Okay, I’m going to reiterate the scenarios and add a wee bit more detail to each. Then the rules, and then I’ll start off. If you want to see the original scenarios or anything else, the link is below to the signup.

 

http://kh13.com/forum/topic/47177-the-experiment-signups/

 

VOLUNTEER (PROGRAMMERS)::

  “You will be given 1 assignment per week, complete the assignment, or 5 million dollars is removed from your reward. The faster you complete it, the better off you are.” the voice chimed, seemingly happily. “You control the weather, the animals, natural disasters. However, you all have the same island. If one of you makes it rain, everyone’s island rains. Work together or apart, it is your choice.” the voice said, smug and almost condescendingly. “Good luck, to all. Let your games begin.”

 

FORCED (SIMULATIONS)::

  “You will be given one hint, per week. And two guesses as to who your programmer is, total. If you do not guess correctly, you will remain here, on the island, until someone wins. Be aware, you cannot talk to each other, and your programmer is someone with a connection to you. Good luck, subjects.” The voice said, before a ringing came into the earpiece seemingly embedded in your ear.

 

Upon standing up, you can see three small backpacks, with names on them. You recognize one as yours. There is a small note attached,

“This is your backpack, care for it, as it will hold everything you may need. Choose what you put in it wisely, keep your clues, or throw them out, carry food or water. but you can only carry one. Choose wisely.”

 

ROLEPLAY RULES:: I've bolded the important parts, but read the whole thing.

 

-- Do not, I repeat--do NOT--kill anyone. Period. Whether you have their permission or not, this isn’t a killing roleplay.

 

-- This is also not a romantic or a friendship roleplay. This is a survival roleplay, and should be treated as such. No romance. I guess you CAN flirt, but that’s not going to do anything. Remember, only the Programmers can talk to each other as they all share a language.

 

-- Do not post in a different language Simulations. I can only read English, and that’s the only language we really need. Just know, you can’t talk to each other. Or, you can, but it wouldn’t make sense to either of you.

 

-- All people are ‘trapped’. The Programmers get food and drink, and potty breaks, but really, they can’t leave their computers. Their roleplaying should be focused on what they think of the experiment, and what they do with it. Unless you’re conversing with the other members, there isn’t really an ‘outside world’.

 

-- Out of character chat relating to the roleplay should take place in parenthesis IN the roleplay. If it doesn’t relate to the roleplay, or you’re just commenting on something the roleplay made you think, or do, or act… It can go in an instant message or on the signup sheet.

 

-- Don’t hassle others to reply. In turn, reply. Don’t wait for a week and not reply, if you do not reply in 1 and 1/2 weeks (Unless I’m notified you cannot, or the other members are notified.) you will be removed, and your character replaced.

 

-- The only people who control the weather are the Programmers, I cannot step in and make it rain, they change it, they also can make trees grow fruits, and animals have babies and exist. They cannot however, write, talk, or communicate to the Simulations in ANY way.

 

-- I will NOT be winning. Since I know who is my programmer, it’s not fair for me to figure it out. There is only 1 winner. Not 1 for each group, 1.

 

-- You can NOT go back and reference clues you throw out. Meaning, work with what you’ve got. You can retain a clue for 3 days following when you pick it up, unless it is placed in your backpack. You can either carry all your clues, or 3 small items. It is your choice.

 

-- And, last but not least, this roleplay takes place in real time. Based off of Eastern Standard Time. That’s the east coast of North America. If you need a basis, ask, I’ll give you their time. 

 

 

 

SIGNED UP::

 

Programmers:: (The stuff in parenthesis is your task this week. It's like a cool title. )

• Amber Ashley (The Banisher)
• Bowen Korber (The Adult)
• Van Fabre (The Protector)

Simulations::

• Tessaline Lien (Italian)
• Silver Mors (French)
• Cassidy Kingly (English)

 

Now let's start!

 

Tessaline slowly climbed to her feet, looking around her. "Oh look, backpacks." she said, as though annoyed. She had sand covering her and all over her clothes. She looked like a wreck. "Isn't this just greeeaaaat?" she grumbled, walking over to the backpacks.

 

...

