Survival of the Fittest

[Arch-Mage Matt]

The Survivors...

Mister Steven Thomas
Retiree Barbara Green
Kiddo Deborah Kent
Mobster Mario Valente
Recluse Ethan Elliot
Foreigner Johanness Müllbauer
Officer Lavrenty Illyevich
Farmer Alexander Mrnjavcevic
Scoundrel Johnny Johnson
Veteran Clarence Griffin
Miss Natalie Griffin
Greaser Andrew Thompson
Student Cem Riza Karaca
Electrician Christopher Mantle
Mrs. Julia Mantle
Simple Garion Iron-Grip

Leader of the Day...

Clarence Griffin

The Dead...

None... yet.

Progress on Escape...

How this works. Once you reach a certain green number of posts, awarded by the decisions you make in the game, you will escape. You can earn infinite red posts, inflicted because of story related events and bad decisions, but that just brings you farther down the hole.

Evaded the Savages and discovered their presence.
Lost Food Pack Number One.
Clarence Griffin was elected Leader of the Day.

Survival of the Fittest

It was a normal Delta Airlines flight from New York to California. Sadly, the plane never arrived there. It wouldn’t be much of a roleplay if it did. Let’s start over, though, shall we?

The time is 1954. A flight from New York takes off to California, all sorts of different people on the plane – you know New York. Tourists, Locals, juvenile delinquents etc. etc. Well, the odd happenings started to happen about half an hour in.

It was Jimmy Styles, sitting coach class, a typical hood/greaser, who noticed it first.
He leaned close to the old man sitting in front of him.
“Is it just me, or is something wrong here? I haven’t seen, like, one stewardess.”
“Cool it, guy, I’m trying to get some sleep here.” The old man responded.

Jimmy didn’t cool it. Over the next hour not one flight official came out, not one announcement from the pilot since they left New York.

Jimmy stood up. “I’m going to go see if the same things up with first class. If the stewardesses are spendin’ their time just over there, I’ll flip.”

After a few minutes, Jimmy came back. “Nobody’s seen no one come outta that cockpit.”
“Siddown, guy.” The old man said, annoyed.
“I’m tellin’ ya man,” Jimmy leaned in real close to the old man, just to annoy him. “Something’s going wrong here.”

Nobody answered, so Jimmy sat back down, grumbling something.

It was about two hours later. Jimmy had fallen asleep. This time, an elderly lady, one Patricia Clarkson of First Class, stood up nervously. She was dressed in a fluffy pink dress and had a purple purse.
“I think that young hoodlum who came in here a while ago had a point.” She said aloud. “We should go see the pilots. This is the worst service I’ve ever seen!” She said in a frail yet stern voice.

“The lady does have a point,” Said a man who stood up. “I’m going to go check on the pilot.”
“Oh, thank you son.” Said the old lady. The man nodded and smiled. “No sweat, lady.”

The man tried the door to the cockpit. “Locked.” He said. “Huh.”

Five hours later. The passengers were seriously unsettled. They’d tried screaming for service. They’d tried breaking down the pilot’s door, to no avail.

“I told you guys!” Shouted Jimmy Styles. “I told you! It’s like... like…” He couldn’t find the words, but a serious looking man in a suit from First Class finished his thought. “Like we’re prisoners on this plane.”

“I wish I could contact my nephew.” Said Patricia Clarkson. “He’d get us out of this.”
“Oh, shut up for the tenth time.” Said a passenger, annoyed. On closer inspection, it was the same man who agreed to help Patricia five hours ago.

“Doesn’t anyone have a gun, or anything of the sort on this plane?” A woman asked. “What would that do, stupid?” Someone responded.
“We’re never getting out of here.” Exclaimed Jimmy.

“Attention, passengers, attention.” Rang a voice from the loudspeaker. Everyone grew silent. The voice was deeper than a usual one, and had an odd buzzing sound.

“We are not in California, as I’m sure you all know. Instead, welcome to your utter demise. Have a pleasant death, and thank you for choosing Delta Airlines to be the ones to deliver!”

Suddenly: The plane went down. The passengers were tossed around the plane for a few minutes until a large crash. Everything went white from there.

