/rp/ - Roleplay

>>93
>get kidnapped.
>you are in a room, hanging upside down from a spiky metal chain that is attached to your most sensitive organs, just close enough to the floor (which is also metal) to take some weight off of it.
>said chains are connected to a generator.
>the inside of your thighs have thin cuts.
>torturer comes in, experiments with all kinds of unique and creative methods designed to cause you to scream, and maybe just for fun as well, and by the end of every week takes one of your senses away, either by rupturing your ear drums, gouging your eyes out, removing any sense of taste or smell by removing your tongue, and finally destroying the nerve endings that allow you to feel pain at all.
>the last sensations you had were of pain and agony, your mind is now free to wonder endlessly until they decide to let you die.
>your sense of time is utterly disoriented, you begin to see horrific hallucinations fueled by your own morbid curiosity and fear.
>you cannot escape your own mind, you can only hope for a swift death.

how do you like it?

>>94
>Receive a letter in your Mailbox.
>It invites you to be the guest of a gameshow you never heared of.
>The pay is good, so you decide to go there.
>The Bureau of the gameshow is in a eary place, old industrial area.
>Before you can do anyhting, they capture you.

>You wake up in a room with 5 Other "guests"
>An alarm sounds, announcing the first "game".
>A door opens into another room.
>You and the others step in. There is a big pit full with spikes, and two blades leading across it.
>A voice tells you and the others about the first game: "You have to walk across the blades to make it to the next round. However, only the first four will be able to do that."
>As you walk across the blade, cutting your feet, behind you, two people end up having a fight.
>They, an older man and a thick woman fall into the spikes, bloodily impaling themselves.

>You and the two remaining persons make it across, with hurting, bloody feet.

(1/2)

>>94
>>95
(2/2) cont.

>you head into the next room, followed by the others.
>there is a contraption with four seats, most likely the next round.
>you guessed right, the voice instructs you three to take a seat and let the game start.
>having no choice but to follow, the three of you sit down in the big "chairs"
>instantly, straps around your wrists and ancles close, locking you in the chair.
>like the others, you can feel a barrel against the back of your head.
>the game starts.
>this time it´s a game of roulette.
>using a microphone in front of you, you can say what you bet on.
>the first round is over, you have the second highest ammount of chips.
>you witness the man with the lowest ammount have his heart impaled with a rusty metal dart from behind.
> as things now begin to get serious, you´re beginning to sweat more and more, and accidentally bet on the wrong thing.
> the final thing you hear is a clicking, then a slaughter´s bolt crushes your brain from behind.

good enough ?