 

Upon reading the note attached she frowned thinking, 'Well, if I take my clues, I won't be able to carry water. And that one survival guy on TV always says water is important. I guess I'll figure out how to carry water and food in my bag. Water, food, and maybe there will be space for a tool or something.' She then slung the empty backpack over her shoulders, and glanced back at the other two. 'Who are those two? Why am I here? Why are they here?' she wondered, curiously watching the strangers.

Edited January 16, 201312 yr by MagicallyAngelic

(( Sorry, I'll reply to the parts that are acceptable. I'm on my phone as well, I know how it is. ))

 

Tessaline was shocked, as all the animals ran away, scattered. The fire had stopped, turning into a slowly burning ember, but a large amount of the forest had been burned. Tessaline could seethe clouds pouring rain down on the island as they made their way towards her. "Water..." She muttered, staring up into the sky, and then slowly laying back down. "I will figure this out."

Amber didn't know what to do. Everything she tried made this girl not care and afraid. How was she going to get this task done to save the money she needed to win? She then thought of another idea, 'What if I let this girl find the seeds on her own, plant them, and have the trees grow back slowly after that? That would have her fix the problem and she would finally feel sorry for everyone on the island and want to help get the problem of lost homes fixed by planting the seeds?' Amber thought to herself about the problem at hand.

Van sat back in his chair, trying to think of whatever else needed to be done.

"This job is surprisingly stressful." He murmured, watching the screen  with careful eyes, occasionally taking off his glasses to rub his face, "Besides, what do I do now..? They don't necessarily seem to be in harms way." He said out loud, rubbing his chin as he thought. Sighing, Van simply sat there, waiting. If things kept getting crazier, he needed to be ready when something else happened.

Cracking his knuckles, he gently placed his hands on the keyboard.

Tessaline closed her eyes and drifted between sleep and awake. She wanted to think, but she couldn't let her guard down. These programmers seemed to be out to get her. And that was no good.

 

(( New assignments on Monday, money will not be deducted this time. Cuz I love y'all. ))

I yawned and stretched out my arms, then gazed intently at the screen. By now, the clouds I created earlier should be rolling in..... Right on que too! Rain began to pour and lightning illuminated the sky, loud explosions of thunder following. Just then, I looked at one of the programs, the name Tessaline was what the monitor had displayed over her. Odd. she seemed to be struggling this early in the test... Wait a minute! I put on my headphones and zoomed in on her ears. Perhaps I could hear her thoughts if I got close enough... Suddenly, the words, "These programmers seemed to be out to get her." I ripped out my headphones, then slammed my hands down on the desk. "What the hell!??? She knew we were programmers? That's impossible, at least this early on! Frustrated, I screamed into the microphone to the people running this shindig, "You better tell me exactly what the hell is going on her! You gave me an impossible assignment, and I did nothing to give my presence away! You setting me up for failure?!?"

Tessaline slowly stood up and looked around, her eyes scanning the horizon. "I need shelter." She muttered, looking for anything that could work. "Come on Tess, think!" She hissed. She was frowning, standing in the pouring rain. "Why am I even here?" She muttered, before setting off, into the forest.

 

-------

 

A voice came on, into Bowen's headset. "You have one task." The voice said, only loud enough for him to hear. "Your fellow programmers have their tasks. Complete the task, and you will succeed. Fail, and you will not. If you have an issue with the task given to you, please contact your superior through our help and support screen and a new task may be assigned if the previous task cannot be preform. Have a nice day, and enjoy the game!" The voice said, happily.

Amber had but little time to get this girl to complete her goal. Something would have to work, but what? Then she thought that the girl,even though she was a program, could use some fake food and water. Amber decided not to make it easy for her so she left a bow where the girl would find and left not a single arrow to get courage. Amber then looked sad, "I am so not getting that money. I am sorry..."

From the looks of it the Programmers were focusing on the one girl. "So the programmers are entirely to focused on one person. Honestly they think there gonna get somewhere with her?" Musing to herself still at the beach line holding a long pointed stick. "At least there's rain. It'll fill up the shell then i'll attach to my belt to carry." Waiting patiently for the shell to collect the water she smiled all to herself. "Wonder how much harder it's gonna get?" Hopefully not to much at least. That would terrible if it got to hard for them but a little challenge was welcomed.

