[color=00a99d][i]The citizens of this city do not know that they are part of something.  Well, a handful do.  Now, you do.  Some of us players have called it The Game, The Restart, The Second Chance, Being Recycled, and a myriad of other names in the past.  

In short:  you're dead.  Well, kind of.  You died.  You remember that, don't you?  I know it's fuzzy, like a dream.  But it's real.  You died.  And now you're here.  I'm gunna tell you some things, and you're gunna freak.  You'll call me a liar.  You may panic.  Hell, I've seen quite a few different reactions.  

First, if you listen to me, you'll be able to leave this room and you'll be able to go back to whatever.  If not, well.  I guess you'll just be dead again.  But you know.  For real.

In about 20 minutes, you're going to blink and we're going to be somewhere else.  We're gunna fight...things.  See those lockers.  There are suits and weapons in there.  Put it on, ask questions.  Figure it out.  Listen to me.  Stick by me.  

Or don't.  

I see you lookin' at me like you're not fully making sense of this.  Suit up.  Kill.  Go home.  

And one more thing.  There's 3 rooms over there.  After you suit up, if you do, find someone, and fuck 'em.  It charges the suit.  [/i][/color]

[color=00a99d][b][u]~Last speech of Peter Groths, longest player, before dying in his 89th game.[/u][/b][/color]


((This RP is heavily influenced by the Gantz world of manga/anime/movies.  ))

One note:  Players can NOT talk about The Game to anyone OUTSIDE of the game.