"The Machine will keep you alive
The Machine is alive
The Machine will help you survivie
The Machine will always survive.
Always."The poem is the first thing they opened their eyes to. It was scratched into the wall roughly, yet it had a kind of menacing glow. The next thing most of them realise is that they are in a cell. The walls are white, with some dirt on them. The room is well lit and ventilated. The door, a pale grey, has no knob on the inside. There is only the faintest of cracks that even suggest that the door is separate from the walls.
They all realize this relatively close to the same time. After that, there's no telling what any of them felt. Maybe they felt confusion, maybe fear, maybe anger... It didn't matter at this point. They were all in the game now, and the Machine wouldn't let them leave without a fight. And, if it had its way, none of them would ever leave.
They are each from the Outside, but that's the only thing they remember. They can't recall any memories of their old lives, only that they weren't from this place. And, naturally, an instinct was born in all of them: Escape.
A paper floats down from the ceiling. There's no clue as to where it came from. It reads:
"Welcome to the Machine. The Machine is alive. It controls you now. If the Machine is happy, so are you. It doesn't matter what the Machine wants, it you shall give it. If it wants fear, you give it fear. If it wants blood, you give it blood. If it wants you, you give it you. Otherwise, the Machine will take what it wants itself. Obey the Machine, and you will survive.
There are others here, just like you, each of them pathetically human the way you are. Interact with them how you may, but if the Machine commands you to action, you shall do so without question.
Do not escape.
Do not disobey.
-The Machine"The eyes of the compound watch, the Machine taking in their reactions. Some are angry, some fearful, some disbelieving. They'd believe soon enough. Until then, let the game begin. The doors slide open with the slightest of grinding noises. The mice are now loose, and the cat is waiting to pounce.
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=28&t=1137511This RP is pretty much a cross between the Hunger Games and Incarceron. You do not need to even know of these books to join. I'm just hoping that saying my inspiration will make my RP seem more appealling. This is semi-lit by the way/