The survivors awoke sorely. The plane had crashed somewhere snowy, but a lot of the metal parts were caved in – therefore many passengers were impaled and killed, among them being Patricia Clarkson and Jimmy Styles.

The survivors looked around.

All they could see were snowy mountains with green and black valleys beneath them, stretching as far as the eye could see… in every direction.

The Roleplay



THE MAIN GOAL of the survivors is to survive. They need to stay strong and find civilization with access to technology (There might be some indigenous peoples in the mountains) so they can be saved. But they will endure hardships that will test their ability to survive, and all along they are running out of food and water...

And every decision you make brings you closer to civilization... or one step closer to death.

Create a character ages 5-105. Remember that this takes place in 1954. They crashed under mysterious circumstances and all they want to do is see their loved ones and family again… but they won’t all be able to do it.

Obstacles will come around as the survivors try to escape, and characters will die. It will be chosen at random at every obstacle they encounter in the strange mountain wastes – who is at jeopardy, that is.

The food on the plane was sufficient for many days of food while rationed, but still not enough for all of the survivors. That’s why each day they vote who has been the weakest link of the group – and they have no choice but to kill that person to conserve food and water.

Anyone can join, but only at the beginning. No one can join after the roleplay starts. The defaults to set you on your way are:


Debby Kent – A 9 year old girl from a higher class New York family. She was going with her maid to see her grandparents.
Barbara Green – A 68 year old lady who was vacationing in New York
Mr. Steven Thomas – A middle-aged Science teacher from middle-class New York

Of course, of your way, make friendships, enemies, romances, lie, cheat, steal, murder, whatever your little stranded heart desires. And remember: Never give up hope. Because if you do you’ll be the weakest link.

Again, remember relationships could make or break you. You’re supposed to vote off the weakest link every day, but I know that’s not gonna happen, you sadistic little people you.

Character Sheet


Name:
Gender:
Social Status/Class:
Backstory:
Clothes:
Looks:
Other:


The Rules:

1.) You have no luggage, it was destroyed in the wreck. You have only what you carry in your pockets.
2.) No weapons.
3.) Have good grammar and spelling or else you shall die… and your character will too.
4.) Sometimes during an event, your character will be put in danger. This is chosen randomly and is not related to who you are or what you do in the story.
5.) Your character can be ages 5-105. I wouldn't create someone so old or young, though.
6.) You may create up to 2 characters. Do not expect both of them to survive.
7.) No God RPing. You are all normal people. Even if you’re a sumo wrestler, police offer, etc. , you have nothing on you and no one can go without food, sleep, and water for long.
8.) Please talk in 50’s slang if at all possible.
9.) If you read the rules, say so in your joining post.
10.) Remember, your character will die, well at least most likely. If they are ‘voted out’ or killed in an event, don’t cry.

If this goes well, because I’m not expecting it to go long, I’ll make another in a different time period. Maybe like a second Molag Bal Games.

Remember: There are only two groups of people after the crash: Survivors, who were thrown out of the plane when the sides split open, and the others.

Welcome to your utter demise. Have a pleasant death, and thank you for choosing Delta Airlines to be the ones to deliver!


Hey, I’ll start…

Debby Kent awoke slowly, she was the first to wake. She lifted herself up from thw snow and slowly walked towards the plane to find here caretaker… and found her body. Debby then started to cry loudly. That shrill cry slowly awoke the others.

Barb Green, who had sat next to Patricia Clark on the plane, raised her head dizzily. She was amazed that the fall didn’t kill her. She couldn’t get to her feet, however, but was helped by Steven Thomas. Mr. Thomas was wearing a dark green suit and he had a thin gray comb over, even though he was only middle-aged.

“Here… there we go.” He said as Barb stood up. He looked around and saw everyone else slowly getting up. Luckily, they landed in snow so their fall was cushioned. Unluckily, they were all quite wet. And cold.

Mr. Thomas looked over to the plane, and saw a grim sight: small pools of blood were forming around it’s base.

Spoiler:

I thought with closing F:Y I could start this.

Just wake up for now. Once everyone has settled Mr. Thomas can start you off.

PS - Delta Airlines was just off the top of my head. Have no problems with the company or anything.

