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Hello all you out in TV land. I'm like, new, so I thought I'd try this adventure thingy out. I read the rules, read a few other ones, and I got a TON of help from another member. PLEASE DON'T CRASH AND BURN!!!!
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PS I hope for this to be a sort of mix between Resident Evil and Dead-Leaves, sort of a disturbing comedy.
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Intro

PEWTER CITY-10:00pm
The last place you can expect to sleep at night. The entire metropolis bounced to the techno beat. BOM BOM BOM BOM The nightclubs jumped and danced, as hundreds of people moved to the rapid music. On the streets and in the clubs, in the stores and busses, were mysterious figures, all shrouded in gray hooded sweatshirts and brown pants, all watching the clock.

CLUB ZERO-10:39pm
Three of the hooded figures stood in the middle of the room, counting the seconds on the big digital clock. 5?4?3?2?At the exact moment the clock hit 10:40pm, the three hooded figures pulled out machine guns and aimed into the crowd. The security guard went for his pistol, but one of the hooded figures was on top of him in a flash, holding his gun to the security guard?s chin. He froze, and the hooded figure drew back and knocked him out with a powerful head-but. CRACK!
A hoard of police cars came screaming down the street, being hit with a barrage of bullets from every side. The armored SWAT car that led them seemed impervious, and mowed down the hooded figures with gattling guns coming out the sides. Then a man in a camo-green jacket and brown shorts jumped into the middle of the street and dumped a bucket of tacks into the street. The driver of the SWAT car grinned-the wheels were metal-plated, tacks would do nothing.
The second the car hit the tacks, they exploded and toppled the SWAT car over, flattening a few of the police cars behind it. BOOM! Other cars hit the tacks and exploded the same way. Dozens of police cars made it through and continued down the street, firing on the hooded figures.
A SWAT team stormed into one of the nightclubs, where many of the figures had taken refuge. The figures were surrounded, as a raspy scream filled the air. ?DIE YOU DAMN PIGS!? The bald man in camo-green came crashing down out of nowhere in the middle of the SWAT team. DOM! His boots echoed loudly as he landed atop one of the SWAT men, killing him. The man grabbed his victim?s shotgun, and started wailing on the SWAT team. They formed a line and started firing at him, but the man used a SWAT member as a shield. He jammed a grenade into a SWAT member?s mouth, pulled the pin, and shoved him into the rest of the team. BOOM!
The man?s neon green eyes glowed brightly as he grinned. ?Damn this feels good!?

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[FONT=Book Antiqua]Police Report: June 30, 2025
At 10:40pm, June 25th, Pewter City was attacked by a nameless gang of heavily armed psychopaths? attack started at exactly 10:40, and lasted ten hours, coming to a slow halt when many of these psychopaths? disappeared from the crime scene. Those who have been caught are now held for questioning... Death toll: 179est. Injury Rate: 1,079est?
What is suspected to be the leader has been caught, and will be transported from Pewter Penitentiary, to BM Fortress on July 3, 2025? The transport will be by helicopter, and led by special unit MARK.[/FONT]

JULY 3, 10:00am
The large army chopper flew low over a never-ending forest, escorted by two jets. Inside the chopper was the prisoner, strapped up in metal restraints, and Special Unit MARK. MARK was short for the SWAT team?s **** list; the team they sent in to the most hairy situations, always with the hope that they?ll either screw up or die. They haven?t, yet.
?Hey, what?s that up ahead?? Said the biggest man in the chopper. Joe Manchetti, a world-class weight lifter, pointed out the window, down at an old, cement building that resembled a castle. ?Oh, that?s the Coman Insane Asylum. They put the criminally insane there 50 years ago, until one of the inmates got ahold of a gun and killed off three fourths of the guards and half of all the patients. The rest of the patients went loose, and killed a good number of people before they were recaptured.? Said Bill Darry, who was sitting by Joe. The prisoner grinned.
?It?s been abandoned since. Pretty creepy, eh?? Joe didn?t respond, he just stared blankly out the window. ?Joe?? Joe looked back. ?Uh, if it?s been abandoned, what are those lights?? Bill looked out the window. The crumbling Asylum was lit up with searchlights. A siren sounded, and the lights were directed at the chopper. WHIRRR! A missile was fired from the Asylum at the chopper. One of the escort jets dived at it, firing a decoy. The missile started to veer towards the decoy, but instead changed course and headed at the jet. BOOM! It hit the jet dead on and exploded.
The second jet dove at the asylum with guns blaring. The Asylum fired back, hitting a wing and sending the jet careening into the surrounding forest. The copper pulled up violently, but a missile caught up with it. ?OH **** WE?RE GONNA-? DOM! The missile hit the back of the chopper, tearing off the back hatch. Both Bill and Joe were sucked out of the chopper, careening through the air until they splattered on the ground.
The rest of MARK grabbed onto the sides of the chopper as it started to spiral down. WHIRRR! Another missile hit the chopper, blowing it in half- the prisoner on one side, MARK on the other. The prisoner?s side soared away, propelled by the blast, into the center of the asylum. The prisoner was grinning.
BOOM!!CRASH!!The MARK team leapt from the chopper as it crashed into the asylum gates, taking two giant figures to the ground. A huge robotic hand stuck out from under the wreckage, a sign of things to come.

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ATTRIBUTES

MARK
As a special unit MARK operative, it is your job to recover the prisoner and get him to BM Fortress.

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I?d like about six people to play MARK, and one to play the prisoner. :D :D :D