Armageddon to Promiseland Gameshow! (OOC and Recruitment)
Armageddon to Promise land! Tarot Game show of Doom!
The television screen suddenly cuts to a black screen. The quick sound of trumpets play in the background and a light shines into an eloquent room. Everything appearing satin on a grey loveseat. A light shines down reveal only half of a gentleman. His hair combed back and parted, the level of blond is beyond human reckoning his sharp blue eyes and gentle smile mark him as a gentleman. He wears an all-white tuxedo.
“Greetings…players.” His voice like smooth ice sliding down your throat. “I come bearing great news. The Omega Apocalypse is upon us!” He sweeps his arms as he gets up to give a large bow. “I have come to inform everyone here that the end is upon us. Fear not though our lord is ever merciful…”
The lights suddenly shift to black light. White outline showing off a black tux in a dark room. The right side of this light fixture. “It turns out God was a fool! Thus we have decided that the next world shall be built by one of you! HAHAHAHAHA-urk!?”
The light clicked back over to left side revealing the white being in mid laugh. “Excuse me…We are looking for those with a powerful resolve. Twenty-two fools who will compete to become the next world.” He lifted up his glass to take a sip of a clear substance. As he held it in his hand he spun the contents. “The rules are simple…twenty-two people will come forward to participate in the post-apocalyptic world of Earth! The winner of these games will eventually be the only one left standing and will evolve into the “God” of the new world.”
The light flicks again and a glass from the darkness on the left is thrown onto the floor. “NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING!” The camera zooming in and the devilish grin. “How boring would it be if I got knocked out first? Right!? TELL ME I AM RIGHT!?”
Something off screen takes out the light and darkness fills the screen. The left light returns. “Beelzel quiet yourself…I cannot have you spoil the fun for our Deities.” He opened his arms wide and said, “Rapture will becoming by the end of this broadcast, do be quick as only the first twenty-two callers will be selected.” A soft but power chuckle leaving as the screen goes black.
A small flame revealing Beelzel’s face grinning appears on screen. “Quickly before the end grabs you… 1-999-666-7777.”
With the screen going dark it took not moments before large holy lights would begin to vaporize cities, pillars of dark flame shoot through the streets and claim the lives of many.
A voice echoes through the world into the minds of everyone. The evil cackle of Beelzel…”Dextera who do you think will claim the world?” A sip of wine and the simple phrase, “Tantum potest dici facultatem ad celeri.” Both of their laughter can be heard as the entire world was brought to ruin and the days of man…ended.
OOC: Hello everyone! Happy to see you here. My name is Kortaga and I welcome you to the court!
Now this is going to be a post-apocalyptic game show where the winner will receive the right to remake the entire world in their image. There will be many twists and turns in the game show of hell but the real question is…will you survive?
Your hosts are Dextera Angel of light and right hand of the lord himself and Beelzel the demon of Envy and the left hand of Lucifer. It will be up to you to form teams or perform solo and be the last survivor. Each of you will be given a special gift or ability…some of you may even gain more if the crowds favor you.
Consider this the Hunger Games of immortality!
So does anyone care to dance?
