Thread: The Off-topic Crew’s Gantz RP

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On a cold winter night, in the living room of an apartment not unlike many other in the area, a huge black sphere materializes in the blink of an eye. Upon its smooth, glossy surface, a message written in a green tint appears on the front (the side facing the open part of the room): “Hmm, well, this should be fun. I’ve never had a bunch of newcomers face such a powerful alien their first time out.” After being on the surface of the sphere for no more than a minute, the message disappears and another - even direr one - appears seconds later: “Yes, this is the night my duty will be fulfilled, for it is a destroyer of planets the contestants shall face tonight.” Suddenly, the message disappears, and a narrow beam of light consisting of various colors shoots out from the front of the sphere… It’s the first contestant!

GM notes: Yes, I've made Gantz (or whatever you want to call it) the "bad guy". I know that may not be the case in the manga, but I've done so to ensure this game is interesting and entertaining, so please don't complain about it.

Also, this RP will use the system established by Angryman for his latest game, so if you have any questions, look in his OOC thread, because I don‘t want to waste my time explaining something that‘s already been explained.

Participants:

- Sawamura Sousuke (Male) [Urameshi-sama]
- Shinji Takehara (Male) [morten]
- Taki (Male) [Hadou]
- Victoria Vicelli (Female) [Popothepenguin]
- Yuki Stevens (Male) [Shin_Igami]

NPCs:

- Brandon Slunk (Male)
- Jack Knight (Male)
- Robert Coyote (Male)

Shinji trembles in convulsions, still the picture of him falling into the refuse chute of that garbage truck. The rotating knives chopping his body into pieces...
Shit he thinks, is this the end? And they only wanted to hunt some gang rivals down and now this crimson shit...

But wait... what's that light? Shinji opens his eyes. Huh? He looks down himself. I am... not hurt?. He looks around and recognizes himself in a shiny but vacant apartment. And in front of him... a huge black ball... gloomy reflecting his own image.

What is that shit?! Shinji speaks out loud... He looks back of him - but no existent inventory besides the ball - outside the window the black city skyline of Tokyo. Shinji instantly checks his mobile - but no signal. Huh? What the fu...

But before he can do something else, he hears something...

Shwu Shwu Shwu It's a laser beam coming out of the ball, standing still right in the air twitching around... slowly feet materialize before Shinji, then legs, then hips...

Yuki reached down into the pocket of his shirt. A brand new pack of cigarette was waiting for him there. Opening the box took an effort. Getting the lighter out, and lighting a coffin nail was pure agony. He drew in deeply, inhaling the smoke, then coughed out his cigarette, and some blood. Looking down at the gaping hole in his chest, he reflected absently that one could not smoke without functional lungs... His vision dimmed...
and slammed into focus.
He was looking up at the average japanese teenager. Black Hair, Black eyes, and dressed up in this "I am trying to make a statement to the world" sort of way. Yuki blinked, not quite sure of where he was. The devil would probably be made of sterner stuff, the lord would probably not wear jeans.
"Did I just die? No wait, why didn't I die?" he asked out loud.
Before the other guy could answer, the ball began to buzz again.

It had been a normal day until those men entered the store.
"Give us the money NOW."
Taki couldn't respond, not because of fear, but because he just was completely unable to. He had stood there for a few good minutes when the next thing he heard was a loud bang.

It was like he blinked, as the next thing he knew he was in a room. Two other guys were there. The only thing he could think was Wha?. He looked at both of them for a second more and then lost interest. Shrugged his shoulders and walked around to see where they were fully.

Now introducing the cannon fodder:

At a club in Tokyo, Tart is playing for a packed house. During their break, the singer, Jack, gets himself a beer. After meeting back up with his fellow band mates (Brandon and Robert) in the dressing room, Jack says, “Hey, what do you boys say we go out for some drinks and women after we get done with this gig?” Brandon looks up from staring at the floor and says, “Sounds good”. He continues, “I haven’t had the companionship of a lady in almost two months. It‘s been rough, man--not going to sleep with…” Robert interrupts, “You two can do whatever you want tonight, but I’m not going. I have a wife and child back home.”

