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Assassination School



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Sun Oct 30, 2016 1:41 pm
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Assassination School


You weren't ready when the aliens arrived at your boarding school and announced that every student and teacher would be participating in a 'social experiment'...

"The purpose of the experiment," they explained, "is for us to observe how a human conscience, its morals and values, and an individual's physical and mental capabilities can determine the behaviours of outcomes."

They are also curious about a particular human quality that they themselves do not understand or posses:

Empathy.


The Experiment

The experiment is simple: Each person must assassinate as many people as they can within one year. Each murder counts as one point to the score of the individual. At the end of each month the people with the five lowest scores will be automatically eliminated.

However, there is a catch: You mustn't get caught. If either your target or a witness catches you in the act or suspects your assassination plan, you will become the main target of everyone for a total of 24 hours. These lucky individuals are called Populars, and a poster of their name and face will be displayed on notice boards throughout the school.

If a person manages to kill a Popular then they are rewarded with A.I. (Assassination Immunity) for an entire week, during which no one can kill them.

Apart from these minor distractions, classes and school life will operate as normal, with an additional compulsory subject called 'Weapons Training'.

Also, the aliens will be watching everything through the surveillance cameras positioned everywhere in the school, including outside areas. The cameras have visual but no sound. If you try and leave the school grounds or refuse to participate the aliens will instantly eliminate you.


The School

The boarding school is divided into classrooms, residential areas (or dorms), and facilities. There is one girls dorm and one boys dorm for each student grade, and the teachers have their own private dormitory. Each dorm is divided into rooms containing a minimum of two students (or one teacher), and each room has its own bathroom.

The school facilities are:
Spoiler! :
Inside
- The Library
- The Cafeteria
- The Science Labs
- The Sports Gymnasium
- The Teachers' Lounge
- The Sickbay
- The Indoor Pool
- The Assembly Hall
- The Home-Ec Kitchens
- The Locker Hallways
- The Counselling Office
- The Administration Office
- The Principal's Office
- The Detention Room

Outside
- The Front Gardens
- The Back Courtyard
- The School Oval
- The Shed
- The School Roof
- The Teachers' Garage

The Arts and Crafts Club

The characters of this story will form a secret rebel group to take down the aliens and stop the experiment, under the guise of 'The Arts and Crafts Club' in Room 105 at lunchtime. Until their goal is possible, they are forced to participate in the experiment in order to survive.


Rules

1. Keep it realistic (we all know you want to be a ninja and slaughter everyone, but that wouldn't make for a very interesting story, now would it?)
2. Badass moves are permissible, but no god-modding please.
3. Refrain from heavy graphics when it comes to violence.
4. Minimal swearing.
5. Correct spelling and grammar, and have your character's name above each post.
6. Don't get too frisky with the romance :wink:.
7. Post regularly.
8. Ask the creator before killing off their character. You can kill as many NPCs as you want.
9. Be inventive! Think of original plans to kill your target.
10. Most importantly, have fun!


Character Template

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[b]Preferred Weapon (be creative!):[/b]

[b]Preferred Murder Tactic (e.g. direct, at a distance, in a team etc.):[/b]

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I guess you could say this is one killer story. Be stealthy, and try not to die!





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Mon Nov 14, 2016 8:45 am
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Seth Giddy

It had happened before the assembly that Friday morning, towards the end of first period. Seth had been scratching at the bit of wood peeling off his student desk, thinking about the cookies he’d be baking in Home Ec. after lunch break. The faint ticking of the classroom clock could be heard under the long, droning sentences of Seth’s History teacher.

His day had been pretty successful so far; he’d woken early enough to claim the dorm bathroom before his muscular roommate could push him aside. Seth was often pushed aside like that… but not today. Today he felt abnormally positive about himself.

“Yo, Sethy,” a voice muttered from the desk beside Seth. Jason Davies -- the senior boy who had been pestering Seth all semester. “I got another good one: Yo momma’s so ugly even Bob the Builder said, ‘We can’t fix it.’” The sound of Jason’s obnoxious laughter caused Seth’s jaw to clench. Seth had tried numerous times to shut Jason up in the past, but there was no stopping this guy once he started.

From the corner of his eye Seth caught Jason grinning stupidly. “Or how about this one: Yo momma’s so ugly, the army doesn’t use guns anymore -- they use her picture.”

More irritating laughter from Jason’s direction. Seth refused to look at him. The chipped wood on Seth's desk was almost gone.

“Mr. Davies, quiet in the back!” yelled the History teacher. Seth could count the veins in his teacher’s forehead.

“Psht, whatever,” Jason grumbled under his breath, crossing both arms as the teacher resumed the lesson. There were a few heavenly minutes of silence that followed. Only a few.

“Sethy. Yo, Sethy,” said Jason, jabbing his finger repeatedly into the side of Seth’s arm.

“It’s Seth,” Seth corrected, anger simmering underneath his tone.

Jason smirked. “Whatever. You’ll like this one: Yo momma’s so stupid, she tried to commit suicide by jumping out the basement window—”

Before Seth could register what he was doing, his chair scraped backwards and his fist slammed hard against Jason’s desk surface. It hurt. Images of an earthquake flashed across Seth’s vision. He saw his parents’ dead bodies, crushed and bloodied under building rubble.

“I hope you die!” Seth snapped at Jason, fury blazing outward from his expression. He had never done anything remotely this dramatic before. He had always let himself get pushed, but not once had he pushed back.

Jason was frozen in his seat, his eyes wide with shock. The entire class was watching the two of them. Some faces appeared amused.

“Mr. Giddy! What on Earth—"

The teacher cut off mid-sentence when Seth grabbed his schoolbag and swung it over his back. Seth could feel the eyes of the class watching him as he left the classroom, head down and heart pounding. What had he just done?

The hallway outside was deserted, its vast floors squeaking under Seth’s chukka boots. After the coast was clear, Seth dumped his backpack and gripped the sides of his messy, dark brown hair, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes.

“Whatcha doing?” a girl’s voice questioned nearby.

The sound startled Seth, and he quickly dropped his arms, his amber eyes springing open again. Hadn’t he been alone just now?

Standing beside the door opposite Seth’s classroom was a strong-looking girl that he'd never met before. She had short, blonde hair and light blue eyes, with a shy awkwardness that reflected through her posture. Seth judged her to be in the year below him.

“Nothing,” Seth replied, attempting to appear neutral. The girl must have exited the other classroom only a second ago.

The girl nodded seriously, as if she understood his need for privacy, and didn’t say anything more. Her stare was quite intense.

The stillness between them was suddenly interrupted by the hallway speakers: “Attention all staff and students! Please move immediately to the Assembly Hall for an important announcement.”

Seth exchanged a glance with the blonde girl, who seemed just as clueless as he was. Through the walls he could hear the ruckus of people moving from their desks and teachers regaining authority above the chatter.

Doors opened. Students flooded out. The school was in motion.

All Seth and the girl could do was join the naïve herd -- the herd that would soon become killers.








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