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grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmemers2018-01-29 05:16 pm
CRAU MURDERGAME MEME
THE CRAU MURDERGAME (And Mafia) MEME
- You wake up somewhere new. And unlike your first go-around, you know what's happening this time.
This might be your second - third, fourth time in a murdergame. Maybe you had even hosted one, or ran it yourself. You recognize some of your fellow captives, and even the ones you don't seem to have emerged from similar situations.
Either way, you know the drill by now: you're trapped aboard an allegedly haunted school that's floating about in space, and your legion of hosts (an odd collection of characters, which may include but is not limited to: a robot bear, a male voice that only speaks via the intercom, a horrible abomination fast food mascot, a terrifying lich(?), Neil Patrick Harris and an eerily familiar celebrity who's incredibly famous out in space) then suddenly get told that there's only one way to escape, and that's by one thing alone: murder.
Been there, done that.
Each time a murder happens, there's going to be an investigation, and then a trial. Naturally, more often than not, you have to find the culprit or else. Hope that it all comes back to you.
(This meme is intended for CRAU characters and NPCs from previous murdergames (Dangan Roleplay, Foolish Mortals, Trustfell, Parasomnia, Curtains, etc), mafia/murder PSLs/other games (Nope's Peak, Newlydead Game, EpicMafia, etc) and characters from canons that center around "killing games" (Dangan Ronpa, CLUE, Willy Wonka, Hunger Games, etc).
MURDERGAME TYPE:
- 1. Investigative. This type of murdergame relies on having specific culprits per trial, each one handpicked as a culprit or victim.
2. Mafia. Specific characters are chosen to be either a group of killers or a single killer from the very beginning. Other roles may also be given to other characters, such as Doctor, Gunsmith, etc.
3. Hunger Games. No trials. No investigations. No downtime. Just an all-out bloodbath. May the odds be ever in your favor.
PROMPTS:
- 1. Welcome to Hell, Enjoy Your Stay! You've only just woken up, but immediately, you panic. Thankfully, you're not alone, and some of these people are unfamiliar to you - but all of you are terrified.
2. So How About that Murder? You've just been told by your Legion of Hosts that "hey, you've got to kill to survive" and immediately, we're back on your bullshit.
3. MOOOOOOTIVE! It's been quite some time and your mastermind is pretty much sick and tired of all of this fluffy and sweetness to the point that they've put their hands down and decided that they've got to do something about it. But what's it going to be this week?
4. So Do You Want To Be A Mole? Probably not, but it seems that whoever is overseeing your game thinks that you'd be great to be the game's spy.
5. Roles, Roles, Roles! Specific to the Mafia set up, sometimes you're given a specific role. Maybe you can pass out weapons or guns to people. Or perhaps you can speak to the dead. Maybe you can block someone from killing for the evening. Whatever it is, you're special. Just make sure not to get killed. (For ideas on roles, feel free to utilize this list here!)
6. So you're Mafia now, eh? You are one of the elite. The ones chosen to vote for who dies each week. Whether it's by choice or by chance, you've got a dirty job to do and you have to do it... or else. But hey, at least you're not alone! You've got some buddies to help you do the work with you.
7. What's that? Somehow, somewhere, you've managed to find some sort of machine that takes a special kind of coin and pops out some sort of item? Who knows.
8. Free Time Events Throughout the week, you're free to do as you please, so what are you going to do, even with the threat of murder hanging over your heads? Might as well get to know your fellow captives, right?
9. Kill or Be Killed Whether you're mafia or just a solo killer, it's time to start your murder on! There's plenty of ways to do it. So how's it gonna be done this time?
10. IT'S INVESTIGATION TIME! Ding dong bing bong, a body has been discovered! Whether or not you'll actually find any clues, however, to who did it might be a bit of a toughie.
11. Let's figure this out The trial starts and everyone's eyes are on everyone else. Whether you're given a list of suspects or not, there's a killer to catch! But will you catch the right one? Or scapegoat someone else entirely innocent?
12. I remember...! In some murder games, memories are key. Every Sunday, you remember something from your past that you've somehow forgotten. But why was it lost in the first place? And why are you remembering it now, all of a sudden? It is a mystery, truly.
13. And the mastermind is-? Is it truly someone outside of the group? Or perhaps it was one of your friends after all? It's time to finally finish this, solve all the mysteries, defeat the evil twisted things, maybe get the Golden End and go home.
14. WILDCARD Anything else that I'm missing? JUST JAM AND PLAY IT OUT!
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Murders go by - of people they like, of people they hate. Executions come and go. There's so few of them now, hovering just above ten people the final killing night, and Ichigo doesn't spend time with Akira on that night, choosing to go out and explore.
