Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-05-2013, 22:55:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong><br><strong>Willpower;</strong>&nbsp; (Nothing over 20.&nbsp; High rolls fail Will saves.&nbsp; Every 25 % lowers Will by one unless told otherwise.)<br><strong>Corruption %;</strong>&nbsp; (Every Will Save failed, increase by 5 unless told otherwise.)<br><strong>Favor Points;</strong>&nbsp; (Can be used for a number of different things.&nbsp; Rewarded for accepting game challenges.&nbsp; Only used during your turn and before you roll.)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Physical/mental changes</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>(Spoiler for easy tracking of increase in height, bust size, dominance, skin color, kinks and fetishes endured, etc.&nbsp; Just list, nothing fancy.&nbsp; I'll leave the first posts to you folks.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 00:53:31</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>It all started a late Saturday morning in May, when nineteen-year-old art student Zelda decided to pay her friend Mary a visit. <br><br>Not that there was anything particular about this; after all, the two girls attended the same college (even though they didn't stuidy the same subjects) and lived in the same dorm -- so all Zelda really needed to do in order to get to where she was going was to cross the hallway and lightly knock on Mary's door. <br><br>And so she set out to do exactly that. Leaving her own room, wearing a light purple sweater and an ankle-length skirt -- as well as a headscarf with a psychedelic flower pattern (the outfit, combined with the fact that she was barefoot, did make her look a little like a hippie or flower child from the '60s), she moved on soft naked feet down the corridor to see if Mary was up yet.<br><br>"Mary?" she said, in a soft, melodious voice as she knocked on the door. "Are you awake?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 01:06:49</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary was currently in the middle of getting dress, already in her pink panties and green skirt. The half-dressed girl speed up once she heard Zelda's calm voice. She quickly put on a black bra and rushed to the door. Mary open the door, her bra looking hastily put on. "Hi, Zelda." She said, seemingly flustered. "How are you?" The friend asked. She always enjoy her childhood friend's daily visits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 01:22:31</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>"I'm so bored," Zelda complained. "I've been up for hours and there's nothing to do." <br><br>Unlike many college student, Zelda was an early riser; not because it was healthy or anything, but because she simply liked mornings. Especially in the summer half of the year, she liked to get up early and watch the sunrise... and then maybe go for a walk in the early morning silence. Listening to music on her iPod or gathering inspiration for her artwork. (Weirdly enough, she also liked evenings, and was something so rare as an early-morning person and a late-night person all at the same time. She had annoyed a lot of dorm mates with this... but it had soon been discovered that when she slept, she <em>slept</em>, and no alarm clock or even siren could rouse her.)<br><br>The problem with getting up early, especially on a Saturday in a college dorm, is that nobody else likes to get up early. And so you end up spending hours alone because your friends prefer to sleep in.&nbsp; Now that it was starting to get a little later, though, and people started to wake up, she was hoping things would start happening again.<br><br>And now, she entered Mary's room, on bare feet, stopping ony to see that the younger&nbsp; girl was only in her skirt and bra. "Oh," she said. "I'm sorry, you hadn't gotten up yet? You know, I can come back later..." Her voice more than hinted that she was hoping she wouldn't be asked to, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 01:36:45</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary yawned a bit. "Please come in then." She said. As usual her friend seemed to have boundless energy compared to her. "No, it's fine if you stay." Said the half-dressed girl. Zelda was too good of a friend to kick out. She had been with Mary for most of her life, giving her shoulder to cry and a torso to hug. "So did find anything interesting yesterday?" Asked Mary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 01:52:22</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>"I wish," said Zelda, with a small sigh. "Nothing interesting, nothing new, nothing exciting, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. I think I'm going through an existential crisis or something." Slightly more dramatically than intended, she waled up to Mary's window and pulled the curtains up (not really thinking about the fact that Mary still hadn't put on a shirt). "Look out there," she said, motioning to the city landscape. "Have you ever seen such a dull and dreary sight? Everything's boring, except..."<br><br>And then she stopped herself, because her eyes had met Mary's. And the memory was there.<em> The drunken night last month. Zelda's bed. Hearts pounding, hands exploring, clothes on the floor. Heavy breathing, minds filled with all things soft and warm and wet. </em> <br><br>Afterwards, they had pretended it hadn't happened. If she was to be honest, Zelda wouldn't have minded doing it again, but Mary had seized up and refused to talk about it -- and so they hadn't. But every now and then, the Memory would resurface, and there'd be a moment of awkward silence.<br><br>"Anyway," said Zelda, when the silence got a little too awkward. "It's Saturday. We should do something fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 02:03:30</strong>
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				Mary quickly covered chest in a panic as Zelda opened the curtains. She agreed with Zelda though. Nothing had been really going on in the Internet. Ironically, the same memory replayed in her mind as well. Mary had enjoyed their night of passion, but was too embarrassed to admit it. She also didn't want to ruin their friendship. She blinked as Zelda began speaking again. "Wh-What would you have in mind?" The meek girl asked her friend. She quickly put on a purple blouse.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 02:13:50</strong>
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				"Sorry ladies, couldn't help but overhear."&nbsp; One of the other dorm members said as she passed by, stopping at the door for a minute, a heavy load of books under her right arm.&nbsp; "If you're looking for something to do, there's some kind of weird game downstairs in the common area.&nbsp; Called Eros or something.&nbsp; I only looked at it for a second but it looked kind of good, although I think it was someone's idea of a dirty joke.&nbsp; Anyway, see ya!"&nbsp; Without another word, the girl runs off, most likely to study somewhere with her friends.
