Post by Forli on May 31, 2012 4:15:17 GMT
Everything is white. Gamblers don't know where they are. For a few minutes, they do not even remember their own name. They don't know how they got there nor why they are there. The only thing they know is that they are surrounded by a massive amount of white light.
However, it's not blinding. It's not unpleasant. It's... warm. It feels right, it makes them feel good. It makes them feel like they're home.
"Where are we?" asks one of them and gets no reply, as no one knows the answer. At least, none of his fellow gamblers do. However, there is one person who knows. A gentle and sweet voice welcomes then.
"Hello, peaceful souls."
It's Forli. He's still wearing his mask, but his tuxedo is gone. Instead, he's wearing a white robe. And, somehow, he seems... different. He doesn't look the same way as before. He's still big and outrageously beautiful, but his aura is not the same he had before. In the previous round, he had a feeling of extreme violence and awesomeness all around him. But now, the only thing his aura irradiates is... peace.
"Are you an angel?" asks another gambler. Forli only smiles in response. No one can see his smile, as the masks hides it... but they can feel it somehow.
"Are we... dead?" They feel it again: another smile.
"Everything will be answered in time, child of man. Right now, you need to focus on one thing and one thing only: On a Roll. It is most important that this game is completed. Everything depends on it."
The gamblers stare at Forli in silence. They don't get it. But they can sense the truth in his words.
Forli speaks again with a slow and charming voice.
"ShadowFire has casted a vote of 13 but he is restricted by Kokuryu.
10k has casted a vote of 60 but is restricted by ShadowFire.
Morte has casted a vote of 12 but he is restricted by Iain7.
Kokuryu has casted a vote of 0.
Iain7 has casted a vote of 10.
MarkQuestion did not cast a vote.
And thus, Iain7 casts the only relevant vote of the round and decides the winner by himself. Which, not surprisngly, is himself again. An splendid job, Iain7. You might be the one the prophecies talk about. I have to go now. Please carry on with the game. I know it might be hard to do so not knowing where you are and not remembering most of your life experiences... but you must. It is your duty as the guardians."
And with those words, Forli vanishes.
A celestial scoreboard updates:
0. ShadowFire (3 + 1 + 1) – 0 points
1. 10k (1 + 1) – 0 points
2. Morte (2 + 1 + 2) – 0 points
3. Kokuryu (4 + 1 + 1 + 1) – 0 points
4. Iain7 (7 + 4 gold chips) – 4 points
5. MarkQuestion (6 + 2 + 1 + 1 gold chip) – 1 point
Round 7 will end in 47 hours. The plot will thicken. A secret will unravel. The seventh guardian will be revealed. Shit will be fucking bananas.
Best roleplay wins a trophy.
However, it's not blinding. It's not unpleasant. It's... warm. It feels right, it makes them feel good. It makes them feel like they're home.
"Where are we?" asks one of them and gets no reply, as no one knows the answer. At least, none of his fellow gamblers do. However, there is one person who knows. A gentle and sweet voice welcomes then.
"Hello, peaceful souls."
It's Forli. He's still wearing his mask, but his tuxedo is gone. Instead, he's wearing a white robe. And, somehow, he seems... different. He doesn't look the same way as before. He's still big and outrageously beautiful, but his aura is not the same he had before. In the previous round, he had a feeling of extreme violence and awesomeness all around him. But now, the only thing his aura irradiates is... peace.
"Are you an angel?" asks another gambler. Forli only smiles in response. No one can see his smile, as the masks hides it... but they can feel it somehow.
"Are we... dead?" They feel it again: another smile.
"Everything will be answered in time, child of man. Right now, you need to focus on one thing and one thing only: On a Roll. It is most important that this game is completed. Everything depends on it."
The gamblers stare at Forli in silence. They don't get it. But they can sense the truth in his words.
Forli speaks again with a slow and charming voice.
"ShadowFire has casted a vote of 13 but he is restricted by Kokuryu.
10k has casted a vote of 60 but is restricted by ShadowFire.
Morte has casted a vote of 12 but he is restricted by Iain7.
Kokuryu has casted a vote of 0.
Iain7 has casted a vote of 10.
MarkQuestion did not cast a vote.
And thus, Iain7 casts the only relevant vote of the round and decides the winner by himself. Which, not surprisngly, is himself again. An splendid job, Iain7. You might be the one the prophecies talk about. I have to go now. Please carry on with the game. I know it might be hard to do so not knowing where you are and not remembering most of your life experiences... but you must. It is your duty as the guardians."
And with those words, Forli vanishes.
A celestial scoreboard updates:
0. ShadowFire (3 + 1 + 1) – 0 points
1. 10k (1 + 1) – 0 points
2. Morte (2 + 1 + 2) – 0 points
3. Kokuryu (4 + 1 + 1 + 1) – 0 points
4. Iain7 (7 + 4 gold chips) – 4 points
5. MarkQuestion (6 + 2 + 1 + 1 gold chip) – 1 point
Round 7 will end in 47 hours. The plot will thicken. A secret will unravel. The seventh guardian will be revealed. Shit will be fucking bananas.
Best roleplay wins a trophy.