[Duh]

I may as well. I liked your other roleplay.

Name: Mario Valente
Gender: Male
Social Status/Class: High Class (Mafia italiana)
Backstory: Mario was born in an extremely poor Italian neighborhood of New York City. His father worked at a local factory for minimum wage. Mario grew to become tired of his lower-class lifestyle and began hanging around bars belonging to one of the city’s prominent Italian Mafia families - the Lucas. Step by step, Mario became twisted into the world of organized crime. After a few years of service (and a bit of prison time), he was finally inducted into the Luca Crime Family. He serves as a renowned hit man in the world of crime. When he needs to “take care of somebody”, he never asks questions and is quick to get the job done without getting caught. Mario is thought to have killed at least 30 men. He is very well-liked by his superiors for his bold attitude and intelligence.
Clothes: An expensive black suit with a red tie and polished black shoes.
Looks: A young appearance. Mario has a somewhat “Elfish” appearance with high and pronounced cheekbones and a unique look in his deep brown eyes that always show what type of mood he’s in. He has thick black hair that is kept relatively short and combed neatly into a proper style. Like most Italians, he has an olive skin complexion. He is not too tall, but he’s not too short either. His facial expression never drastically changes. He stays calm most of the time due to his profession.
Other: Mario hates what he has become. He loves the money, the women, and the respect. But he has lost more friends than he could count, and he always must keep one eyes open. He heavily regrets choosing the lifestyle of a criminal. He hasn’t spoken to his family since he was sixteen.

[Per]

Ugh. I have a feeling I'll die first. I always do.

Name: Ethan Elliot
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Social Stats/Class: Lower Class.
Backstory: Ethan spent his childhood in an orphanage in Chicago, after his parents were murdered in a bankrobbery. He was under heavy depression and never attended school, instead spending most of his time exercising. When WWII broke out, he figured this would be a noble way to end his life, so he joined the US army. He showed excellent fighting skills, but his superiors ignored them, and he stayed a private, until the invasion of Normandy, where he was heavily injured. Thanks to his extreme constitution, he survived and was sent home, but is now crippled.
I read the rules.
Clothes: A blue sweater, a pair of pants, dark sunglasses and a baseball-cap.
Looks: Very muscular, (but not as powerful as he looks.) short, balck hair. He is about 6'7 foot tall.
Other: A chain smoker, gets extra grunpy if he doesn't take his hourly cig. He has a slight brain damage that slows his reflexes.

[MARS]

Well since you stopped F:Y I can join here now
Name: Johanness (Johan for short) Müllbauer.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Social Status/Class: Journalism student. Middle class.
Backstory: Johan's family has lived in Bavaria for generations, all of them being farmers. Johan was the first one to break the tradition by leaving the family's farm and going abroad, to university. Charming as he is, he has many friends. However he is a shifty backstabber and doesn't actually care for them. He'd spent the previous week in New York for a university project and was unfortunate enough to catch the plane that was damned to crash.
Clothes: Smart and casual Shirt with linen pants and leather shoes.
Looks: Light brown hair and slightly freckled. Tall and slim with a somewhat long nose. Has a "German look".
Other: Does not smoke and can't take his ale. Has a hollywood german accent.

I read the rules, I did I did!

[Jingles]

Might as well give it a try. Refreshing not to RP in a fantasy setting.

Name: Lavrenty Illyevich. His friends tend to shorten it to "Lav" though.
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Social status/class: posing as a middle class journalist.
Backstory: Born in the Ukrainian mining town of Yuzovka (now Stalino), Lavrenty worked as a coal miner until being conscripted to fight during the Nazi invasion. Afterwards, Lavrenty joined the NKVD, and was sent to the United States not long after the war ended to try and buy up potential defectors in the U.S. Government. However with Stalin's death last year, the Kremlin is in chaos and he's been recalled. In fact this flight was meant to take him to California, where he was going to get passage to Vladivostock. Fate seems to have other plans though.
Clothes: Just a cheap suit.
Looks: Closely cropped dark hair, and a pale, waxy complexion. He has a finely trimmed moustache, and is well built - quite fit physically.