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 02:27:54</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>"Game?" Zelda blinked once, then twice, looking back at Mary as the other girl went on her way again. The moment had passed, the awkwardness for the moment gone, and Zelda straightened her headscarf and shrugged. "Well... with a line like that, who could possibly resist? Let's go and check it out."<br><br>Seeing that Mary was fully-dressed, she extended her hand to take her friend's. "Come on. It's probably nothing special, but it may be good for a laugh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 02:41:47</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary watched her friend beam in excitement at the thought of a game. "O-Ok." Said the meek girl. She wasn't so sure that they should trust a random girl in the hall. Though Mary still trusted Zelda and took her friend's hand. At Zelda would be with hr on the outside. Her childhood had been her voice and guardian for a long time.
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 07:31:04</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Zelda could read the skepticism and concern in Mary's eyes. She smiled encouragingly and squeezed her hand a little. "Don't worry so much," she said softly. "It's just a game with a silly name. We won't even be leaving the dorm. What's the worst thing that could happen?"<br><br>She meant it to be encouraging, of course -- but she might, later on, look back on this moment and realize that such a question was dangerously close to the dreaded <em>'What could possibly go wrong?'</em> You don't ask things like that without inviting all sorts of things to go wrong, usually in the worst possible way.<br><br>But such thoughts were far from her mind at the moment; she'd found something to relieve the Saturday boredom, she had someone to share it with, and she was going to at least check it out. Still holding Mary's hand, she led the way out of the room, down the corridor and towards the stairs that led to the ground floor and the common area.
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				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 11:59:39</strong>
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				Name: Jessica Bradford<br>Will: 12<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>“Why is this dorm so damn boring.” The young blonde mumbled to herself as she walked through the building. Jessica hated being here some days. Sometimes it felt like the wonderful dream college experience and others it felt like this. She had been awake for several hours and had already run out of things to do. She had spent of her time finishing homework before working out and showering. Now she was dressed again and wondering around fresh out of things to do. She had settled to wear a purple tank top, with a bright red bra hidden beneath it. On bottom she wore a medium length white skirt, with a pair of panties that matched her bra. She was walking around barefoot, something she usually did in the dorm.<br><br>Jessica desperately wanted something exciting to happen, someone find something entertain to do, pull a prank or something. This was the downside to Jessica being as outgoing and fun loving as she was, when she had nothing to do it killed her. She wandered around a bit more before almost bumping into Zelda and Mary right before they entered the common room. After her inital startle she gave both the girls a smile.<br><br>“Well hello ladies, where are you two off two?” She said sweetly to them, secretly fishing for a hint on something to do. She knew the girls fairly well from school. She wasn’t best friends with them or anything but she felt comfortable enough with them that she could talk to them or spend some time with them, she just wasn’t going to be pouring her heart out to either one anytime soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 12:13:43</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br><br>Mary calmed down a bit as Zelda calmed her with her hands and held her hand. She could think of possible bad things that could happen, but would just keep that to herself. As they exited the room, Mary held onto Zelda as she normally would whenever she went out of her room. As Jessica came by, she got closer to her friend as usual, letting Zelda be the main voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 12:16:38</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>"Hello, lady," Zelda greeted in return. (Well, if she and Mary were ladies, surely Jessica counted as the same?) Since her right hand was busy holding Mary's hand, she instead balanced on one leg and extended a naked pink foot for Jessica to shake, if she wished to. (Zelda didn't much like footwear and never wore socks, and only wore shoes when she had to.) <br><br>"We are off to the common area to check out a new game that's supposed to be there." she informed. "We don't know anything else about it, just that it's new, that it's a game, and that it's located somewhere in the common area. Oh, and I think the lady said it was called Eros or something. Maybe it's about Greek gods."
