Night 0
The incredibly good looking man sat at his laptop, writing a story. It had been a long time since he had handed off the reins of the RPSC to nobody at all. After his daughter was born, writing just hadn’t seemed so important anymore and after his son was born, it looked like that dream was gone forever.
Or was it? Things had come flooding back to him. Characters. Themes. Long game plot threads to make Claremont blush. He’d written for three hours straight, afraid that the muse would leave him. But it hasn’t. At last, he scrolled to the top to look at his story.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jakc a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dill boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dll boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Allwork and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
The handsome man began to shake uncontrollably. He fell out of his chair and convulsed on the ground until a piece of something flew out of him and became another him. He looked up at the new him in front of him and the handsome man laughed and laughed, a maniacal dangerous laugh. Another him left him.
“What’s wrong with mhee ho?” the handsome man asked.
“Nothing,” the third handsome man said, grinning from ear to ear. He reached his hand out to help his original self up.
“You just need a little rest.”
When the first took the third’s hand, electricity shot through his entire body, frying him alive. The second and third smiled to each other.
“After you,” the second said.
“Why thank you,” the third replied with a chuckle. And then they were gone, leaving the handsome man’s body lying on the floor.
As it turned out, the body was not in fact a dead body. Not completely, anyway. The body continued to spasm after the pair had left, sending out more and more incredibly handsome fellows.
The last one to be separated from the incredibly handsome man was a monster. The monster checked his gun and then looked at the body.
“I only need to save one,” the monster mumbled to himself. He pointed the gun at the original him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jack.”
The monster turned to see a familiar old man and and unfamiliar blonde one, both dressed in black.
“You’re not me. Neither of you are.”
The old man smiled. “No, we’re not, Jack. But we are him. Perhaps more than you are. That’s not why I gave you that gun.”
“Isn’t it?”
The old man paused.
“No. It isn’t. Move on, Jack.”
The monster looked at the old man and then his companion and then back to the old man.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then I’ll make you,” the blonde man said with a smirk. “Mongrel.”
The monster shrugged and walked away.
Day 1 begins now and will last 48 hours. The player with the most votes at the end of day will be executed. Votes on the poll will count but it is polite to call your vote in thread as well.
