathedral. You fell asleep, as would occur most nights, and your respite has coaxed you into something hardly registering as a dream. The walls are withered into a thin veil of rough wood pulp; the ceramic flooring cracked and shattered across the expanse of the dilapidated edifice. Floor and ceiling joists branch outwards, jabbing through the boards of plaster supporting the latter.
The withered sheets of an anachronistic tome appear to be upon the cusp of dissolution. Deprived of upkeep and custody, it requires the pages' greatest effort to not crumble under the infinitesimal strain of their own weight. The zephyrs howl past the centuries dried ink across the paper, almost relinquishing of its longevity.
The articles comprising the volume, easily thousands of pages in length, yearn for your touch. Steadily, you pace yourself towards the book. As you begin to approach it, the settled grime and smut has vanished, and the page is empty; save for the beckoning inquiry glaring at you.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Character Sheet?:
(This is getting disconcertingly personal...)
(You follow through, professing your greatest aspirations, fears, and most personal affairs to this leather-bound (and very sultry) devil. You're also pretty sure that when it asked you for your name you didn't write down PLAYER, but what're you gonna do sometimes?)
Familial or platonic bonds: ?
Self-assurance and esteem: ?
Physical safety and comfort: ?
Reliable leadership: ?
Unimpaired physique: ?
Dependable logic and reasoning: ?
Cognitive and bodily impigrity: ?
Positive social presence: ?
In the context of a friend or companion:
Congeniality: ?
Intelligence: ?
Reasonability and rationality: ?
Physical comfort: ?
What is best in life?:
(Well?)
(Well, this is new. You don't exactly get books giving you psychological assessments ubiquitously. What the hell, you humour the old [censored].)
It is never one's name that defines their character. So, whom would I have the pleasure of speaking with?
Is this correct?
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Rules boiiii:
1. I have a literacy standard; you have to be able to write coherently.
2. Since this is one of the few chances I'll get to be out of character, I am your flippant god; the omnipotent GM of this RP, and I'm running it. I will direct every player personally in order to facilitate the flow of the story. This doesn't mean I'll be riding your [censored], no, but it means that I will be personally interacting with each of you.
3. Don't fill out the last sentence with your name, weapondevice, adjective/class on it, I do that. (Partially for humour, partially because I feel that player-GM interaction is key to a perfect character)
4. I love gore, but absolutely no sex unless it fades to black. Yes, you can be romantically involved with another player, but no descriptive sex; I don't want that.
5. All of your characters are either fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen years old; that is an aspect that I have carried for the protagonists since I first began to develop this idea.
6. It goes without saying that all of 2K's rules apply.
7. Don't be a [censored].
8. No dick moves.
9. Hell, let's take it a little further and just prohibit any moves of the genital variety. (It's funny because of rule four)
10. Rules 8 and 9 apply doubly for this RP; they coincide with rule 7.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Context: You went to sleep one morning or night or whenever you go to sleep and woke up outside of the dilapidated cathedral; you don't know why you're here, and you don't know what happened. All you know is that you're looking for a way out.
Any interest?