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User: | falsepretensrpg (322655) |
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Name: | False Pretense RPG | ||||||||||
Theme: | This is the RPG journal of the game False Pretenses | ||||||||||
E-mail: | falsepretensesmods@yahoo.com | ||||||||||
About: | Claim PBApplication OOC Comm 'I passed someone on the street today, and he eyed me with the sort of expression that insisted he knew me. When I said hello, he smiled and I felt uneasy. There was something in his eyes, something that made me question if he knew what I was. Who I was. Could he?' -A body was found in Central Park today. The authorities believe it was a young woman, the remains have been reported difficult to identify. This is the fourth body found this year in the area, investigators believe that is related to the others... 'Mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers. It made me feel like a kid again, you know? I couldn't take it, she had already ruined my first life, why couldn't she let me have fun with this one. She told me not to talk to strangers. Sometimes I wonder why I never listen...' -...was reported missing today. School officials claim that he did not appear in his third hour class. Police fear the worst. 'We moved to the city to blend in to the crowd. Eight million people, the agent said, eight million faces to obscure ours. I changed my hair color, changed my name, went to school and received a new degree. My wife and daughters traded in their old lives for our new, but that doesn't matter anymore.' -The family of Jr. College professor found murdered in their home. Police claim dead end. 'I killed somebody once, and got away with it too. The feds said this was my chance to start over, live a new life, a life outside of jail. All I had to do was testify, they said, testify and receive a ticket to freedom. I took that ticket, but the ride always has to end somewhere. They told me this might happen...' -...believe the death to be gang related. Case declared cold. 'I know what's happening. No one will believe me, but I know. I feel like we're being followed, staked out like prey. I know this won't end well.' -Teenage boy only survivor of crash, in critical condition. Doctors say the worst is yet to come. 'We know there was a breach, someone weaseled their way into our database and leaked the profiles. We know the body count is rising, know that we should stop it, but no commands are coming from D.C. These people are sitting ducks, and someone is picking them off one by one. And it's so terribly ironic, isn't it, because we've done our job so well that they don't even know what is happening. They think the murders and kidnappings are random, that the victims are normal citizens. They don't realize that they are just like them, hiding, witnesses to crimes that weren't theirs to see. Someone has to help them, someone has to let them know what they're up against. My superiors say we can't do anything. They say we have to follow orders. But these people, they have to know. I can't just let them die.' The witness protection program was created to secure the safety of those who witnessed high profile crimes, those who were in danger because they looked when they shouldn't have. New York City holds the largest population of these displaced citizens. They could be the strangers passing you on the street, your boss, your child's teacher...people who were unlucky, who once hung with the wrong crowd, people who used to be the wrong crowd. They are the masters of blending in with the people around them, keeping secrets, acting like someone they are not. People of New York City don't know who these people are, just how the FBI likes it. These people depend on bureaucracy and hoped to be saved if their situation turns from surreal to dire. These people ran out of luck a long time ago. On January 1, 2008 the New York City Witness Protection database acquired a virus.The computer technicians believed it to be a fault in the program and were forced to create a new system. Security was heavy, files were handled with care. Everything was hush hush. They tried to keep their Witnesses safe. They failed. The virus breached the database, information was unknowingly leached. No one knew of the situation until it was too late. It's nearly a year later and the body count has risen. The FBI hasn't received orders on how to proceed, and have settled for doing nothing. The witnesses, once unaware of their deadly situation, have been informed by a renegade agent who claims to be acting on the orders of the agency yet refuses to give a name. These witnesses are helpless, stuck in New York city, many finding that their bank accounts have been frozen, and certain they are being stalked. Is it revenge? They aren't sure. Is it a conspiracy to have them exterminated? Why would anyone bother? The only thing they are certain about is that they are stuck, alone in their pursuit to stay alive. They can't move away from their troubles this time, because this time they have no one preparing new lives for them. They have nothing. They have no one. But, according to the agent, they do have something. Something that cannot be erased by murders and apathy from the government. They have each other. It's a game of cat and mouse, live and die, hide and seek. These people who are told to trust no one must find each other, help one another, and discover the truth about the leak. But, most importantly: They must survive. | ||||||||||
Members: | None listed. | ||||||||||
Account type: | Free Patient |