INTRODUCTION

[vault_tech]

INTRO

Vault 113

You wake feeling groggy. You have the distinct sense of oversleeping, even if you may not recall ever going to bed in the first place. And this bed? Definitely not yours, no matter how comfortable it may be. And you'd probably not go to sleep in your street clothes*, right? Well, maybe it's time to smooth out your bedhead and get exploring!

(*or whatever else you were wearing at the last moment you remember)

The first thing you'll notice is the complete absence of windows - are you underground? Though you'll encounter quite a few closed doors, there are some rooms for you to look through and maybe catch your breath in. Maybe it's time for a slushie in the dining room? Impatience won't get you anywhere!

And what's better than a sweet drink to bring strangers together? After all, you're not the only one who's crawled out of bed a little late today. Mingle and don't worry too hard about your current predicament!

((The Mastermind will introduce themselves at 7pm EST real time.))

NAVIGATION

Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

RULES

GAME INFO

LOCATIONS

PROFILES

IC RULES

MURDER

PCs

CHECK-INS

code credit

Comments

[oversawed]

I've heard as much.

It's rather simple. We'll get to the specifics in a little bit.

To secure your passage home, you'll have to kill one of your fellow vault-dwellers.

[namelesslancer]

[ well he's not really saying anything, but the way that he emotes So Fucking Hard when she says that!!!! bad!!! ]

[underinworld]

...and how long are we expected to stay here, if we don't kill?

[Important question, yup]

[oversawed]

Simple.

Forever.

[underinworld]

...well, flip.

[Definitely self-censoring]

[picnicked]

[A long exhale of breath.]

And if we refuse? Do we just stay here forever?

[oversawed]

You guessed it!

[pottedplant]

[Oh. Well. That's...even more not good than he thought.

May as well ask, though-]

Why?

[oversawed]

You'll have to be more specific.

[pottedplant]

Why do we have to kill someone if we want to leave?

[modularized]

That doesn't sound like that fun of a game!

Anyway, anyway, aren't you supposed to talk about what happens if we don't listen to you and all that?

[oversawed]

Well, maybe not for you.

I've stated it. If you don't play, you stay here forever and rot away in this musty little cave.

[cbc]

Your concept of games leaves much to be desired, Ianthe.

[oversawed]

Oh? Are you a gamer too, then?

[This means something different to her.]

[cbc]

I hesitate to call myself a gamer given their scarcity, but I have enjoyed them when I've been fortunate enough to play them.

Until now, that is. I don't have much interest in this game, nor do I understand the purpose of it. What are you after?

[yuritrash]

[ Looks around. ]

Just kill anybody? That... doesn't seem very fair for some of us.

[oversawed]

Oh, it isn't fair at all.

Getting away with it is the tricky part.

[yuritrash]

Hm... and what do you get from it? Just looking for a good time?

[laughingfox]

[There's a couple of blinks in surprise as he registers what's being said here, but it shifts into something more irritated.]

Seriously? Who the hell would be dumb enough to take your word for it? For all we know, you'd just take whoever does around back and shoot them afterwards.

[oversawed]

I could kill you all literally right now with the snap of my fingers.

Why would I do that?

[jiwoonhak]

[ Now this is his kind of game. ]

You seem to have brought in quite the selection for that kind of game. Will you be participating?

[oversawed]

I'll be the gamemaster, not a player. Sorry to disappoint.

[dharmicrevelation]

[ Really now. ]

[moodwinks]

Hahaha... HAHAHAHA!

[That is probably a pretty jarring sound coming from further back in the crowd, considering Belphegor's been plenty quiet and alternating between a few emotions mostly seeming to consist of annoyed-to-bored-to-brooding-ish. He gets his snickering under control eventually, though there's some muttering under his breath about figures and punishments that doesn't quite go anywhere.

He's hunched over, so it takes a moment for him to fix whatever expression was there before he looks up again, plastering what looks like a dour half-grin.]

Is that kill or stay forever, or kill until we're all wiped out? Hmm. But then there wouldn't be a trial.

[oversawed]

[The maniacal laughter... so dramatic. She can appreciate it.]

The pretty boy with the long hair called it actually. The minimum amount of people who could leave would be fifty percent. Or more specifically twelve out of twenty five.