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You have arrived at the house, a strange combination of old and modern styles from around the world, built on a large peice of ground. You have come in response to a very strange note:



<This is an RP game, much like Operation Storyteller except this one will eventually end. Signups are limited to the first six people. Anything goes, as long as your human, and not incredibly famous. remember to put out of character comments in OOC brackets:<message>. I reserve the right to veto anything, but I'll try not to kill whatever you start. After all, you have good ideas too! If you have suggestions or questions about ANYTHING, just PM me (you could ask me what I ate for breakfast for all I care).
To signup just post your character arriving at the house described above.
I hope you have fun!! >

Players-
-Noid
-Exibit A
-Kariia
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EDIT:Added signup spots.

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outofcyanide: ROLEPLAYING! That isn't O:ST! Long hath I dreamt of this daye. Can you sign me up now? I'm in fact in the middle of a large RP so I'll post tomorrow.

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collect package; save adorable cat; you're really gullible.

I'll sign up as Blake M. Noid, possibly some kind of assassin or something by night.

But by day he runs a small pizza place by the pier!

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Tom X. Ashford looked down at the note in his hand. This was the right place. He saw a man standing at the entrance, and walked up to him.

"Hello. I assume we're here for the same reason. My name's Tom Ashford."

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Blake noticed the man, looked at him, and nodded his head. "You know what this whole thing is about?"

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<Ok, just be sure to keep OOC posts in brackets of some kind. And if your caracter has any major background info (like being a muderer or something major like that) post it to me in a PM.>

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"No idea. I'm just responding to a message. Apparently, the same message you got." Tom gestured at the note sticking out of Blake's pocket.

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Blake just nodded, asking a question about this person to himself. An important question....

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Inside the mansion, a man was watching the two on a small televison screen, in the almost complete darkness of what looked like a security room. He pushed a nearby button. "Harold," said the man into a microphone, "our first guests are here. I don't know why they're not ringing or knocking, but show them in. And keep a very close eye on the one on the left, <thats Blake> he doesn't look like someone we sent an invitation to.
The man let his finger up, and sat back in his chair. Tonight was going to be a very interesting night.

Harold opened the door. He was a man of average height, but powerfully built and he acted like he knew how to use all of that muscle.
"Ah, the first guests." he said in a deep voice that went oddly with his Brittish accent. "Please, come in. And let me take your coats for you."

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<ahem, come back from the dead!>

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