Thunder rolled in the sky above. As flashes of lightning tumbled down and punctuated the dark air with energy, the ground shook and rumbled. A dark and cold wind blew over the dank looking motel as rain poured from the skies above.

Roth clambered up from the basement and braced himself firmly in the wind, his black robe blowing behind him. As he glared up into the distance, the young man called Kristoff appeared behind him wearily. He coughed as the cold shook him to his core. Roth turned around briefly and glanced back at the spectacle.

As he did there was a thudding noise from up above. Peering cautiously upwards he saw figures emerge from the doors above. He gritted his teeth as screams echoed out in the night. It was time. Withdrawing the gun from his pocket he stepped out into the storm. Kristoff looked on in horror.

With the gun pointed forwards, Roth looked up at the balcony as a man dropped his coffee all over the floor, raising his hands sharply.

"Woah woah woah!" He yelled down. "Easy man!"

Roth glared at the man before sliding the gun back away. It might not have come here yet but...he couldn't take any chances.

"We need to leave!" Roth yelled as figures mulled out into the parking lot staring on in sheer terror.

"What the hell is that thing?" A voice shouted into the night.

Roth looked back up at the horror instinctively. He watched it very carefully as it continued to spiral outwards.

In the stormy dark sky, what might have appeared to be a tornado had formed. Except it was a hundred times larger, and pitch black. Strange black shapes tumbled from the surface of the ghastly display as the clouds above shook. Though it was far away, it seemed to be spreading.

Roth turned sharply to face the crowd of people.

"You!" He yelled out to the receptionist. The guy looked startled.

"Wut?" he mumbled.

Roth looked around at the assembled crowd carefully before turning once again to face the rather miserable looking man who worked the desk.

"How many people are staying in this motel?"

The guy shrugged and shook his head, muttering something. Roth snarled and withdrew his gun. The crowd shrieked and mumbled as the man suddenly seemed to jump to attention.

Kristoff stepped gingerly towards Roth.

"Father...please...." He said calmly with a hint of nervousness in his voice. This wasn't the Roth he remembered.

Roth glanced back at his young friend before looking over at the receptionist.

"I'm not father anymore, Kristoff. I'll ask you again sir, how many?"

Trembling in fear, the receptionist muttered.

"Just 18."

Roth nodded. With the receptionist included, that meant 19. Accounting for him and Kristoff there were...he counted carefully...19 people standing around here. He breathed a sigh of relief. So far so good.

"Any staff?" Roth queried.

The receptionist shook his head. "'s night." He muttered.

Roth glared. "You don't have any security?"

The receptionist smiled nervously.

"I am security."

Roth looked on in disbelief. Why would anybody sleep here? He sighed and looked around to the crowd. The number of people matched which meant they hadn't been infiltrated yet. But even if they were to get infiltrated...who could say how that would take form. He looked back at the growing black shape on the horizon and made a decision.

"Listen up!" He yelled into the crowd.

"I know that you don't feel the need to trust a guy who is barking out orders and waving a gun around, and that decision is ultimately up to each one of you."

He glanced at Kristoff as he paused for a moment.

"However I can guarantee you that if you don't follow me right now, very bad things will happen."

The crowd murmured as Roth paused to consider the darkness behind him.

"You're all wondering what that thing is over there. I don't know the full details, but I did know that something was about to happen. Something so dark, evil and chaotic that it would bring about the end of the world as we know it."

There was more murmuring. The people didn't seem convinced. Roth sighed.

"How often do you all see big black clouds of pure darkness amass on the horizon? How often does the night turn into storm and the ground shake with each rumble of thunder? Don't want to believe me? Fine. Be my guest and stay here. But if you think that hanging around to watch what that thing turns into, to experience the darkness as it takes a hold of you, to be on the front row seat when the four horsemen of the apocalypse come knocking, you can be my guest too."

"Frankly, whatever you believe and whatever I believe, I know that hanging around and waiting to see what that thing does is not an option. I know of a military base not too far from here."

Roth looked at the vehicles in the parking lot. There was a small bus there.

"One of you can drive that thing. We're going to get on that bus, and we're going to find somewhere that's safe and has plenty of supplies and ammunition. The base is abandoned but the stocks won't be. I know this for a fact."

Kristoff looked sheepishly towards the ground as he closed his eyes sombrely. Roth was looking firmly at him as he said that last point. He knew it too. And he knew why.

But...

The only person he still trusted was this man right here. Dead or not, Kristoff had experienced things out of this world. Demons, ghosts, the apocalypse...none of this phased him in the slightest. Whatever was going to happen, he was going to stick behind Roth. He rushed over as more people milled towards the bus. Roth glared up at the dark cloud as the bus driver rushed off to grab the keys.

The receptionist wandered over nervously.

"That dude called you father...so like...are you a priest or some shit?" The receptionist looked on in disbelief. He'd never seen a priest wave a gun around before.

"I was." Said Roth as a smile crept over his face.

"But now, I'm a demon slayer."

Please confirm if you want to get on the bus and play Labyrinth 2.5. 19 people signed up to play, I need you each to confirm you're still in. The game will start September 4th, which is next Tuesday. I need confirmations by Monday, as I will be sending out role and win condition details on Tuesday. If you haven't confirmed by then, you can't play.

This game is an RPG which will take place over a number of 24 hour phases. The game has a set duration. It likely won't last above 3 weeks. Each phase will have a set of options or objectives to be completed which will be listed as and when the phases are posted.

An official list of rules will be posted closer to Tuesday. For now, please post in this thread to confirm you're still in, since it's been a while and I need to make sure. If your name on the below list does not have a (*) after it, you haven't confirmed yet.

Players:
Ari (*)
Boc (*)
Bryce (*)
Curtis (*)
Drrr (*)
Dutchiee (*)
Dylan (*)
ff_zero (*)
Helios (*)
Henry (*)
Jeff (*)
Malion
Natalie (*)
Patrick (*)
Rob (*)
Tayvie (*)
Vernon (*)
Vespis (*)
Waka (*)
Wikey (*)

hear hear. i do declare, my confirmation. good day.

I plan on being reckless and drunk. ACCESS CONFIRMED.

Confirming

here!

I'm in!

Y'all gonna get ROBBED.

Dylan is in.

So I have to wear the seat belt even though we're on a bus? Also, I have just drank some milk, don't go to quick or make too many turns cause I'll vomit in the trip.
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in, etc

Rob @ 30/8/2012 18:25

Y'all gonna get ROBBED.

I lol'd despite the pun.

Fare enough

confirm't

It seems like Roth has lost a little weight ... That's what I would have said if I had met him before...

I do solemnly swear to play the whole game and nothing but the game! I have a right to an attorney and a minotaur in the court of law. Bla blah balh yada bing bong banana panama.

oh. and i call shotgun.