dorama was the first to wake, if you could call it waking. He was aware of himself, but still lost in a black oblivion. He tried to move, but felt that he did not have a body. It took time -- he did not know how long -- for any feeling to return. His eyelids felt heavy as stone, but after much effort he was able to force them open. His eyes seemed to swim in a sea of dark fog.
Then his vision cleared, and he was able to make out the details of the room. There were desks and cubicles arranged somewhat like an office building as far as the scarce, dim light could reveal. His adjusting vision could make out dark silhouettes about the hallways, whom he eventually recognized to be other people. It was staged, he thought. Someone meant to blow up that crate, and now we're here, kidnapped. He tried to get up, but nothing happened. He tried again, struggling with all his might, but he could only lift himself an inch or so before he fell back down. The gas, he thought. I'm still paralyzed from the gas.
For a few minutes he lay there and did nothing but try to move occasionally, resulting in only feeble twitches. He noticed the sounds of movement and waking groans around him after a while; the others were coming around. dorama himself was regaining control of his body. He tried to get up once again, and this time he succeeded, reaching up onto a nearby table for support. He stood up shakily and looked around, and now he could recognize the faces of his comrades around him; LifeVirus, DrKirth, Makilaz, Isosceles. He walked around the room, attempting to rouse some of his friends, and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. Everyone who was here was at the meeting.
"Where are we?" asked a voice behind him. It was pntballa18, struggling to his feet. "Looks like an office building," responded dorama. "I don't know what anyone had in mind by knocking us out and moving us here, but this was all definitely planned. We've been kidnapped."
"What? By who?" pnt responded, still a bit dazed. "I don't know..." for a moment, dorama thought of a horrible possibility, but he didn't see how they could have done it. No, they couldn't have done it...could they?
As he pondered this, more people began to rise. Cries of "What's happening?" and "Where are we?" and other mutterings of confusion pervaded the room. A hum of conversation had built up when an unseen intercom crackled. At once the talking ceased and everyone jumped back, startled.
"Hello, honorable members of the Second Revolution." The voice over the speakers had a dark, synthesized quality to it. "I'm sure you're all wondering where you are, and why you are here. Before I tell all, I would like for you all to notice who is present. Note that not all of your friends from the assembly are here."
DrKirth stepped forward "How did you know about--"
"Patience, patience," the voice on the speaker interrupted. "Everything will be explained in due time. As I was saying, all of you here share a common interest, something you all enjoyed doing in a certain part of FFR."
They looked around and were puzzled at first, but slowly they came to realize what he meant...
"No. No way." Not even DarkManticoreX2 was prepared.
"How do you think you got here? There are traitors in your midst. Now, I am offering you a way out. You will all have a role to play in the events that unfold. Of course there are the same basic mechanics at this game's core as your beloved Werewolf Games, but this is different. There will be several factions in this game. Some might compete for the allegiance of certain people. Some might sit will with others, while some may not. Who will you trust? How far are you willing to go? You will have to answer these questions yourself."
"You sick bastard." DarkManticoreX2 retorted.
"Call me all the name you want, dear boy. I assure you that the game will go on."
"What if we don't want to play?"
"Then I'll detonate the explosive charge implanted in your bodies and kill you all."
At this, everyone searched themselves, and all encountered a scar on their sides. Worried murmurings spread throughout the group
"The only way out is my way. It will be interesting to see how this plays out. Now, I will be broadcasting all your roles to you shortly. Only you will be able to hear your reports. From then on, everything is up to you. Goodbye."
The intercom switched off. Everyone fearfully awaited their reports, with no idea what awaited them in the near future.
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