Role title: Brick



Flavour:
You're not smart or witty. You weren't put on this Earth to solve riddles or puzzles. You won't take the lead in a dangerous situation and it takes you just a little longer to catch up than it does most.

To get by in a world you were not made for, you were given enormous physical capacity. You are a behemoth of a man. If you stand in a doorway, nobody will get through. You made your way as a bouncer until you got fired for breaking somebody's arm in three places.

With no job you could do without ridicule or success you made your way with a travelling circus under the title "the human brick". People would throw things at you, shoot cannons at you and smash you over the head. Nothing stopped you or phased you. But it was a happy time and you enjoyed yourself.

Now you've been cast away from all of that by an evil man and you aren't sure what to do. But you know that you can make it through just about everything that could be thrown at you.

Win condition:
You win if you or any sane prisoners escape whilst you are still alive.

Role Type: Passive

Role Ability:
You are immune to all effects of traps for the entirety of the game. You are also immune from death one time. If you are alone with a player you may also choose to kill them.

However you cannot move first in a phase and must only follow somebody else who has moved. If you are on your own you may move in any direction. If you do not choose to move you will automatically follow the first person to leave the room.

In addition to this your sheer size makes it impossible for you to use items though you may pick them up and trade them, and all of your posts in the game must contain no more than three words. Failure to post in this way will result in you being mod-killed.

Please use this thread for submitting any private actions.

Phase 14 Actions:
A word assembles in your mind. You don't understand but it's there. It's so confusing to you. Oh well. You didn't think it because you rarely think anything.

"NO"

Phase 23 Actions:
Though you don't entirely understand the consequences of having a grenade blow up in your vicinity, you don't have the capacity to question it. Far from losing you an arm, the explosion has weakened you considerably. It seems a blast to the face takes a lot out.

You are no longer immune from death. You may be killed through any means other than a trap.

Walter walked in front of the group as he glared up into the eyes of the beast. It snarled and opened its jaws wide, revealing the hellish red light once more. Walter just glared it down. He was not afraid. Fear was not an emotion he understood very well. Grunting, he stepped forth and walked up to the beast as it gripped the sword with a snarl.

Ninefingers looked on in horror.

"Walter run!" He yelled.

Walter turned his head slowly around. He wasn't the fastest at keeping up with events.

"What you say?"

Jeffrey's eyes widened.

"HEISENBERG, DUCK NOW!"

Walter looked back with a sadness in his eyes. He really wished he understood things better. These puzzles were getting harder and harder. And his shoulder hurt. Why did they keep asking him to do stuff? He just wanted to tag along and see all the colours.

"Where is duck?" He asked slowly.

There was a horrible fleshy sound.

Walter looked down at his body as the innards spilled onto the floor. Was it meant to do that?

Suddenly things didn't seem that hard anymore. Naptime...naptime was a nice time....things were so much easier when he was...a....slee....p

He looked up through drowsy eyes as the group stared in horror at his form.

"N......in.......ey...........good.......frie......nd."

Ninefingers jerked his head back. He'd told the man to do it and he was praising his efforts?

"Miss.......Nata.......lie..........lot....s..."

"She........he....lp..............me......"

"Underst.....and..........this........"

Walter's eyes closed.

Naptime....was.........nice.......t-ime.....

The beast raised its bloody sword and lunged forth. It cleaved the body into several pieces as the group looked on in abject horror.