Robert turns his back to Jack and Brandon, and begins to walk through the dressing room door. “Don’t turn your back on your best friends for your bitch and brat!” yells Jack. Robert, now enraged, turns around and storms at Jack, stabbing him with a knife he'd been carrying in his back pocket. Jack drops to the ground, his wound squirting blood everywhere. In response to the sudden turn of events, Brandon pulls out a gun from under his jacket and shoots Robert. Robert falls on top of Jack. As Brandon kneels down to check on their conditions, Robert lunges his right arm out, stabbing him in his chest. With the knife still firmly planted in his chest, Brandon falls forward, causing it to plunge deeper.

Opening their eyes, Brandon, Jack and Robert find themselves in a small apartment. There are three other people in the room. "Are we dead?" asks Jack. Suddenly, a huge black ball in the room begins to buzz.

Vicky Vicelli opens her eyes, she flies to the side as if the car had still been there. She felt the cold wood breeze her cheeks and looked up. 6 scary looking men surrounded her. She crawled into a corner of the room uneasy for the first time in her life.

Sousuke jumped into the room and pointed his oozy straight ahead.
Then he blinked.
The murderer who killed his parents was reading to his own son. He wasn't sure what to make of this irony.
Everyone in the room was in a stunned silence.

Them the boy screamed.
This pulled Sousuke and the father out of their shock, and the father promptly covered the boy's mouth. Sousuke also sprang into action, and started fumbling with the gun to get it ready.

"We'll give you whatever you want," said the man.
Sousuke looked up at him in confusion. His uncle hadn't recognized him.

"Just don't hu--"
The man stopped mid-sentence and the boy's eyes widened.

Sousuke spun around, but it was too late.
crack crack
He felt the first shell hit his hip and was able to see the second shell fly after his body had finished the motion. He felt this shell rip through his liver and he glimpsed his aunt, holding the rifle, before falling backwards into a drowsy darkness.

After what seemed an eternity of silence and unconsciousness, Sousuke felt some sensation around his feet. He couldn't open his eyes but felt his body disappearing from his legs upwards. He frantically tried to crawl away from his invisible ailer, but his entire body was eventually consumed by the transfer.

He felt his body return to normal and opened his eyes. He found himself among 6 other men and 1 woman, the latter of which was hiding in a corner. All of them looked as bewildered as he was.

Sousuke got up and looked around, seeking the most inviting person to interrogate. He approached the woman in the corner and keeping his distance, asked,
"Excuse me, miss. Do you know where we are and how I got here? The last thing I recall was being shot twice and dying on the floor. I don't recognize anyone here, nor do I recognize the location."

If it wasn't for the fact that all of them had probably just died, Yuki would have laughed. A guy who wouldn't talk, a kid almost overflowing with teen angst, a squad of sweaty and half drunk idiots gaping at everything like gold fish, a bimbo, and a french-speaking playboy wannabe... just where exactly were they supposed to go with that kind of crew?
He sat down, pulled a cigarette out, and lit himself one. He exhaled satisfyingly white smoke. At least, that still worked the way it was meant to.
The girl still hadn't answered.
"If you wanted to make her feel better, maybe you should have omitted the "shot twice" part.", he called out from across the room.

"... Uh, I'm not sure where we are..." she answered the french man. "Am I being sold into slavery or something?" She shuddered nervously. "I'm not ready for that! I'm only seventeen!" Tears slowly rolled down her eyes.

Sousuke turned his head to look at the interjector and realized that he was in a fairly Japanese crowd before he turned back to the muttering woman. He switched languages to Japanese before consoling the girl and saying, "Don't worry so much. I'm sure things will work out somehow. Let's figure out whats going on first though."

Sousuke patted her on the shoulder before turning back to the smoker and asking, "How'd you end up here?" He also looked at the other people in the room, hoping his eye contact would be enough to elicit responses from them as well. He was especially caught by the kid wearing the flamboyant suit and a pissed-off attitude.