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				Post by: <strong>BlackestKnight</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 22:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/mifP-iEa-I-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kenna Kenneth Zemedkun<br><strong>Willpower;</strong>&nbsp; 13<br><strong>Corruption %</strong>; 0%<br><strong>Favor Points;</strong> None.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Campus musician, consummate bachelor and smoker enthusiast, <em>Kenneth</em> , or alternatively Mr. Saturday as he was known by some on campus,&nbsp; he had just got done performing a sunrise set for his band <em>Cereal Box All-Stars</em>. He was lingering about a real estate of wall along the outer ring of&nbsp; the commons lobby,&nbsp; a stairway to his left. He was dressed in usual fashion, some sort of leather jacket, underneath a custom t-shirt with his bands logo. Despite it being seasonally warm this time of the year, he wore a pair of tight-cut blue denim jeans as well as a pair of all-white converse low-top sneakers. His signature bass guitar strapped and concealed in its case, mounted on his back. <br><br>Displayed boldly, pursed to his lip an unlit 'loosy' joint , judging from his lethargic expression and racked posture, he hadn't quite recouped from the night before. A cocktail of liquid hangover and feminine scents permeated his presence, not overwhelming so, just notably so. <br><br>He struggled to mute a low pitched yawn.&nbsp; "aahhhhnnn"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 06:48:42</strong>
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				The game box was sitting unattended in the middle of the dining room table, but the clear plastic wrap that had been around it was nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; Someone had likely played it the night before and had simply forgotten about it, but whatever the case might have been, there was something about the simple black cardboard cover that drew the eye.&nbsp; The cover's black was only broken by the detailed writing that labeled the game simply as Eros, just as that girl had said it was called.&nbsp; Opening the box would reveal a similarly black wooden game board, but where the lid was unmarked except for the name done in a dark red ink, the board was another story altogether.&nbsp; The background art depicted seriously erotic acts between all manner of mythical and even demonic beings.&nbsp; That wasn't even the strange bit as the longer one looked, the more one became convinced that the artwork seemed to move and shift as the creatures writhed about in ecstasy in most cases.&nbsp; The darker side of the board told another story if the whips and chains were anything to go by, but even then most of the couples looked absolutely enraptured by their masters and mistresses even as they were whipped and bound in a number of inventive ways.<br><br>The track where the pieces were meant to follow was simply a great loop by all appearances, each space containing a strange arcane looking mark.&nbsp; There was only one space that had a single arrow pointing to the right, indicating where they were to begin.&nbsp; Beyond simple wooden game pieces and two different die, there were no instructions or cards of any kind.&nbsp; Only a crystal ball in the center of the board that contained a pink mist within told of something more than met the eye.&nbsp; One die had twenty sides while the other only had ten, indicating that the smaller of the two was meant for movement while the other was meant for something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 23:12:47</strong>
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				<br><br>Jessica smiled at the two, especially as Mary shyed away from her. She had always thought Mary was a sweet girl from the limited interactions she had with her, although she hardly ever said anything. Jessica took Zelda’s foot giving it a gentle shake.<br><br>“Well that sounds like a good time.” Jessica said sweetly before pausing a minute. “Um..Would you care if I joined you? I’m not one for inviting myself to things, but you know how it can be sometimes here, very little to do.” Jessica was hopeful they would invite her to join them, she would love a chance to get to know the both of them better.
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 09:07:37</strong>
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				"We deeply sympathize," said Zelda, placing her naked foot back down on the floor and nodding solemnly. "As the playwright says, Worse torture than the thumbscrew and the iron maiden is a house where boredom reigns on Saturday morning. Or at least I think a playwright said it. Come to think of it, I may have made it up."<br><br>She looked thoughtful for a few moments, then shrugged and began walking again, and since she had never let go of Mary's hand, she was taking the shy girl along with her. "If you want to join, then follow us!" she called back to Jessica, as the two girls walked down the stairs to the common area.
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				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 13:01:29</strong>
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				Zelda seemed to go on with her occasional "Fakeshpere" comments as usual. Mary continued to follow Zelda, holding onto her hand. She almost looked like a small girl following behind her mother. The meek girl had always enjoyed the feel of her friends hand, unaware if Zelda noticed or not. As they reached the common room, Mary saw an interesting looking black box, labeled "Eros", on the table.
