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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] foolishmemers2017-11-18 10:53 pm

MASTERMIND AU


THE MASTERMIND AU

To those who aren't familiar, this is essentially an AU where your character is the one responsible for a Foolish Mortals round, and all of the carnage that came with it, from the kidnapping to the motives to the trials to the executions! And now, they have chosen to reveal themselves before the remaining members of their class at the final trial!

As such, you are free to play around with this as much as you would like; was your character just another pawn in the grand scheme of things, or did your character put everyone in the game for a different reason? What is your character's motivation for bringing despair? What do they intend to get out of this seemingly senseless killing? And what does the rest of the class have to do to stop the madness and go home?

There's probably going to be quite a bit of AUing from your character's original canon happening here to make them into the best harbingers of despair they can be, so feel free to go as nuts with it as you want to! And, of course, feel free to tag others with your character's reaction to their classmate's big reveal; it doesn't matter whether or not your character made it to endgame, or if they were in a different round, have fun and mix up the survivor pool as much as you'd like!

Original meme text borrowed and modified from [personal profile] loveisanopendoor!

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Look, I really wanted to do this

[personal profile] keyofimagination 2017-11-19 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Sure, Rod might not have the best morals in the universe, but honestly? His high sense of morality is the only reason why he refused to sell his soul and become the mastermind. And if it was lower…

Well, when the guests enter the final trial room, they’ll find a dark room, with nothing in it besides a tv, displaying nothing but static.

When all the guests enter, the doors suddenly slam and lock behind them, and a familiar voice echoes through the room. It is completely devoid of any emotion.]


Good day everyone. I hope you found the room alright.
pavlovsdad: (Ready for some rousing snooty laughter?)

[personal profile] pavlovsdad 2017-11-19 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a clap clap clap from the stage. A horrid little man in a horrid little suit is smiling a false smile and chuckling a false chuckle. When he finishes his applause, he straightens his tie and smiles for a series of camera that have revealed themselves around the room. Some of them robotically move in close to your faces to get that sweet, sweet drama.]

Good show, everyone. The drama, the action, all very entertaining. I think our ratings did quite well this year, thanks to your efforts.
darthfanboy: (013)

[personal profile] darthfanboy 2017-11-19 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[JUST FUCKIN TRIES TO SMASH A CAMERA]
pavlovsdad: (How droll)

[personal profile] pavlovsdad 2017-11-19 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He is successful! I mean, there's others attached to the ceiling and others are zooming in to get that shot of the camera attack. But hey, you got one buddy. Good for you.]

Oh dear, really. That will be coming out of your paycheck, of course.

[personal profile] plus_actor 2017-11-19 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Smoke from fog machines steam into the room, geled neon lights pouring red and blue, and a decent writing desk. It's pretty liveable for a man on a decent wage, you can have a good fondue party.

But fondue would have to wait in the trial room, for something much more goddamn weirder was steaming in the fondue part. And if was not cheese.

A man in leather jacket and prescription glasses is typing furiously at the typewriter.]


...typing furiously. The prisoners would soon arrive like buns on a hot steaming plate to a buffet of mystery and terror. And this time there was no closing hours or soft drinks. They would come face to face with the spinner, the machinist of this machination.

[He finally gets up and..drops the typewriter with a crash. Oops.]

...right.

I'm Garth Marenghi. Author, visionary, dreamweaver. Plus actor. You are about to enter the world of my imagination... You are entering my Darkplace.

...I mean Mastermind Trial
Edited 2017-11-19 06:31 (UTC)
ilovepuppies: (Stardust Daisy Devastation)

[personal profile] ilovepuppies 2017-11-19 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Case 3 was the moment that Star had had enough. When she walked through that door and found Sylvia and Wander lifeless, something inside her broke. She found the man responsible- Dr. Facilier- and made him pay. But she still felt empty inside. Was it because vengeance didn't bring them back? No, it was because Facilier was just a pawn in an even greater scheme. That her friends were done in by some lackey just twisted the knife further. She had to find the one responsible for everything.

She had to get the attention of the man in charge, which meant she had to see this through to the end. The more people died, the colder she grew inside. WALL-E. Tip. Kiara. Fiddlef- well no okay fuck him. But you get the point. She had to close herself off to the pain of losing them, because she had to do this. For Wander and Sylvia's sake.

When the door opens, did you expect to see her there? She's sitting in a tall chair on the far end of the room. She's got on a jacket and top hat that are entirely too big for her and she's tapping a cane impatiently on the floor.]


Heeeeeeey, guys.

[MASTERMIND TRIAL START]
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[personal profile] forgottenfounder 2017-11-19 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[You would think that, following the disastrous trial of Professor Ratigan, that all the secrets of the group had finally come to light. Except this time, things are a bit different.

After the trial is finished up, and everyone drags themselves back up the elevator, Oswald is nowhere to be found. No matter where they look, there doesn't seem to be hair or tail of the hare. And then, they manage to get down to the final room of the tower.

The doors open, and John's robotic corpse falls to the floor before everyone. At least, it would seem it belongs to John, the synthetic/plastic skin that would have covered him has seemingly all been melted away, leaving a broken metal husk on the ground.
]

...Sorry about that.

[A voice calls from the darkness, and shortly after, Oswald steps out. He looks the same as he did before he disappeared. Although, he does seem a bit more... drippy? And clutched in one of his hands, is a paintbrush.]

Robots can be such a problem. Trust me, I know. [A plain smile.] Congratulations on getting this far, but don't think that you're all done yet.

[MASTERMIND TRIAL START]