Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5041507-20140716001620

Forrestib was a 17 year old boy. He was somewhat above average height and rather slender. He had dirty blonde hair and eyes that, depending on the light, could look blue, grey, or green at different times. He had a fairly unkempt look to him, with stubble on his chin and dirt practically double-coating his feet and neck. His fingers were scarred and raw due to very old bad habits he had aquired when he was very young. He wore an indigo metal ring on his left middle finger, a gift from his older sister.

He sat on the wooden bench in front of his computer. He thought this latest RP was definitely going to be a good one. After all, how could it not be. Monty Oum himself had organized it! It was ridiculously exciting to be one of only 48 people to get to participate in Monty's first RP.

He started to type his first paragraph into the text field. The world seemed to fade around him and he almost felt like he was really there in the main courtyard at Beacon. He could almost feel the grass between Evan's bare toes.

Then he noticed something was wrong. He could actually smell the outdoors. He realized he was in trouble when he tried to look away from his screen only to find that he couldn't. He wasn't even typing anymore that he was aware of. This was very bad. He needed to actually post what he was writing and he couldn't do that unless he could get back to reality.

He looked around himself frantically for any signs that where, and who, he was wasn't real. As far as he could tell he now actually was Evan Verdant, student at Beacon academy in Vale. How could this even happen? How could someone get so invested in their writing that they literally got lost in their own words!

He couldn't even see the words anymore. The world around him looked completely real. There was no way he could even describe everything he was seeing with a limited number of words. He held his hand out in front of him and flexed the fingers. They felt like his fingers. They looked like his fingers. Actually, come to think of it they looked exactly like his hands, right down to his ring. And wasn't Evan supposed to be shorter than this?

He promptly stopped examining himself when the sky turned red. Everything turned dark. He looked around to see that none of the other students were even reacting. Could they not see what was happening?

A voice boomed and seemed to shake the earth, "Attention RPers. I welcome you to my world."

Forrestib recognized the voice as Monty's.

It continued, "My name is Monty Oum. And as of this moment, I am in control of this world. I'm sure most of you have already noticed that this is no ordinary RP. Let me assure you, this is not a mistake. I repeat, this is intentional. This is how this RP was designed to be. You cannot leave your computer and no-one from the outside will be able to wake you from the trance you are now in. If they separate you from your computer by force, your brain will fire every neuron simultaniously, destroying your brain and ending your life."

Forrestib could only stare into the reddened sky in horror. This could only mean one thing. This wasn't just an RP anymore. This was real.

Monty spoke again, "Despite a warning being clearly visible on your computer screens, the families and friends of some of you have tried to remove you from your computers, an unfortunate decision, to say the least. As a result, the RP now has eight fewer players than when it began. They have perished in both Remnant and the real world."

Forrestib felt sick to his stomach. He wondered, if he threw up would the vomit be what he had eaten or what Evan had? He decided it didn't matter. 8 people were dead. Monty had killed them. What was he thinking anyway?

Monty continued to speak, "Your screens now display footage of the other player's deaths as well as the previous warning. It's safe to say that by now the likelyhood of your forced removal are minimal at best. I hope this brings you comfort as you attempt to graduate Beacon. It is important to remember: If you die in the RP, or if you are expelled from Beacon, your brain will be destroyed. There is only one way for you all to escape now. You must graduate Beacon. Right now, you're scattered across the school grounds, all of you first years on your second week. Last but not least, I've allowed you all to see each other as you truly are. The NPCs will still see you as your OC avatars, but other players will know who you are on sight."

Oh no. Forrestib didn't want people seeing his face! That's why he had his mask! Now a bunch of random strangers on the internet were going to see his real face as if being stuck in Remnant and possibly dying wasn't enough to deal with. When he graduated Monty was so getting kicked in the tracea.

Speak of the devil, "Right now you are probably wondering why. Why would Monty Oum, creator of RWBY, do this? Ultimately my goal was a simple one. The reason I created RWBY to begin with was to control the fate of a world of my own design. As you can see I have acheived my goal. RPers, I wish you the best of luck."

Forrestib watched as the sky returned to its previous color. He then realized that he needed to find the other players if they were to get out of this alive. They'd all need to work together if they wanted to survive. But first, some experimentation wouldn't hurt.

He walked up to a few random students and said hi. Several of them recognized him. So what Monty had said about the NPCs was true. To most of the world he looked just like Evan Verdant. Then something occured to him. He took out Evan's boomerang, Demi V. He held it in his hand and, oddly enough, it felt like he knew how to use it. He threw it and it followed the path he had wanted it to. He caught it once it returned. How had he been able to do that so effortlessly without ever having even thrown a normal boomerang before? The only explanation was that his clothes and appearance to NPCs weren't the only thing he had gotten from his OC. He obviously had all Evan's talents now as well. Did this mean he could play guitar?

He then looked up when he heard someone call to him by his username. Another player had found him.

-(whew, long starter post. Sorry 'bout that guys. Had to get through all the exposition and crud. Anyway whoever wants to can be the person there at the end, up to you. As far as posting order let's just go with the order that we're listed on the blog post. That's simplest for everyone to keep track of I think. That means you're up next, PWNG.)- 