[JVElEven]

Neat! Not sure how well I can do 50's slang, but I'll make a try.

Name: Alexander Mrnjavcevic (It's a name. look it up in a Montenegrin book.)
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Social Status/Class: Farmer's son bound for University.

Spoiler:

I read the rules.

Not sure where that puts him.
Backstory: His parents were immigrants from Serbia, fleeing from Austro-Hungarian oppression. Alexander himself was born shortly after their arrival in the US. He spent his entire life on his parents' farm in Connecticut, and he boarded the plane to be sent to a University in California.
Clothes: Dark blue shirt, black tie (ragged), Black pants, a pair of (now broken) glasses and a six-pence.
Looks: Large eyebrows, dark complexion, somewhat long, black hair and a skinny face. A typical bookworm who stays inside.
Other: Has a very fast metabolism.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

So far Per is the only one who I like. Know why...?

Well, BESIDES that, thanks for joining.

[Per]

I know why... But that doesn't help them.

[MARS]

So far Per is the only one who I like. Know why...?

Well, BESIDES that, thanks for joining.

Ain't my hun 50s enough for you? >.>

[Arch-Mage Matt]

I read the rules.

[MARS]

*cough* You may want to check again.

[Jingles]

lol. That one confused me. I didn't know what you actually meant.

[Jcnator]

Name: Johnny Johnson or "Double J"
Gender: Male
Social Status/Class: Medium-low
Backstory: Since infancy, Johnny has been beaten by his father and ignored by his mother. Since the streets were the only place he was safe. He started to make bad friendship which lead him to sell drugs for a living. He was on his way to California with about 5000 dollars worth of marihuana.
Clothes: He wears a grey over-wore hood. A pair of blue jeans and brown wasted shoes.
Looks: He is 1.65 meters tall and weights 75kg. He has a pale white skin and a knife fight scar on the abdomen and face. He is pretty strong He is 19 years old.
Other: He isn't very social. He knows how to fight.

I have read the rules

[King Acunasti]

AWESOME. I read the rules.

Name: Clarence Griffin
Gender: Male
Social Status/Class: Middle Class
Backstory: Clarence is a young Jewish man born in the Bronx. He joined the United States Army at a very young age during World War II. Hs campaign took him all the way from the scorching deserts of North Africa to the blistering colds of winter Germany. It’s almost a miracle that he survived through the war, as he fought on the frontlines of some of the most bloody battles in the history books. He had obtained the rank of sergeant when the war was over. Years after the his return to New York City, Clarence found his girlfriend cheating on him at his apartment. Distraught, Clarence left New York with his sister, intending to start a new life in California.
Clothes: Clarence wears a common black shirt with grey pants, black shoes, and a black leather jacket.
Looks: Clarence has short black hair and very dark gray eyes. His cheekbones are very pronounced, causing his eyes to appear a bit squinted. He has a few freckles on his cheeks that are virtually unnoticeable. He has a decent build from his time the service.
Other: Clarence is very well-known for being a loud, relentless, yet somehow charming smartass. He speaks with a very heavy New York accent. Clarence is the type of guy that everyone can’t help but like a little. His idiotic words and ability to get away with saying the most strange and inappropriate things make him a generally likeable and amusing person.
Although, contrary to what most would think, Clarence gained a slight case of PTSD during the war. He watched more friends die in battle than anyone could imagine. He suffers from nightmares, horrific flashbacks, and sudden fits of anger.
Despite this extreme disorder, Clarence is still able to stay very optimistic and humorous towards others. He often tells impractical stories about his experiences in the war. His most famous tale is where he supposedly “killed fifteen Germans single-handedly with a rifle”.
Clarence is a huge baseball fan. He views Joe DiMaggio as the “second son of God”. Clarence is very protective of his sister and would die defending her.