Edited January 20, 201312 yr by Rixku

(On my signups I posted theme songs. This is Bowen's high tension theme, so I'm testing it to see how well it compliments the dialogue. Just saying if you're wondering why there's a song on here!)

"Ugh!" I exclaimed out loud then breathed heavily, regaining my composure. It was tempting to contact my "Superior", but while I'm doing that, I might possibly miss an event taking place in the situation that could give away our status away to the others, so I couldn't afford to do that. No no no. My task was to cover up for the others to make sure the simulations had no indication of a higher power controlling them. The only way Tessaline's knowledge (and any other Simulations that may know so) from spreading to the others was simple.... She needed to be eradicated so she was incapable of doing so! A smirk came upon my face, and I started laughing. "Heheheheh... Hahaha!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!" It was brilliant! .........My overall goal was to ensure that a minimum of one simulation adapted and survived...... I didn't have to do all three. Besides, there could be only one winner, and obviously the other Programmers were just making their selves obvious by the looks of it, almost as if they had somehow managed to read my task specifically and were taking extra measures to ensure I could not achieve it. That's highly unlikely however, but if they're going to make it hard for me, then I'm going to make it hard for them. I slowly stopped laughing and pressed the button on my microphone once again. "Never mind, that won't be necessary ." I turned it back off and cracked my knuckles. Alright, this means war. I don't know who specifically you Programmers are, but I'll make quite the distinction between myself and the other, and you'll be able to tell its me. Based solely on my wrath. Let's begin, shall we?

I magnified the screen and spotted all three of the simulations. Tessaline was about passed out on the beach. Another simulation was trying to collect water with what appeared to be a shell, and the name, "Cassidy" appeared above her head. So Cassidy and Tessaline eh? I thought there was a third simulation, but I couldn't seem to find him/ her anywhere. Just then I noticed Cassidy smiling to herself. See! If I had ontacted the Superior, I might have missed her grin and would have never been tipped off! I made the right decision then. It must be true then. The people who created these simulations must have already given the m the knowledge that their enviorment is being controlled by Programmers. That means they set me up for failure with my task! But whatever, I'll play a long with their little game. A measly five million wouldn't make a difference compared to one billion. Besides, I'd get a new task tomorrow, so I might as well disregard my current one. Cassidy was facing the water, so using the sand behind her, I carved the words, "I'm God. I'm always watching you. Follow my orders, and I'll favor you. This is your only chance. We'll get in touch." I made a few buckets appear by the the words (to assist her in collecting water) as further proof to back my validity. Hopefully when she turned around and read this, she'd choose to side with me.

Edited January 20, 201312 yr by Master Juan

'There determined aren't they? If it's not gonna be easy for me then it won't be easy for them.' Smirking to herself she ignored the buckets. Far to big to carry around everywhere. Looking at the words she quirked an eyebrow. 'No easy siding for you.' Rubbing the words out of the sand she took her stick to leave a nice message of her own. "If it ain't easy for me to get what I want then you ain't having it easy either Programmer." Scrunching her eyebrows together again she dropped the stick before grabbing the two shells of water sealed so the water wouldn't leak out. Walking away from her work to head toward the forest a feeling of relief washing over her. Hopefully her message would get through.

'You ain't god programmer. So do us bother a favor. Prove it.' A simple message left in the sand. Might have just proved her opinion of this place.

(Ummm Bowen was about to help you, not make it harder.... What do you mean by, "If it's not gonna be easy for me then it won't be easy for them." ?)

Edited January 20, 201312 yr by Master Juan

(She's being herself not really believing that there help will be helpful.)

(Gothca! I'll post soon!)

Silver climbed through the jungle, her pack on her back. She had decided to put clues inside instead of the items. She would need them and she wasn't very concerned with carrying other things. Silver would find a way to manage. But right now, she would need to continue hunting for food. Silver ducked under a low branch and saw a river. She kneeled and put her fingers in the water. The river was flowing, which meant if it was fresh, she could drink it. Silver brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them. Fresh. She had found a water source, and a possible food source if there fish. Silver looked around for something she could use to fish.

