~Imagine that was what the game was called. It was a survival fighting game that people from all around the world came to love and play. No one knew it was a trap.~

~A few years later they picked players randomly and we were forced out of our homes and into a boat. They said if we didn't play we'd get kicked off or shot in with the sharks. One person refused and they pushed him off. I looked away biting my lip in disgust. Women and men of all ages were on the boat. I was 15 I looked at the speaker quietly. He explained the game and smiled evilly. They handed backpacks to everyone and a bridge appeared. We were pushed on the island and no one made a peep. There lied weapons. Everyone walked around knowing the game didn't start yet. We were in the make your character sort of place. I walked around grabbing weapons and saw a beautiful sword. I walk towards it and reached my hand out to it. You were also gonna grab it. You were a professional assassin so you thought killing people would be easy. I looked up at you and blinked quietly. Sorry.... I take my hand off the sword and walked passed you quietly before picking up 20 packs of knives. I put them in my over stuffed bag. I walked up to a guard and asked him for another bag calmly. He looked at me and gave me one. I started to walk around putting food and supplies I'll need for the journey. I see a drawing book. I picked it up. It was very rare to find it in the game. It allowed you to make whatever you created come to life. I put it in my bag along with art supplies. I look around. You then...

(It can be male or female to rp this.... Romance say meep.

Please no text talk and at least 3 or more lines.......

After reading all of this say Game Start!)