So it's when there's a loud thump on Akira's door, like someone just slammed their fist into the door without bothering to knock?
Something's up.]
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[but his resolve is so much stronger now. especially after he's faced his weaknesses, experienced exactly how far he's willing to bend in order to save people. sometimes something has to break in order for it to heal stronger than it was before, and Akira's tenacity, his determination, his resolve and his sturdy sense of self are practically unshakable. even when shit gets tough. even when people he comes to like turn into victims or killers. he promised Ichigo he'd make it through this time, and he sure as hell intends to do just that]
[and he'll save everyone again this time around, too. but he'll do it his way]
[he stays in on this particular killing night, as he usually does, since it's safer that way. and since guilt isn't determined by alibis alone now, it's all right for him to stay in alone. but when that pounding echoes from his bedroom door, his plans for a peaceful evening locked safely away are pretty shattered]
[he hops out of bed, trots towards the door and presses his hands against it, brows furrowed]
Who's there!
[killing night. he isn't stupid]
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[Ichigo's voice is muffled - but even through the door, it's clear to hear that he's in pain as a sharp 'ngh' breaks through whatever he was going to say.
And if Akira opens the door, he'll see Ichigo standing there - his arms and chest covered in blood, body slightly shaking from the obvious wounds on his chest and arms.]
Couldn't - stop them - hhn -
[He pitches forward, about to fall on shaky limbs - obviously incredibly exhausted from whatever fight he'd just been in.]
1/2
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Ichi--
[-- fuck. they got so far, and now this??]
What happened?!
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[His voice is muffled, his face burying itself into Akira's shoulder for a moment, before he shakily pulls himself back.]
Thought they just wanted to explore with me, but - attacked me when they thought I was distracted -
[He's trying to breath through the pain, eye squinting hard as he recounts what he can - including the part that will most likely destroy the man in front of him.
The part that will be his death warrant.]
- Managed to block it, and they fought me...as hard as they could. Went on - for a while...Backed me into a corner - I couldn't block, and I...
[He swallows, hard.]
...I reacted.
[And from the way he says it?
It's clear what exactly that means.]
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[he slumps to the floor, Ichigo still held tightly in his grasp, and tries to remember how to breathe]
You. . . [reacted. he knows what that means. he knows how honed Ichigo's battle senses are. how hard he can fight to keep himself from dying when the moment calls for it]
[Akira's stringing everything together at lightning speed. murder. Ichigo committed a murder. in self defense, but that hardly mattered, here. to their hosts, it was a killing all the same]
[Ichigo committed a murder. Akira couldn't cover for him without risking the lives of the few of them that remained]
[Ichigo was going to die]
[he finally finds his words, as breathless as they are]
You can't--
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[He was silent as Akira dragged him in, following him wherever he was led, down to the floor (which was a relief, on his tired and aching limbs, for his body covered in both sweat and blood. But when those words - those two words - come out of Akira's mouth, his response is instant.
He smiles, sadly - so sad, soft and fond, the smile of someone who's accepted their fate from the moment his sword punctured through his opponent's heart, and he gently lifts a slightly shaking hand to trace the scar from the bullet on his boyfriend's cheek with a calloused finger.]
...I won't ask you, or anyone else, to die for me. So -
[He takes in a breath, before he speaks again, trying to keep his voice from trembling as much as he possibly can.]
So...You'll have to give the bastards running this hell in my name. Okay, Akira?
[A promise made so very long ago, in a place like and yet unlike this one - that vow they'd made on what to do if the other dies.
And the other promise, made when Ichigo was afraid he'd have to kill Rin.
'If I ever kill someone...
...vote for me, Akira.']
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[but. . .]
[Akira isn't a lawful good type. and after three and then some weeks of absolute hell, he isn't about to let go of the one shred of light he's managed to grasp onto in the midst of everything]
Shut up!
[he hisses those words sharply, although any anger within them isn't directed at Ichigo. he brings both hands up, palms cradling Ichigo's cheeks, his own gaze stern and unwavering]
Don't-- don't give up just yet! There has to be something we can do. A loophole, or. . . something, right? It isn't as though you killed someone because of a motive! That has to change things!
[he's not stupid. he knows it doesn't]
[but since when has Akira ever given up without some kind of fight?]
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He's going through the stages of grief, isn't he? Denial was the first. And he knows exactly what Akira's going through because he's been there, on that moment when Akira confessed to murdering Erika a few minutes before the votes were locked in. His had been much faster, but it had to be - he didn't have time to go through it, and had to make a decision.