 

(Sorry guys, been really sick lately, and posting just hasn't been something that I wanted to do.)

Edited January 20, 201312 yr by Yuffie Kisaragi

I shook my head in disappointment. She wanted me to prove it? As if. I'd find it much more amusing to suddenly ignore her and instead find a different simulation. I made a wave come up a little extra on the shore and it wiped out the words she had written in the sand, carrying the buckets into the currents of the ocean. I made the rain in the storm stop, but made the lightning appear faster than ever. Zooming out on the island once again, I continued to search for the location of that third simulation. I rubbed my eyes and continued searching. After a few minutes, I finally discovered the last Humanoid AI simulation. Above her read the name, "Silver". Silver, eh? That name had a ring to it, kind of rolls off the tongue. Let's see what she's thinking shall we? I typed a command into the keyboard and her thoughts appeared on the other screen where I kept all of my recorded documents. She needed something to fish with? I could easily provide that, but how do I know she won't just reject my gifts like Cassidy had? I could even use the lightning to make a fire for her to cook the fish on! Perhaps I should take it slow with this one, not revealing my presence to Silver until the appropriate time, yet giving her slight notions of the existence of someone higher. She was hiding under a branch. That gave me an idea. I thought it and a few seconds later, a branch from a tree about 6 feet tall, yet really thin broke off and landed in front of her. I placed several vines on the trees around her too, but I wouldn't give that to her right away, that would for sure reveal me. All the pieces were there, all she had to do was put them together. Hopefully you'll make the right choice and adapt, SIlver. I'll check on you later, but for now I need to catch up on my sleep. I pressed a separate record button and the image on the screen began to record. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

(( Time for tasks, and yes, the first clues. Programmers your character's CANT read them. All you see while these are handed out is everyone on the island sitting around and wandering about. Disregard that there isn't tasks written here. I'm setting it up to inform you they will be here once I edit them. But they have to sound cool first. ))

 

All of a sudden, the island filled with noise, sounding like a very loud, very low-flying jet-plane. The sky, covered in clouds, concealed the image of the source of the sound, but it filled the island, scaring animals and shocking the simulations. A voice came on, in each of the simulation's minds. "Hello. You all have been placed here for reasons unknown to you. And you have been given 2 chances to escape. You each have a programmer assigned to you, and you each have a person connection to that programmer. Your clues will be revealed to you now."

 

A small, delicate piece of paper floats down in front of you. The note is hand-written, in long, swooping letters. You begin to read it aloud.

 

Tessaline Lien

 

'Congratulations, you have survived this far. Now, as you have experienced the effects of all our programmers, you have a choice to make. Which one do you know, Tessaline? Because we cannot expect you to know by now, you will be given a series of hints, clues, if you will. They will not relate to your programmer exactly, but the time of your life that you met them, and the effects that they've had on you. Good luck.'

 

There is a small paper attached to the notes she received, it holds one word. "Daddy."

 

Silver Mors

 

'Congratulations, you have survived this far. Now, as you have experienced the effects of all our programmers, you have a choice to make. Which one do you know, Silver? Because we cannot expect you to know by now, you will be given a series of hints, clues, if you will. They will not relate to your programmer exactly, but the time of your life that you met them, and the effects that they've had on you. Good luck.'

 

There is a small satin box attached to the note, enclosed within the box is a flower petal, and a chocolate.

 

Cassidy Kingly

 

'Congratulations, you have survived this far. Now, as you have experienced the effects of all our programmers, you have a choice to make. Which one do you know, Cassidy? Because we cannot expect you to know by now, you will be given a series of hints, clues, if you will. They will not relate to your programmer exactly, but the time of your life that you met them, and the effects that they've had on you. Good luck.'

 

There is nothing special attached to the note, no slip of paper, or box. Rather, there is a sketch on the back, of a box of crayons.

