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Dread, a game of Horror and Hope.

Labyrinths of the Mind is the name of my game, and here's the idea for everyone here:

Welcome to the school for the gifted. The psychicly gifted. You've been here as long as you remember, learning history, politics, and how to control your ever growing powers. Long ago, your parents were told how great this school would be, how it would help you.

Now that you're here, you find it boring. Life is planned to the second. And the students all refer to the classrooms as 'the labs.' The dorms are large, public affairs, with four to eight children per room.

This is the setting you will be playing in. I now need to take roll call. Everyone playing, sound in.

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To keep the thread clean, I ask that no one bumps this thread. Except for ooc questions while the game is being run, I ask that all OOC happens elsewhere in the guild, including back at the original thread. I would like each player interested to post once, below this post, so that I know who to PM questionairres to.

I will delete post that does not follow the above procedure. I hope everyone understands.

I will post my replys to sign ups here.

GAAAAAAME ON!

I guess I will participate. I am willing to learn this.

As stated before, it will be one of my first times role-playing, but I'll give it a try. 3nodding

And now, boys and girls, welcome to Dread, a wholly unique gaming experience designed to, like a good horror novel, to evoke its namesake. Through the game, I hope to draw you deep into your characters, to make you feel as visceral a fear as you feel when listening to a good ghost story.

To explain how I've modified the tower, the physical construct that gives a real reason to fear the narrative, I will say it will require the dice roller on Gaia. Any time you do something above and beyond normal activities; breaking down doors, fighting, using your abilities; you need to roll a four sided die. This roll will add to a tally that affects all players. When the tally reaches a number between 41 and 59; a number only I, your Host, will know; the player who's roll put the tally to that point is removed from the game. How is entirely up to me.

Now that I have introduced you to all the rules you need to enjoy our little venture, let me introduce you all to your fellow cast mates:

Harmony Note is playing Zenith, a precognitive with an innocent streak. Attempting to get the best out of her visions, she is often butting in to situations others would rather she stay out of.

Prophyt is playing Malachi, a psychic who's ability doesn't seem to fit any pattern. He often seems standoffish, but that also seems to be changing lately.

Bakura Amane is playing Clara, another clairvoyant who seems steeped in the occult side of psychic abilities.

Billy Styles is playing Rex, a seemingly standoffish bloke who rarely talks about his past. His power seems to be telekinesis, but he doesn't really show off much.

bebop_edward is playing Shane, a young man who seems to have a disdain for everyone around him. His abilities, if the teachers aren't lying, is the ability to bend light to his will.
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Our story begins during the evening of an ordinary day. You all attend your classes as normal, the sun shines, the children play, you learn a little better how to control each of your unique abilities.

The day closes swiftly, and clouds rolled over, blotting the rising moon. Night in your dorm was quiet, each of you absorbed in your various tasks.

Clara sat on her bed, laying out spread after spread on her bed, muttering about this card or that combination. She occasionally would glance across the room, worry creasing her features.

Rex leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, occasionally popping a single ceiling tile up and back into place.

Malachi has a stack of books and was swinging a crystal on a chain over them, a look of focus on his face.

Zenith lay brushing her ragdoll's hair, happily ignoring the rest of the room.

Shane sits on his bed, his hand reached out to an overhead bulb, the bulb's light fading and brightening again and again.

As lights out was called, you all turn over in your beds and slowly descend into sleep. The night passes swiftly, until midnight, when Zenith wakes screaming.

Malachi's eyes flew open as soon as the screaming started, and he wildly flailed about, scattering books of history and psychic lore around the room before falling from his bed and hitting the floor with a dull -THUD-. From the pitch of the voice, he surmised one of the girls was screaming. Ugh...what time is it? he asked himself, head ringing from the shrill voice. Searching blindly about his bed in the darkened room for a few moments, he finally realized his focus crystal hung on a slim silver chain tied about his neck. He clutched it for security.

"Jason.... Jason what do I do? What do I do now?"

Jason?...that was the name of that little doll made by Zenith...

"Z?" he whispered quietly. "Z, it's Mal...are you all right? Damned the lights...Ouch!" He had stubbed his toe against one of the larger tomes. "Zenith, where are you?" he asked, trying to follow the gentle sobs.

Malachi waved his arms slowly around in front of him as he stepped forward, feeling his way across the room to Zenith's bed...

Rex lays still in his bed. Not trying to get involved in the dealings of others. He is at this school not for others but for himself. He tries to go back to sleep, but his body is not used to the warm softness of the bed he is on.

Rex (to himself): Well, we are going to hear all about it in the morning.

He closes his eyes to try to sleep.