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Event: Stranded
You walk into an Alleyway to find a kid with Red hair, blue eyes, and dark skin. They look like they haven't eaten or drank anything in days and that they are terrified.
Will you interact?
Yes ->
No ->
Promo: @the-wonder-sisters @ask-ultimate-mortician @human-monokuma @natsueyama @carnival-of-carnage @z0mb13-b0yfr13nd
Picrew
Hitoshi plucked the small white card off of the tree, quickly scanning the information on it. “Well now, this is interesting...” He would have to keep an eye out for this ‘Tomura Shigaraki’. Given what he had just been told, he would like to speak to the man as soon as possible.
He was just walking along, whistling. Wondering if he could smoke any of the plants he passed. Must have been a smoker before this, then, he thought, smiling as he figured out another (probable) fact about himself.
Or maybe memory loss just made people act weird. Either way, he didn’t actually know which plants were safe for that or not.
@simvlacrvm liked for a mha-stranded starter
Shoto hadn’t been all that focused on finding any of the others mentioned in the note he had found. In fact, he had been trying to avoid them, mostly. He had headed straight into the forest and was looking for a suitable area to make into a base camp.
Before he could get anything set up, though, he found himself face to face with someone else. Already suspicious, he stepped back into a defensive stance, his hatchet in one hand. Of course, he had no intention of using it on a person (his quirk would be much more effective), but holding it like he did at least made him look a little more intimidating.
“Who are you?” he asked, looking the man over for any clue that he was anything other than another unfortunate participant in that ‘announcer’s’ game.
Like/reblog if you’re part of the mha-stranded event and would like a starter!
Event: Stranded - Start!
((Note: I will still be doing normal threads outside of this event, but all asks will be assumed to be for this Shoto unless otherwise specified.))
mha-stranded:
Your muse wakes up hearing the crashing of waves and the sounds of wildlife. They know this is not where they went to sleep, but they aren’t sure where it was that they did fall asleep. Or where they live. Or their job, or name, or any important personal detail really.
Upon investigation they are on a beach. There is no sign of civilization anywhere nearby. There is however, a backpack. Inside your muse will find a nametag with their full legal name, some rope, a small axe, flint, a container for water, a map, compass, and a note.
The note reads:
Hello my friends! By now you’ve likely noticed you don’t know who you are, where you are or what’s going on. Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out in time. Your goal is to get out of here. There are others here like you, or not like you? That is to say you are all either a hero, or a villain. You will figure out who is who based on your interactions with them and through clues about the inhabitants of the island scattered throughout the area. My suggestion is to find the other people on this island and introduce yourselves. These will be your friends and enemies, those that will help you escape, or maybe sabotage you
Good luck
-Your announcer
As soon as he woke, the boy was on his feet. This isn’t right. I’m not meant to be here. At least, he didn’t think he was. He had no memory of falling asleep there. Actually, no memory of anything concrete. Already, he could feel panic setting in. He rummaged through the nearby backpack for any clues as to what was going on.
The note was... honestly more distressing than his situation. It was written like he was in some sort of sick game. His memories... maybe they weren’t lost, maybe they were taken. An ice-cold feeling gripped his heart at the thought. Who could have done that? And why?
He wouldn’t figure it out by just standing there. And besides, he couldn’t spend all day on the beach. His first objective was to survive. Then he could figure out everything else after. And depending on what was going on, he could track down that ‘announcer’ and...
Well, he would figure that out when he got to it.
Event: Stranded - Start!
mha-stranded:
Your muse wakes up hearing the crashing of waves and the sounds of wildlife. They know this is not where they went to sleep, but they aren’t sure where it was that they did fall asleep. Or where they live. Or their job, or name, or any important personal detail really.
Upon investigation they are on a beach. There is no sign of civilization anywhere nearby. There is however, a backpack. Inside your muse will find a nametag with their full legal name, some rope, a small axe, flint, a container for water, a map, compass, and a note.
The note reads:
Hello my friends! By now you’ve likely noticed you don’t know who you are, where you are or what’s going on. Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out in time. Your goal is to get out of here. There are others here like you, or not like you? That is to say you are all either a hero, or a villain. You will figure out who is who based on your interactions with them and through clues about the inhabitants of the island scattered throughout the area. My suggestion is to find the other people on this island and introduce yourselves. These will be your friends and enemies, those that will help you escape, or maybe sabotage you
Good luck
-Your announcer
The man stared up at the sky for a long moment. It was... actually somewhat peaceful, really, just lying there. Although, the sand was sort of getting in his hair. Had he been shipwrecked or something? The whole eyepatch situation he had going on made him suspect for a moment that he might be a pirate.
He was pretty sure that wasn’t right, but who knew? Certainly not him. The lack of memories struck him as something a reasonable person should be worried about. He wasn’t too worried, but he supposed that just meant he wasn’t a reasonable person.
With a long sigh, he sat up and started looking through the backpack. Hiroshi Ito, huh? That was probably his name. Or, at least, the name he was supposed to go by on the island. He couldn’t take for granted the truth of any information he was given, not when he didn’t remember anything.
Still, he tossed the items back in his backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and started to look around. Maybe he would find another person around, or at least something fun to occupy his time.