That was one of the reasons he went to Akira - though the others were just as important. The major one, though?
That they were partners, and he refused to let Akira not know about what he'd just done until it came out at the trial.]
...There's no loophole. They're going to think it was still murder, and you know that.
[It's gentle, though - and he leans into Akira's hands, feeling so, so tired after everything is said and done. He's tried so hard to be strong, to keep going - and now, that he's stumbled so close to the finish line?
He doesn't mind showing how tired he actually is, in front of the one person who's always, always been his source of hope.]
...I love you.
[Aishiteru.
Just like when they were both waiting to die, only this time? It's just him alone.
And he can accept that.]
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Fucking. . .
[and just like that, the fight seeps right out of Akira. he slumps forward, forehead thunking against Ichigo's, eyes slipping shut. there's an uncomfortable lump in his throat, and he just. he doesn't want to do this. he doesn't want to go through this again]
Why. . . does it always happen like this. . .?
[as though the last time was not his fault]
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It's not the death he fears. It's what will happen without him being there that gives him the most pause.
He gives a mirthless chuckle, closing his own eye and wrapping his bloody, injured arms around Akira, because - well, they're not going to matter soon, are they.]
...Maybe we're cursed.
[Maybe Yhwach cursed him right before he was taken away - it seemed like the kind of spiteful thing he'd do.
But ultimately, he's joking - even if jokes don't seem appropriate right now.]
Or our 'fate' to be star-crossed lovers, like something out of a bad manga.
[He knows how you feel about fate, that's why he says it sarcastically.]
But...I wanted...I wanted to live with you, this time. I really...
...I really did.
[And his voice finally, finally cracks as he admits that, swallowing hard.]
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[christ]
[as if Ichigo showing up at his front door having just killed someone wasn't enough. those words slice right through Akira, cutting away every single mask he might've forced himself to wear in this scenario to leave nothing but raw grief behind]
You. . . [idiot]
[that arm slides around his shoulders, and Akira immediately leans into Ichigo in return. Ichigo's hurt, Akira should really be careful, but at the same time fuck being careful, because this person is going to die soon so that everyone else can live. and the thought of having to stand up and face down whatever else this horrible murder place has to throw at them alone is. . . terrifying]
[it'll be the first time he's ever truly been that way since waking up at Nope's Peak, after all]
[he'll be fine. Akira's sturdy and tenacious. he'll don his determination like a badge and cut down any and everything that stands in his way after this, spurred forward by the anger that boils in his chest when he thinks about every loved one he's lost. but for now?]
[he needs to crack a little]
Fuck fate, and fuck being cursed. [he drops one hand to Ichigo's shoulder, fingers curling into his bloodied shirt. his words are full of venom and exhaustion, all at once] I'm sick and tired of being some stupid character in some stupid tragedy novel.
When the hell is fighting back going to get us a suitable ending?
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[It's soft, vulnerable - but it's the truth. He swallows hard, drawing Akira closer to himself, even as his wounds bleed and scream in pain.
He doesn't want to leave Akira either - to leave him alone here, so close to the end, when both of them were so tired, leaning and relying on each other to be their points of light in this place, their hope -
But there's no choice. The only other outcome is him winning, and that's an outcome he refuses to accept. He will never allow himself to be the winner, not at the expense of everyone else there including the person in his arms, who's breaking and grieving at the future and this tragedy.
And Ichigo is nothing if not self-sacrificing.]
I'm...sorry, Akira.
[He doesn't even know why he's apologizing, but in the moment? It feels like he should. To apologize for leaving him behind? For not being able to escape his attacker or injure them non-lethally? For the fact that they're both trapped in this game, unable to escape, unable to be happy together and be the young adults they both are?
Maybe it's for all of them, but he can't say. He places his lips on the top of Akira's head - not moving for a long moment, silently thinking of everything to come.]
I'm sorry.
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[what isn't fair is the fact that Ichigo will have to die for the act of defending himself from someone whose intentions were far more sinister. whether they want him to. . . or not]
[but he doesn't say that. with his face buried in Ichigio's (bloody, this is gross) shoulder, all he can in this very moment is grab a firm hold of that warmth, allow himself to lean into and appreciate it, because he knows that he isn't going to have it for much longer]
[okay. chin up, Kurusu. you can't stay like this forever. you've got work to do]
[he sucks in a sharp breath to steel himself, the mental reminder that he can't stay cracked for too long spurring him back into action. and with that, he pulls away, although his hands still rest on Ichigo's shoulders. his expression is stony, but determined]
. . . okay.
[okay. he can do this. he doesn't want to, but he can]
You're hurt. We need to get you cleaned up and your wounds treated.