MagicallyAngelic

(( Editing in new tasks. However, for now, there are no tasks today. )) A voice comes on into the programmer's headset. "Today, is a reset day. All abilities have been restored, and set back to normal levels. May I congratulate you, as one of you has succeeded in your task. And there is no penalty."

Tessaline stumbled on a rock. She had been walking, slowly, but steadily. She had arrived at the edge of the river. And was looking around for food, or fish, or anything she could eat. It was then that she saw a fish in the river. Tessaline snatched at it, missing, and then settled down, on her hands and knees, her arm reached out over the water, ready to attempt to catch a fish.

Tessaline slowly walked through the forest, trailing her fingers on the trees as she went. She was hungry, starving. And would need to find something to eat, fast. She looked around, looking for fruits, berries, any plant she could recognise. But there was nothing. "Guess I have to fish... Or hunt." She muttered, walking through the undergrowth, towards a river, that ran through the island.

(( 4 more days to complete the tasks ))

I'd so love to join! Don't have the time to make a form yet, but I will when I have the time.

(( 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.~ ))

(( 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~ ))

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.

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. ))

(( 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."

(( Sweetie, you can't influence my character like that. Only realistic things. You can't hear what my character says. ))

Tessaline was worried. Why did animals keep comin up to her? She moved away, her eyes wide and scared. "Get away!" She screamed, scrambling on the sand, causing it to fly off in all directions. "Get away..." It was about at that moment that she noticed that all the animals were acting strange. "The programmers?" She asked herself, staring at the animals surrounding her.

Tessaline stared at the magically appearing buckets and the cheetas. "What kind of island is this?!" she screamed, stumbling to her feet and running away from the cheetas and the bucket and everything. "This is crazy. I'm crazy!" she screamed, as she stumbled through the sand, trying to run off of the island, or running until she collapsed. It no longer mattered to her, she just wanted to be away from everything. "Just make it stop..." she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks and blurring her vision.

Tessaline stumbled onto the beach and stared at the forest. "Oh. My. God." she cried, tears brought to her eyes. I'm going to die. I'm going to die a horrible death here." she cried, curling up and crying into her knees. She was a mess, covered in soot and dirt, her clothes wrinkled and coated in sand. "It hasn't even been a day!" she screamed, into the sky.

Tessaline turned, hearing the forest start to roar. This was not good. "S***" she snapped, turning and running away from the fire, back towards the beach. She knew there would be no food or water there, but it would be safer away from the fire. "Come on Tessaline! Run faster!" she hissed, not audible. She continued to stumble, and fall as she ran through the forest. There was a solid thump on her back as a large animal knocked her over, running past her. She couldn't tell what animal it was, because she didn't have the time to look up. But she could feel it. "Ouch." she cried, picking herself up and making a break for the beach.