Sign Up They Like To Sit And Watch {M-V,S,L}

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[B]Storyline:[/B] This place, known to all but conquered by none, lays within the center of the world and known only by one true name, Asyala. Three is the dreaded number of years in which this tower, this monstrous beast, opens to those who dare challenge it. If one were to enter, they will be within a competition of wit, physical ability, and even mental swiftness. All this is needed to advance, move up within the floors that lay within the guts of the tower. Six terrifying floors, each holding a different task and a different puppet that will make sure you do not move up within their mistress.

First glance, you would never be able to tell that Asyala was a being within a tower, changing never ending, challenging those inside in hopes of their deaths. Criminals and convicts, condemned to death, even attempt to challenge the tower in hopes of seeing the outside world and freedom once again. Fighters, scholars, and many other hopefuls enter the tower, challenge their mind and physical ability, but none ever return to the world of the living, at least not outside the tower. Asyala kills by using her own insides, her guts of walls to crush the intruders within her, keeping them from moving on. The hopes of this challenge though, is to see what is at the top, have a glimpse of what Asyala is protecting with such an elaborate labyrinth, and outsmart her, a century old tower being.

When taking this challenge against Asyala, the player risks everything and is on the line between life and undetermined demise. Thrusting their souls into the hand of the mistress, the very tower that would love to spill their blood upon her floors. All this, just to find out why she?s there, why she exists. Many find out, that if anything, that would be the only thing they would find out, only to be unable to voice it from their graves within her guts. No matter your reasoning?s though, we all welcome you to the Glass Tower, our Asyala. Our doors always open to you and welcome you upon the third year, now come in and join the crew,? human hands spread outwards before the puppets give a gentle bow, black and red hair falling over lifeless eyes. ?...please enter your impending doom.?

?It?s always the same thing every three years.? Tom ran his hand over a ruff unshaved chin and waited to watch the gory ordeal from outside the tower walls. Like hell if he was going up there, it had been to long... and he hadn?t the motive he once had when he was still in his prime. His tongue pressed against the top of his mouth and smacked as it pulled away

?You must be new to town,? He sat down on the ground and watched the crowd of young men and even a few women start to make their way past the pale human forms that still stood near the doors without stretched arm and a fake smile pulled across pale sunless flesh. It was an almost sickly powdered white as if being out in the sun for a few minutes would turn them yellow and make the flesh rot off the bone right before the town?s people?s very eyes. Tom turned down his lips and tilted his head to the side.

?I?ve been watching this go on for a few years now..It?s become some sort of attraction now...People come to see the tower open. You watch the crowd jolt at screams and gasp when the blood splatters the windows.? He leaned back and watched the doors start to slowly rotate closed. ?But you know. They all want to see it happen..if they didn?t they wouldn?t have come to watch.? He closed his eyes slightly, he wasn?t ashamed to admit. Tom was very curious himself.

?There?s no God inside those walls...no use prayin? for em.?

[B]The tower and city:[/B] 6 floors of horror and mind numbing riddles and physical extremes. The tower Affectionately named Asyala by the city folk sits in the center of Seirne A vastly growing city that still ceases to end barbaric rituals and practices. The most recent in the past ten years being the tower that was built in the middle of it that open?s every three years.

When the plans were first made for the elaborate building meant to be something like a town hall, No less than three days after it was made the building seem to shut it self down. The plans disappeared So did the information on the builder. Some believe he was killed by his own creation fueled by a demonic need to control everything around him. Others say that he was picked up by the hands of the Gods for his deed and the building was created to worship and sacrifice to them. The rumor is that once you reach the top the doors of heaven will open to you and you will be presented wiht a price more precious than the lives of those who entered the tower. Though no one has ever gotten past the 3rd floor

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Puppets:[/B] The strongest out of the people stuck in the tower the previous years. They are taken by the house and ?processed? until they become the perfect toy. Each floor has one main puppet each stronger than the other. The tower speaks and moves through them. There are few other puppets..the ones that are there mostly open doors and control the main function of the house. But besides the two that open the door and the main puppets most are unseen.
The puppets are not brainless, just hopeless. A combination of the wits it took to get through the tower and stay alive a little longer than other failures as well as the tower?s personal puppets. They act on what the machine want trying their best to please their masters.

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summary: Alright. Basically the tower opens it's doors to people every three years and there's an eleaborate game of twist and riddles to get to the top of the tower. convicts...are said to be free if they even make it alive out the tower and others are after what's at the top or trying to out smart it.
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And you are? : [/B][/COLOR] ( A puppet(I really only need a few of these),convict. scholar)

~ I haven't done this in a while... really hope this works out. I'll post my sign up a little later
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