[Forum Game] The Thing: Survives!

[Fury]

Everyone needs to PM me their role. 
If you have questions, don't be shy to ask.

Everyone should get the roles they choose.
Everything is available. I'll work the rules around the choices made.

[Telrunya]

I have no preference. I like to just be given a role and work with it, so just give me something or roll a dice for me

[Fury]

Currently:

Roles all assigned. 

Cren - 
Sonya -
Lefanis - 
Arrandal -
Telrunya - 
Stabbity -
Ketchum -
Dishman -
D'Espana -
Penchant -
Thomasgriff -
Disturbedyang - 

[Fury]

I'm in. I like the dynamic this game has set up. Should be interesting.

It's my meticulously colour-coded formatting.

[Disturbedyang]

It's my meticulously colour-coded formatting.

OCD? hahah

[Fury]

I spend more time on the formatting than I do on the text.
Hope last 2 persons PM before deadline.

[Fury]

Old rule for the Thing reintroduced:

Has a more successful attack against the quieter humans who don't speak much and keep to themselves

Meaning:
Don't speak = die first       

[Fury]

* IT BEGINS *

The mission to capture the Thing was a success. Keeping it alive, was a failure. Nonetheless, there was still much to be learned and now that it was dead, cutting it up along with all the humans it had killed, was the way to go.

Like anything that concerned extra-terrestrials, the Thing was brought to the lowest level of MI6, level 101. There was only one way in, and one way out. The personnel assigned to the 'Pit' were professionals who could be counted on keeping their visitor a secret. It would not do, if word got out that there was a real alien on earth. People would want to keep coming to visit and in the end MI6 would turn into another theme park and become the laughing stock of the Intelligence world...


GAME STARTS

It is time to get to know the rest of the personnel. There will be no voting or orders until someone (NPC) dies (at deadline).

PMs sent to all. Let me know if you didn't get any or if your role is not clear.

[Dishman]

Dishman was buried under a pile of paperwork. Digging through examinations, requisitions, and general complaints made for bothersome reading. Of all the things to be laboring on, bureaucracy was not high on his list. Especially when new and strange things were ripe for prodding. After a deep gulp of a hidden flask, he walked to the kitchen to get away from pushing paper.

"Oh, how you guys doing? I'm dying for a good soup, anyone know how to administrate a laddle?"

[Lefanis]

"It's me, Agent Lefanis, the hero who brought back the Thing from Thule! And how does M repay me!?", he mutters as he walks towards his quarters, his Walther PPK pressing coldly against his thigh.

"A pity Olivia died and they had to get this government bureaucrat to do the job... Where's that bloody fool DK anyway... Bet he's responsible for the specimens death."

[Lefanis]

No editing of posts or BAD RP will follow.
« Last Edit: Yesterday at 04:52:40 PM by Fury »

BAD RP 

[Stabbity]

Stabbity paced furtively, muttering under his breath, a sheaf of paper in his hands. He ran a hand through his slightly curled hair and continued to read.

"But are we sure its dead? Previous research shows that any cells remaining alive will begin to work on their own and attempt to takeover a new host..."

[Disturbedyang]

The question is how and who decided it was dead?....

(OOC: Won't be posting too much of rp at least for the next few days, mostly just ooc comments)

[Ketchum]

Ugh, the Thing is dead?

[Sonya]

Greetings once again.

Will be here supervising the disposal of this specimen, we must be prepare for anything it could happens.

I know is dead, but if the reports are rights, is not enough.