 

------------------------------- (Tasks)

 

A message appears on your screen, with the voice flicking on in your headset. "Hello programmers, it is time for your next task. whether you have completed, or failed, your first task, we have decided not to remove any money from your bank account. This is a special event. As none of you completed your tasks successfully. However, in exchange for that, your tasks will not be dedicated to your personality, rather, they will be quite hard this term. And a reward of 5 million will be given to the first person to succeed in their task. You will be given the opportunity to read the other's tasks. As they are enclosed in the message."

 

... The message box beeps, showing three new messages. 

 

"If none of you complete the task, you will all lose half of your remaining balance. These sets are for teamwork, one of you wins, or all of you lose. Good luck!"

 

Amber Ashley

 

--- This is a message only for your eyes. This message will be deleted after read, so please read the full and entire message before closing. ---

• We are amazingly disappointed in all of you. However, you have a chance to redeem yourselves. We suggest you work together, and do not try to force others to fail, because, if that is the case, then you all will lose a large portion of your money. Amber Ashley's task is following.

​Your personality is strong, largely cruel and vindictive. So your task, is to care. You will care for the simulations. If you do not choose to do this task, multiple abilities will be removed for this part of the game. You cannot create anything, however, if it is already there, or another programmer creates it for you, you may manipulate it and use it. You will care for them, be sure they can find the ability to hunt, create shelter, and care for themselves. This means all of them, and if one of them fail, if only for a minute, you will fail. Tomorrow the clock will begin ticking. Even if you fail, your abilities will not be restored until next week.

Bowen Korber

 

--- This is a message only for your eyes. This message will be deleted after read, so please read the full and entire message before closing. ---

• We are amazingly disappointed in all of you. However, you have a chance to redeem yourselves. We suggest you work together, and do not try to force others to fail, because, if that is the case, then you all will lose a large portion of your money. Bowen Korber's  task is following.

Your personality has not yet been confirmed by your system. So your task will be as follows, you must make the simulations fear the programmers. You must do this, without the ability to manipulate anything. You can create all you want, but you cannot move anything, or influence anything. If you harm a simulation, then you will fail. If you do not make all of the simulations fear the programmers, then you will fail. You have until the end of the week to complete this task. Even if you fail, your abilities will not be restored until next week.

 

Van Fabre

 

--- This is a message only for your eyes. This message will be deleted after read, so please read the full and entire message before closing. ---

• We are amazingly disappointed in all of you. However, you have a chance to redeem yourselves. We suggest you work together, and do not try to force others to fail, because, if that is the case, then you all will lose a large portion of your money. Van Fabre's task is following.

You are a kind, gentle person. As such, your last role was protector. Now, however, your role will be controller. Each of the other programmers have been limited, as such, we felt you should gain more abilities. You have been granted the ability to restrict the other programmers access to the simulation. You will play god not to the simulations, but you will also play god to the programmers. Your task is simple, you are the law. The simulations cannot be manipulated, or influenced by the vindictive nature of a programmer, nor can the neutral programmer create obstacles. And you will enforce laws, which are enclosed in another attachment. Remember, all programmers can see this.

 

Laws:

• A simulation cannot build their own shelter, and only one shelter may exist on the island at a time.
• A simulation cannot fish or hunt for food, and must find their food among the plants or dead animals.
• Any programmers with restricted access can only see the simulation for 2-4 hours a day. The hours they can be online (Whether specific times, or just a timer) can be edited using your //:edit tool.
• No simulation, no matter their influence can speak, or communicate in any way with each other, or a programmer.
• No simulation can interact with another, in any way, whether by sight or ear.

 

(( Is it bad I'm enjoying this so much? This is fun... ))

 

(( I do apologize for limiting abilities, and the really long post. But don't forget, you can talk... and technically, if you can get the other programmer to give up their password, you can play on their computer. Have fuuuunnnnn~ ))

Edited January 20, 201312 yr by MagicallyAngelic

"Eh?" Van murmured, looking at a new message the had appeared. He gasped upon reading the message, his glasses nearly falling off his face. "I have to be... God? I..I. can't do that." Van protested. It was against his nature to control others, he was better just working solo, or even better- working with the full aid of another. But never having power of someone else.

"Can I really go through with this?" Van said out loud, looking around the claustrophobic room he was in. "...I'll try. But I won't like it." Van finally said, memorizing the Laws that had been created.