Name: Natalie Griffin
Gender: Female
Social Status/Class: Middle Class
Backstory: Natalie is a young Jewish woman and the younger sister of Clarence Griffin. Having just turned twenty, she is traveling to California with her brother in hopes of finding a husband and seeking out new opportunities.
Clothes: Natalie wears a very formal light blue dress with a pair of brown pantyhose and white high-heels.
Looks: Natalie is a very pretty girl that does not care much for what is currently “stylish”. She has long, straight, light brown hair. Her dark gray eyes are a common characteristic of her family. She wears a little bit of makeup, but not too much. Like her brother, she has very pronounced cheekbones that make her eyes appear a bit squinted. She has a lean and healthy build from years of difficult housework in New York.
Other: Natalie is a very strong-willed woman and that always speaks her mind. She is very ambitious, kind, and determined. She almost never complains, and she is highly respectful towards others. She is extremely close to her big brother, yet she is often annoyed by his protectiveness.

[Sav]

Name: Andrew Thompson
Gender: Male
Social Status/Class: Middle Class/Poor
Backstory: Andrew grew up in New York, and lived there all his life. He lived a happy life, until at the age of 7 his mom and grandma died in a car accident, forcing him to live with his father, who he didn't know too well. He didn't have many friends in school, and got into many fights. Not wanting to get beat up so easily, he lifted weights almost everyday, becoming somewhat muscular. When he was 18, he got into an argument with his Father, who forced him to leave. He had to live on the streets for a few days, before a man took him in in a auto shop. Andrew learned many things about cars living in the shop. He decided he wanted to see California, and took the plane there.
Clothes: Blue faded jeans with oil spills on them. One of those white muscle tanktop looking like things (forgot what they're called) and a grey hoodie, which he keeps zipped up.
Looks: Brown hair, in a buzz cut. He has green eyes and is fairly muscular. His head is very round looking, and he has a slight stubble as a beard. He is very large in appearance, being 6'3.
Other: Andrew has only been in inside a Church once, when he was baptized. He lacks some social skills, and has confidence issues. His favorite color is red.

[King Acunasti]

We need some more females in this RP. So far, my second character is the only one.

[Jingles]

Honestly I was going to make mine female, but then I realised the whole female russian spy thing is so cliched I'd vomit.

Edit: Oh boy, I just realised this is the McCarthy era. Lavrenty's going to get torn to bits.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

We'll start later tonight, so if you want to join, don't hesitate!!

Then again, I'm much more patient on the weekends, but still try to join as soon as you can.

[Cemiboy_FB]

i'll join!!

Name: Cem Riza Karaca (shortly Cem)

Gender: male

Social Status/Class: middle class/student

Backstory: Cem was born in Belgium, he has turkish parents who immigrated 10 years before his birth, he is 16 years old and studies sciences in Belgium, he was on the plane for holiday.

Clothes: black short pants, green t-shirt

Looks: has lenses, and is a bit fat

Other: I READ THE RULES YAY+ how strange it may sound, he keeps a short copy of the Periodic table in his backpocket, just in case he forgets something during the exams

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Great! I'm hoping for at least one more to start to make 10, or else I may need to alter the rules to slow down the killings.

Edit: Ah, you know what; scratch that. The new rule is that you can join on the first day and only the first day if you want to get a feeling how the RP will go without joining - once the voting starts for the first to be 'cut loose' the joining period closes.

So, begin your waking up from the crash. Acunasti, I hope your woman brought body armor.

[King Acunasti]

Spoiler:

To all of you people who are thinking about joining later...I really do think you should make a female character.

Natalie slowly raised her head from the deep snow. She was dizzy and could not make out what was happening or where she was. After a moment or two, she attempted to sit up. That was when the feelings of the painfully cold snow hit her. She let out a short whimper as she quickly climbed to her feet. She was dizzy and could hardly stand. One of her shoes was missing, and her left leg was bleeding.

Natalie looked from one direction to the next in confusion. Where the hell was she!? Why was she here!?

Then her eyes hit the horrific wreck at the center of the bloody scene. She had never had so much fear built up inside of her. Tears slowly gathered in her eyes as she frantically backed away, tripping on her own feet. "CLARENCE!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her pathetic screams sounded like they were coming from the mouth of a child. It took a lot to scare Natalie Griffin. She was raised to take everything like a man. Crying or screaming was not acceptable during her childhood. But this...this was hell on Earth. And she had the right to scream. "CLARENCE!!!"

