Clue rpg

well thats sorta because the RPG was basically over and you came in and tried to revive it when it was already dead. there's nothing left to do because you just had us chase you all over the place!
 
ooc: AND BRAD SAVES THE DAY!!!

ic: Mark screamed. His father's sullen, enraged face stared back at him over the mahogany desk, ominous in the shadows cutting beneath his high cheekbones. He pulled the boy violently toward him with a mere flick of a finger, so that their faces were just inches apart.

"Mark," seethed the man. Mark could smell stale wine on his breath. "You have betrayed me."

Mark writhed in the tight, phantom manacles but the bonds held fast, constricting him with tighter force like the muscular trunk of a rattlesnake.

"I'll give these girls one more chance," he growled. "One more chance, or their souls are mine forever. The traps will be more gruesome this time--so gruesome, in fact, that I will be feasting on their very heads tomorrow night if they cannot escape the mansion. Mark," he said, pulling the boy's face ever closer to his, so that their noses touched. "They will not escape this time."

And with that, the man flicked a bony finger and sent Mark sailing through the darkness, hurtling through a web of hallways and landing in a broken heap at the foot of the grand staircase.
 
The Half-Blood Prince said:
ooc: AND BRAD SAVES THE DAY!!!

ic: Mark screamed. His father's sullen, enraged face stared back at him over the mahogany desk, ominous in the shadows cutting beneath his high cheekbones. He pulled the boy violently toward him with a mere flick of a finger, so that their faces were just inches apart.

"Mark," seethed the man. Mark could smell stale wine on his breath. "You have betrayed me."

Mark writhed in the tight, phantom manacles but the bonds held fast, constricting him with tighter force like the muscular trunk of a rattlesnake.

"I'll give these girls one more chance," he growled. "One more chance, or their souls are mine forever. The traps will be more gruesome this time--so gruesome, in fact, that I will be feasting on their very heads tomorrow night if they cannot escape the mansion. Mark," he said, pulling the boy's face ever closer to his, so that their noses touched. "They will not escape this time."

And with that, the man flicked a bony finger and sent Mark sailing through the darkness, hurtling through a web of hallways and landing in a broken heap at the foot of the grand staircase.
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ooc: *hugs*

um.. still dunno what to do.. me is possesed in the attic, lol...
 
ooc: Ewwwwwwwwwww man did you have to be so nasty Brad? What is this about "feasting on their heads?"

ic: Lily looked around. Panicked, she whispered, "Okay, where did THAT come from?" She had heard a crash from a floor beneath them. "It definitely wasn't Charlie in the attic..."
 
The Half-Blood Prince said:
ooc: Here, I got it, everyone got flung back into the foyer. The terrors start up all over again. Make them GRUESOME!!! :D
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ooc: whats with all this gross and gruesome stuff? you might have to help with this gruesome part.... lol

ic: as eveyr one was 'flug' back to the foyar, Charlie was still unconscience from her last crash.

ooc: oh yeah Brad.. my character is supposed to become friends with you to try and figure stuff out so we still need you....
 
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