As Silver continued to ponder her situation, a loud noise could be heard, and a box fell from the sky. "What?" she asked. Silver read the note, and discarded it. The note wasn't important, but the box was. it was a rather small box, covered in some sort of silk. She opened it to find a rose petal and some chocolate. The immediate connotation was obvious, flowers and chocolate? A symbol of romance if there ever was one. Could her programmer be a past boyfriend? It was the closest lead she had so far, but she had to keep an open mind. Silver put the box with the petal and chocolate inside her pack, and continued with her search for something to fish with. It was then that she realized a branch had fallen to the forest floor. Fantastic. All she needed now was some string. She looked around to see some vines growing on a tree trunk. Perfect. Was this luck, or the programmers?

The beeping of the message interrupted my sleep and once again, I bolted up and rubbed my eyes. Recognizing the format of the message, I grabbed the glasses and began to read it, jotting down notes on the separate monitor so I could remember the Laws. I didn't know if I was allowed to do that, but just to be safe, I took a screenshot of the message I had typed (so that the camera could read it without the glasses), then deleted the file itself, the picture being the only remaining thing. I gave it a different name and tucked it away deep within a folder, hoping I could keep it hidden from the Superiors. My task on the other hand, was to instill fear in the Simulations themselves? HA! That'd be too easy. I could make things, but couldn't move any objects or influence anything (like how I'd written words in the sand earlier).

Oh no, Silver was about to fish for food. That would directly violate a law! I knew a way to support my task AND stop her from fishing. Under the river she was by, I created several vicious piranhas and threw in a few electric eels in there, just as insurance if the piranhas didn't scare her of. I made the piranhas incredibly hungry, so they'd be ready to attack. Go ahead Silver....... finish your pole and fish.

Edited January 21, 201312 yr by Master Juan

Was she brilliant? Well, now she was at the very least halfway smart. Holding her trusted stick from her body the other end aglow with flames. 'Let's try this again. Food, shelter, and finish off the list with sleep.' Oh boy this ought to be a lot of fun. The message she had received still bugged her. A drawling of crayons. Color was the first thing she thought of. A passion struck second. Along with interest taking for the third thought. "Why give me a drawling? Of something long ago?" It was her only lead so far but she had her thoughts on who they may be. 'One or two more clues then I can figure it out. Who they are and why.'

(( Commence maniacal laughter ))

 

Tessaline stared at her note, with a growing sense of worry. Was her dad her programmer? "Daddy?" She asked, plopping down onto the forest ground. "Daddy..." She whispered, pondering the word. Tessaline shook her head, "No, it isn't dad. I know it isn't." She muttered, shaking her head. "Then who? One of the people related to him." She hissed, shivering. Could her father have funded this? It's possible. He always threatened to punish her for everything.

 

(( I can already tell everyone's getting ideas. Good luck.~ ))

Edited January 21, 201312 yr by MagicallyAngelic

(( 4 more days to complete the tasks ))

Van watched the entriety of the simulation, waiting...for..well, something to happen.

"I don't like this whole God thing...how am I supposed to complete this?" He murmured, sitting back in his chair as he folded his arms over his chest, "So far, no one has done anything that requires me to do much of anything." Van complained outloud, sighing with a grumble.

Rubbing his face, he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he continued his uninteligable grumbling. "I have to prevent others from manipulating the programs, and ensure the laws go smoothly." He muttered, watching his computer with a tired gaze.

Amber smiled a dark grin. "This is going to be too easy. Good thing I made all those animals, thoses burnt woods, that thing of arrows on top of the moutain, and then the bow I left on the ground in the forest. I do wonder how I am going to get this whole thing worked out. How do I get these people to care for themselves? Programs don't care about anything." Amber said to herself aloud.

Walking into the forest she held her pointy stick close but loose enough to be able to hit something. "So what's for dinner tonight? There has to be something out here that is catchable." Keeping a steady pace while scanning the grassy area around here with a sigh. 'Color. Who would be involved with color? A geek for sure otherwise they wouldn't be here. That and old probably. Young guys despise me for my very being.' Thoughts wondering she kept walking steadily.