The cold was overwhelming. The snow and ice twisted into her long hair added to the pain. Her cries and screams only made things worse for her. The tears that slid down her cheeks turned to ice in seconds. Her skin had turned red from the low tempuratures. Yet she continued to yell her brother's name, hoping desperately that he was alive.

"NATALIE!!!" called the voice of a man from far away.

Natalie turned her head in every direction when she heard her name. "Clarence?" she said quietly. "Clarence!?"

"NATALIE!!!" A man suddenly appeared from the smoky ruins of what was once an airplane. He coughed into his jacket sleeve as he jogged forward in a very confused manner.

"Clarence!" Natalie cried. She began running towards her brother. But the fact that she was only wearing one shoe caused her to fall face-first into the snow. She whimpered quietly as she struggled to get back up.

But just as she stood to her feet, the man wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. It was Clarence - her big brother. "Natalie..." he whispered to her. "You're alive. Thank God, you're alive."

Natalie let out a very short sigh of relief. Clarence made her feel safe. He always had. The short feeling of safety let her collect her thoughts. The plane had crashed. She and Clarence had survived. But where the hell were they? "Where are we?" Natalie asked Clarence.

Clarence let go of his sister and quickly took off his leather jacket. He threw it over Natalie's shoulders in his attempt to keep her warm. "I don't know." he replied in his heavy New York accent. "But there are other survivors. Let's go look for them."

"I lost one of my shoes."

Clarence grinned. "We'll find it. Don't worry."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

I never explained this so I apologize, but you landed on a high mountain plateau only a couple hundred feet across. The plane landed in the middle and everyone was thrown all around it.

[Jingles]

The boat gurgled to a stop at the rickety jetty, waves crashing against the side, splashing Lavrenty's face with filthy river water. "OUT! OUT OF THE BOATS!" Roared the Commissar through his tin loud-hailer. Lavrenty scrambled with the others for the exit climbing onto the dock, and staggering along towards the munitions dump. A plane tore across the sky overhead, and he ducked instinctively, only to be shouted at by more officers. In the distance the aircraft banked and came back again - a twin engined Junkers. This time it was heading straight for the dump, ignoring the pitiful vessels that littered the surface of the river. The Commissars yelled at him to keep marching, but he wanted to hide. He knew he had to - the plane was coming closer. He saw flashes on the nose, and before he had time to react beyond dropping his jaw in terror, cannon rounds exploded around him. The air was full of blood and body parts severed by the massive impact of the rounds. He hit the floor, not knowing whether out of instinct or because he had been wounded, but didn't have time to find out - ten feet away a dozen crates of ammunition exploded as a round hit them. Everything was white and hot and loud.

Lavrenty jerked awake. All he could hear was the roar of the wind and snow, all he could feel was the biting, icy cold, and all he could see was twisted wreckage and bodies. He turned over, and winced in pain. His hip ached intensely, and his head stung - he touched it with his fingers. Blood. Then he remembered. It came back to him in a flood of memories, the strange flight, the crazy announcement, the terror of the descent. For a moment he was taken aback at the sheer unlikelyness of his survival, until he heard someone calling out elsewhere in the wreckage, and resolved to limp over towards them.

[King Acunasti]

"Clarence," Natalie said to her brother quietly. "I'm bleeding."

Clarence frowned when he saw the blood on his sister's leg. "Son of a b*tch!" he hissed. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you taken care of."

"We should've stayed in New York." Natalie mumbled.

"No," Clarence said. "We should've taken a different plane out of New York. F**kin' psychos chrashing the plane and leavin' us to die!" Clarence then kicked something in the snow. He bent down and picked up the object. "I found your missing shoe."

"Thank you!" Natalie replied.

Clarence bent down and helped Natalie put the shoe back onto her foot. "There." he said, standing up. "One shoe on each foot."

Natalie let out a small giggle. But it was quiet, and it ended quickly. She looked out at the disturbing crash. "Is that...Is that a little girl over there?" she asked.

"I think so." Clarence replied. "Let's check it out."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Debby screamed and cried; she always had a strong voice and it showed. Her shrill cries cut through the air, mixed in with the survivors confusion, the scene was pure chaos.

As Natalie moved towards her, Debby shrieked and cowered in fear, crying "Nana! Momma! Dada!"