Distantly, the sound of churning helicopter blades faded into a din of other white noise as the contestants began to regain their senses, the hazy sound of rain beating on the rooftops soon drowning it out. Though every various means of timekeeping, including the watches included in their supplies indicated it was just about to strike noon it was dark out as if the sun had just set.
As the clock struck twelve, there came a loud hissing of static over over the small city, and from unseen sources the voice of the event's host blared forth.
"I trust everyone had a pleasant flight down to the city? Make sure you take your time and shake off the lingering effects of that little spatial-displacement, now. Wouldn't want you all to go wandering right out the door into a deathtrap, would we?"
For a few seconds all was silent except a light crackling of static before the eccentric host went on once more.
"There is something wrong in this city, my dear guests. Something very, very wrong indeed. Perhaps my fault, to one degree or another; but that isn't important. Your job this year, my friends, is a simple one: survive. Either outlast all your other competition and be the last one standing, or be the first lucky one to find the other means of victory we've hidden around this city. You'll need to work together to find those, and that means sharing the prize, but if you do well enough...why, maybe everyone could get out alive this time."
The sound momentarily cut out, with the loud sound of an air raid siren whining and shrieking through the speakers instead.
"...ah, and so it begins. That is the signal for 'start', my dear guests. Do put on a good show and try not to die or figure it all out too quickly, won't you? I'll be in touch again soon."
And with a final hissing of static and a final crackling noise accompanied by a flash of lightning in the sky overhead, the speakers went dead, plunging the city back into rain-coated silence.
Bulletins, Updates and Notes
As the clock struck twelve, there came a loud hissing of static over over the small city, and from unseen sources the voice of the event's host blared forth.
"I trust everyone had a pleasant flight down to the city? Make sure you take your time and shake off the lingering effects of that little spatial-displacement, now. Wouldn't want you all to go wandering right out the door into a deathtrap, would we?"
For a few seconds all was silent except a light crackling of static before the eccentric host went on once more.
"There is something wrong in this city, my dear guests. Something very, very wrong indeed. Perhaps my fault, to one degree or another; but that isn't important. Your job this year, my friends, is a simple one: survive. Either outlast all your other competition and be the last one standing, or be the first lucky one to find the other means of victory we've hidden around this city. You'll need to work together to find those, and that means sharing the prize, but if you do well enough...why, maybe everyone could get out alive this time."
The sound momentarily cut out, with the loud sound of an air raid siren whining and shrieking through the speakers instead.
"...ah, and so it begins. That is the signal for 'start', my dear guests. Do put on a good show and try not to die or figure it all out too quickly, won't you? I'll be in touch again soon."
And with a final hissing of static and a final crackling noise accompanied by a flash of lightning in the sky overhead, the speakers went dead, plunging the city back into rain-coated silence.
One group within the event awakens to find themselves holed up and barricaded away in what looks like a classroom in a school. The exterior windows are all alternatively boarded up with heavy wooden planks or metal sheets, and the walls are all covered in scribbling and scrawled symbols. Many of the interior windows are smashed and similarly boarded up, though the doors still look reasonably sound, and hang slightly ajar on their hinges.At Area A 10
Klarion, Sand Hawk, Nico Cinder, Amalia Eckern, Bloodhound
The second group within the event awakens to find themselves sealed securely into a warehouse. Rows upon rows of shelving and pallets have been knocked over and ripped apart, lashed together with chain and cable ties and ropes to form twisting maze-like passages and barricades within, leading to the 'fortified' safe area. The windows are boarded and the bay doors have all been carefully sealed with heavy metal sheets and chains to keep them welded shut. No physical locks of any kind have been used, with the few around all being warped and mangled almost beyond recognition.At Area E 40
Doctor Caustic, Shallan Davar, Nezuko Kamado, Sari-al Waheed, Mirooge, Lan Cameo
The third group within the event awakens in what will be revealed after quick examination as the interior, windowless section of the psych ward of a hospital. The walls are smeared with blood, and covered in all manner of scratches and dents. Doors are broken down and hang crooked in their hinges, and everywhere there are signs of intense violence, and numerous corpses -- and pieces of them. The entire place reeks of death and blood, but it looks to have been reasonably well secured by an organized team before something got to them. Several windows in the west-facing side of the floor are shattered, leaving the entire section drenched from the rain, but curiously no signs of any glass on the inside.At Area G 60
Aquarius, Mid-Boss, Karl Jak, Quincy, Adam Gaite, Lilith
Bulletins, Updates and Notes
- Contestants were transported from the staging facility to the city below ostensibly by helicopter flight. Partway through everyone will have blacked out and been dropped off in their starting locations. Anyone who had yet to have their equipment/abilities appropriately limited will have been done so by the time they arrive and awaken.
- As mentioned above, the time on the island has just struck noon, though it seems more akin to late evening. It will stay similarly dark and dim out regardless of actual time of day.
- The only reliable way of keeping time will be via clock. Thankfully, you will all have some kind of such device included with your rations and survival supplies. Every 12 hours, roughly when it transitions from 'day' to 'night' there will be the sound of an air raid siren blaring through the city, with no discernible source. In the few minutes immediately before and after this, the city seems to grow dead quiet and most of its various dangers seem to grow lethargic and hide.
- Weather: As mentioned, it is incredibly unpleasant. The sky is dark and filled with ugly black clouds, and the city is being drenched in a heavy downpour. As of now it is only rain, with some distant thunder rumbling -- savvy sorts may note it seems to come from the northeast. It will remain this way for some time, with no signs of stopping.
- Power does still work in most parts of the city, but feel free to have it be out or otherwise spotty in places from the damage, foul weather, or supernatural fuckery if it suits you.
- This thread is not technically 'open' until 12:00 PM (Noon) EST, January 31st. You are free to write your posts ahead of then, but do not actually post until that point.