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[09 Aug 2012|11:44am] |
It would be awesome to see more Grimm characters over at ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) orientexpress.
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[09 Aug 2012|04:12pm] |
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Would there be any interest in a panfandom zombie game?
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[09 Aug 2012|10:16pm] |
- Dark House
is a horror/survival RPG. Locked with strangers in a huge house, you must survive with whatever you can carry. Because not only is the house full of rooms & halls & secret passages, but it's also alive.
And you will get lost.
♔ NAVIGATION ♔PREMISE | THE HOUSE/FAQ
RULES | APPLICATION
CAST | WANTED | HOLDS | PLAYERS
MOD JOURNAL
THE DARK HOUSE (IC)
THE OUTSIDE (OOC) |
- You wake up sitting at the table. All around you the decadence of a very formal dining room in a very lavish estate. In your hand is a gleaming silver fork & the remnants of a bite of very expensive looking game fowl.
- As your eyes re-focus on your world you realize that you aren't alone & that there are others sitting at the table with you. Others who are just now re-joining the world of the living from some sort of sleep-like state.
- Who are they & why are you all dressed as if attending a black tie event? There is no music & the lighting is entirely comprised of maybe 100 candles in a beautiful crystal & silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling above.
- You toss down your fork, forget the napkin on your lap, & start to get to your feet with a protest on your lips.
- Which is when the scratchy recording of a voice begins to play from the victrola in the corner.
- "Welcome to Dark House." It's neither male nor female sounding. Its androgyny leaving you very unsettled. "You are here for the party, as you can well see. But before you decide it's not for you, please be sure to note that just like that funny, old song says, 'You can check out any time you like. But you can NEVER leave.'"
- The last words are a snarl & someone sitting at the table faints. You think that's the end of it & consider finding the door & proving the record wrong when it coughs back to life with one more thought.
- "Oh & check your pockets, loves. That's all you've got to survive."
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