Welcome to the Games

Hello! My name is Ordon, and welcome to the games! Disclaimer: Game Master Games takes no responsibility for injuries sustained during or between public shows.

[gamemasterordon]

Taking a small break from this blog.

I'm sorry if I got hopes up.

[gamemasterordon]

Roster Update

White has perished.

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[seanthegriffon]

"Alright then." Sean shrugged… before drawing Galeforce and thrusting it quickly at the android’s head. "I’ll see my own way to him then. And I do apologize for your preconceptions as well. I have no reason to compete in your sick little games. Stinger!”

[gamemasterordon]

The Dado simply ducks to the side. “I would strongly advise against attempting to confront him. It’s better for everyone if you just play the games.”

[seanthegriffon]

"Sorry, but I have no real desire to be a screwed-up manchild’s puppet. That’s not how I roll."

[gamemasterordon]

"There are other contestants in the facility. In the VERY unlikely event that you succeed, they will be stranded here with no way home. In the astronomically more likely event that you fail, you will be killed, and the other contestant’s lives will become much, MUCH worse."

Ordon’s voice crackles through the speakers. “Unless, that is, you die in a sufficiently entertaining manner.”

[seanthegriffon]

"Ah, hello there, sir. Alright then. So be it." Sean’s eyes turned red, and he grabbed the android, sending a powerful electric shock through it. "I’ll see myself out, you pathetic excuse for a living creature. Nuair a fhaigheann tú bás, is féidir do anam a daoradh chun damnation síoraí.”

With that, the griffon closed his eyes. “I’ll be damned if I let myself become enslaved.” He quickly raked a claw across his throat, slicing his jugular. Death came quickly.

[gamemasterordon]

".... Well that certainly wasn't entertaining. Hmph. No screaming."

[gamemasterordon]

(Sean? You there?)

[gamemasterordon]

(It’s bad form to walk out on an RP unannounced, Sean.)

[gamemasterordon]

(You have until the clock reads X:45.)

[seanthegriffon]

(I have a life outside this website, thank you very much. I had to set something up.)

[gamemasterordon]

(It was still unannounced.)

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[seanthegriffon]

"Alright then." Sean shrugged… before drawing Galeforce and thrusting it quickly at the android’s head. "I’ll see my own way to him then. And I do apologize for your preconceptions as well. I have no reason to compete in your sick little games. Stinger!”

[gamemasterordon]

The Dado simply ducks to the side. “I would strongly advise against attempting to confront him. It’s better for everyone if you just play the games.”

[seanthegriffon]

"Sorry, but I have no real desire to be a screwed-up manchild’s puppet. That’s not how I roll."

[gamemasterordon]

"There are other contestants in the facility. In the VERY unlikely event that you succeed, they will be stranded here with no way home. In the astronomically more likely event that you fail, you will be killed, and the other contestant's lives will become much, MUCH worse."

Ordon's voice crackles through the speakers. "Unless, that is, you die in a sufficiently entertaining manner."

[gamemasterordon]

(Sean? You there?)

[gamemasterordon]

(It’s bad form to walk out on an RP unannounced, Sean.)

[gamemasterordon]

(You have until the clock reads X:45.)

[gamemasterordon]

(Sean? You there?)

[gamemasterordon]

(It's bad form to walk out on an RP unannounced, Sean.)

[gamemasterordon]

(Sean? You there?)

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[gamemasterordon]

As soon as contact is made, Sean finds himself in a sterile room. A Dado, essentially an extremely lifelike android, stands nearby, smiling.

"Good evening, White, I am to be your personal assistant for your stay in the Games. Here is your vest, and you are required to wear this cuff. Do not attempt to remove it. Your arm will come off long before the cuff does."

Before Sean can react, the cuff is slipped around his left foreleg, then pushed all the way to the bicep area.

"If you’ll come this way, I’ll show you to your room."

[seanthegriffon]

"Ah, question before I go. Could you tell me where the owner is? I never take on a job without meeting the client." Sean’s tone was rather even-keel.

[gamemasterordon]

"I do apologize for any preconceptions. This is not a mercenary job. These are the Games. You are a competitor here, not an assassin."

[seanthegriffon]

"Alright then." Sean shrugged… before drawing Galeforce and thrusting it quickly at the android’s head. "I’ll see my own way to him then. And I do apologize for your preconceptions as well. I have no reason to compete in your sick little games. Stinger!”

[gamemasterordon]

The Dado simply ducks to the side. “I would strongly advise against attempting to confront him. It’s better for everyone if you just play the games.”

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[gamemasterordon]

As soon as contact is made, Sean finds himself in a sterile room. A Dado, essentially an extremely lifelike android, stands nearby, smiling.

"Good evening, White, I am to be your personal assistant for your stay in the Games. Here is your vest, and you are required to wear this cuff. Do not attempt to remove it. Your arm will come off long before the cuff does."

Before Sean can react, the cuff is slipped around his left foreleg, then pushed all the way to the bicep area.

"If you’ll come this way, I’ll show you to your room."

[seanthegriffon]

"Ah, question before I go. Could you tell me where the owner is? I never take on a job without meeting the client." Sean’s tone was rather even-keel.

[gamemasterordon]

"I do apologize for any preconceptions. This is not a mercenary job. These are the Games. You are a competitor here, not an assassin."

[gamemasterordon]

Roster Update

White has been assigned to Sean Cináed White Dado name: Unassigned.

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[seanthegriffon]

"More than you probably think."

[gamemasterordon]

"Oh, really? Might I invite you over for tea, then~? Just step on the plate and we’ll discuss things."

A metallic plate materializes, Ordon’s face giving a pleasant smile. 

[seanthegriffon]

"I prefer coffee, myself. All the same…" The griffon stepped on the plate, a smirk of his own on his face.

[gamemasterordon]

As soon as contact is made, Sean finds himself in a sterile room. A Dado, essentially an extremely lifelike android, stands nearby, smiling.

"Good evening, White, I am to be your personal assistant for your stay in the Games. Here is your vest, and you are required to wear this cuff. Do not attempt to remove it. Your arm will come off long before the cuff does."

Before Sean can react, the cuff is slipped around his left foreleg, then pushed all the way to the bicep area.

"If you'll come this way, I'll show you to your room."

[gamemasterordon]

(OOC) To all contestants:

For sake of sanity, please fill out an application and send it in (And if you think it's missing stuff, tell me.)

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[seanthegriffon]

"More than you probably think."

[gamemasterordon]

"Oh, really? Might I invite you over for tea, then~? Just step on the plate and we'll discuss things."

A metallic plate materializes, Ordon's face giving a pleasant smile. 

[gamemasterordon]

"Do you seriously think peoples' lives are a game, you sick freak?"

"If I did, what could YOU do about it?"

[gamemasterordon]

Without opening her eyes she quickly snatches the earmuffs and puts them on, sighing.

Ordon giggles at the sight, then cuts the communications.

[gamemasterordon]

She takes a very deep breath, exhales slowly and closes her eyes, and imagines herself brutally murdering Ordon in several different scenarios while she waits for Vlad.

Vlad eventually returns with earmuffs. "These were the only ones we have here." He holds out a pink frilly pair with glitter hearts on them.