[Participants awaken crowded together in a thread that appears to be a darkened, bombed out classroom. They're are all wearing school uniforms (http://memeroyale.dreamwidth.org/1294.html), and on closer inspection, will find a thin metal collar (http://i.imgur.com/3WZvW.jpg) around each of their necks.]
[Before much of anything can be established, the lights snap on and a video at the front of the classroom begins to play. A familiar celebrity chef appears onscreen, filing a kitchen knife with a sharpener]
Good evening ladies and gents. I'm your host, Gordon Ramsay, and welcome what I believe, may be the last moment of your lives. Yes, this is Battle Royale.
Now, to start, I would like to explain why you lot were chosen to watch this video. [He places the sharpener and knife on the table and places his hands behind his back] You were given the chance to create a new beginning. With the new location and advertisement, it's a wonder why it takes more than a week to finish off one part. The meme is so slow, it makes snails look like race cars. Nobody wants to be associated with lunatics such as yourselves.
This is why the higher ups have decided to implement the Battle Royale Act. ["BRA" appears on the side of the screen] The time you had to display how courteous and welcoming you are to new blood has run out. Changes will now be implemented to certify the meme's ultimate destruction.
Yes, I forgot to mention how we plan to do this: You have until this part to kill each other until one is left standing. Failure to do so will result in everybody's utter demise. This is a time for you to seriously start planning your own survival. Kill or be killed. Your objective is to win if you plan to live.
Now, I want you pieces of shits to listen carefully to the rules.
One. You are to stay here on the meme. As you will soon realize, the higher ups have installed a top of the line replica of Island Okoshima in the heart of the meme, and you are to fight in this area. It's about 10 kilometers in diameter, so please don't get lost.
Look here. [Holds up the same collar you all should have around your necks] These collars you're all wearing are completely indestructible and waterproof. No way to remove them. No use wishing them off or using powers. Not even God himself can tug this thing off. See this sensor here. [Points to the little monitor] This here monitors your pulse and location. Which brings me to another point: hiding will do nothing. Hide for too long, and your collar will blow you into bacon bits. Attempts to remove the collar will have the same result. I'm warning you not to try removing it if you plan on surviving. And I highly doubt our clean up crew will like moping up chunks of what used to be you.
What I would like for you to do now is to leave this thread individually after being given this bag. [Places a backpack on the table and takes an item out one-by-one] Inside, you will find these items: Shit trail mix, dry granola bar, three bottles of water as fresh as Walt Disney's head, a map of this forsaken island, a compass for people like Austria, a flashlight so you can pretend you have night vision, and finally... a weapon. Each weapon is different and may or may not be useful. May you luck out.
As for the map, as you can see we have labeled each location with different areas. There will be a forbidden zone each day, in which you should avoid unless you are utterly stupid or suicidal. Being caught in a forbidden zone will trigger your collar to explode, so please listen for which area is forbidden on the daily announcements.
One last thing: Please do not hurt or threaten the bystanders. Please use your tiny little brains to kill only those wearing collars and uniforms.
Now, let's begin.
[When the video is finished, each participant is called by number and given their bag, at which point they are free to do as they like.]
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[tl;dr: Here are the rules simplified and a map of the island with labeled zones for your convenience]
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[Before much of anything can be established, the lights snap on and a video at the front of the classroom begins to play. A familiar celebrity chef appears onscreen, filing a kitchen knife with a sharpener]
Good evening ladies and gents. I'm your host, Gordon Ramsay, and welcome what I believe, may be the last moment of your lives. Yes, this is Battle Royale.
Now, to start, I would like to explain why you lot were chosen to watch this video. [He places the sharpener and knife on the table and places his hands behind his back] You were given the chance to create a new beginning. With the new location and advertisement, it's a wonder why it takes more than a week to finish off one part. The meme is so slow, it makes snails look like race cars. Nobody wants to be associated with lunatics such as yourselves.
This is why the higher ups have decided to implement the Battle Royale Act. ["BRA" appears on the side of the screen] The time you had to display how courteous and welcoming you are to new blood has run out. Changes will now be implemented to certify the meme's ultimate destruction.
Yes, I forgot to mention how we plan to do this: You have until this part to kill each other until one is left standing. Failure to do so will result in everybody's utter demise. This is a time for you to seriously start planning your own survival. Kill or be killed. Your objective is to win if you plan to live.
Now, I want you pieces of shits to listen carefully to the rules.
One. You are to stay here on the meme. As you will soon realize, the higher ups have installed a top of the line replica of Island Okoshima in the heart of the meme, and you are to fight in this area. It's about 10 kilometers in diameter, so please don't get lost.
Look here. [Holds up the same collar you all should have around your necks] These collars you're all wearing are completely indestructible and waterproof. No way to remove them. No use wishing them off or using powers. Not even God himself can tug this thing off. See this sensor here. [Points to the little monitor] This here monitors your pulse and location. Which brings me to another point: hiding will do nothing. Hide for too long, and your collar will blow you into bacon bits. Attempts to remove the collar will have the same result. I'm warning you not to try removing it if you plan on surviving. And I highly doubt our clean up crew will like moping up chunks of what used to be you.
What I would like for you to do now is to leave this thread individually after being given this bag. [Places a backpack on the table and takes an item out one-by-one] Inside, you will find these items: Shit trail mix, dry granola bar, three bottles of water as fresh as Walt Disney's head, a map of this forsaken island, a compass for people like Austria, a flashlight so you can pretend you have night vision, and finally... a weapon. Each weapon is different and may or may not be useful. May you luck out.
As for the map, as you can see we have labeled each location with different areas. There will be a forbidden zone each day, in which you should avoid unless you are utterly stupid or suicidal. Being caught in a forbidden zone will trigger your collar to explode, so please listen for which area is forbidden on the daily announcements.
One last thing: Please do not hurt or threaten the bystanders. Please use your tiny little brains to kill only those wearing collars and uniforms.
Now, let's begin.
[When the video is finished, each participant is called by number and
given their bag, at which point they are free to do as they like.]
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[tl;dr: Here are the rules simplified and a map of the island with labeled zones for your convenience]
[When you are killed, please post in the deadcount entry]
[If you would like to drop out of the game, please post here]