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				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 00:29:02</strong>
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				Jessica just let out a slight giggle as the Zelda talked. She seemed like a nice girl, with a sense of humor, which was a great thing. Jessica followed behind them into the room. She finally saw the game and it was strange, unlike any game Jessica had seen before. She sat down on one side of the game, pulling her chair up to it. “So, how do we play?” She asked the two girls
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 01:52:37</strong>
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				Zelda finally let go of Mary's hand in order to sit down on one of the (rather worn) couches, picking up the elaborate cardboard box with the mysterious game inside. She turned it this way and that, studying the complete lack of box art. "I have absolutely no idea," she said as an answer to Jessica's question. "Usually with these games there's some text on the back or at least something to give you an idea what the game's anout, but... can't see anything like that here. Maybe the instructions are inside."<br><br>With that, she placed the box down on the table again and unceremoneously removed the lid. "Let's see... what do we have here," she muttered, halfway to herself and halfway to the others, as she pulled out the contents of the box. "A pair of dice... some game pieces... no instructions printed on the inside of the lid. Oh, here's the game board... ooooooh!" Her mouth turned into a round O of surprise as she unfolded the game voard, and the background art was revealed for them all to see.<br><br>Naked fantasy creatures, demonic or mythical beings, male and female, all in the throes of ecstasy, fucking wildly, in all sorts of positions and in all sorts of combinations. Couples, threesomes, whole orgies.. men with women, women with women, men with men, women with... some weird tentacle thing... Zelda just stared. Her eyes met Mary's... and immediately the memories were there. <em>Hands slipping down her panties, hot breath on her skin, the feeling of soft flesh under her fingers.</em><br><br>"I think... I don't think this is about Greek gods after all," she finally said, he cheeks a little pink.
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				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 02:51:16</strong>
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				Mary followed her best friend and sat beside on the couch closely. Everything seemed fine as Zelda opened the box....until she saw the box art. The meek girl looked with a large light red blush on her face as she saw the otherworldly being fornicating in high ecstasy. She could help but stare at the two women having intercourse and then look at Zelda as well, seeming have the same flashback as her best friend. What did this have to do with Greek mythology. The weird-looking tentacle beast also caught her eye. "Sh-Should we still play this?...." She asked, holding onto Zelda.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 19:36:31</strong>
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				((Sorry, I ended up passing out first.&nbsp; Still, I'm here now and I just sent a PM to Knight so we'll see what he says.&nbsp; In the meantime, instructions!&nbsp; ;D))<br><br>Despite the obvious fantasy look of the background, there were also regular human beings that were mixed in with the rest, although some of them had undergone some level of transformation of their own.&nbsp; Whatever the case might have been as to what the game was about, the players were about to find out as the pink mist inside the crystal ball in the center of the board started to swirl inside its confinement before it started to seep right through the glass.&nbsp; The players themselves would find that the world around them had frozen, the magic of the board having taken hold the moment they had decided to play, however reluctantly that decision might have been made.&nbsp; The pink mist all the while started to form letters in the air in a flowing handwritten script.&nbsp; The message read as follows.<br><br><em>As you have no doubt have guessed by now, you have stumbled across a game that possesses unique qualities.&nbsp; For one, you have found one of only three identical games of its kind that has true magic at its disposal, ancient and unyielding, and far beyond even your wildest imaginations.&nbsp; Do not fear or despair because unlike the other two, this game was designed to allow those that played to experience and experiment with their darkest fantasies and forbidden desires without fear of reprisal from a world that would deem said cravings to be unnatural.&nbsp; The only limits are those imposed by your imagination and until twelve hours within the world you are now a part of have passed.&nbsp; In your own reality, only a few minutes will pass, allowing you to return to your lives with only your memories to say that anything ever happened.<br><br>Whatever follows from here is for you, the players, to experience and to enjoy, and that I have no doubt you shall.<br><br>The rules are simple.&nbsp; I will present to you after every roll a challenge to be accepted or resisted as you decide.&nbsp; Should you willingly submit, then you will be rewarded favor points to be used at your discretion upon a player of your choice or upon yourself.&nbsp; These points can be used for virtually anything except the death and mutilation of a fellow player.&nbsp; You can use them to make one small physical change, add a fetish or desire that wasn't previously there before, or any number of things you can think of.&nbsp; Requests must be made before you roll again and each change is worth five points a piece, so choose wisely on how you spend them because the other players can and likely will return the favor.<br><br>The dice with ten sides is the one you use to move your pieces.&nbsp; The dice with twenty sides is the one you use should you decide to try to resist a challenge.&nbsp; A Willpower score has already been chosen for all of you.&nbsp; A high roll equals failure and you will not earn favor points if you decide to resist no matter the outcome of your attempted will save.<br><br>Good luck, and welcome to Eros.</em><br><br>The pink mist slowly descended back into the crystal ball, but any attempt to leave would be met with failure as the area around the common area descended into pitch blackness.&nbsp; They were trapped within the game's alternate reality until they were done.<br><br>((Time to start using tag stuff I included in the first post.&nbsp; ;D&nbsp; Every post needs to have it so nothing's lost and all that.&nbsp; The corruption thing will come into play soon enough, but that's one thing that the game decided to keep to itself lol.))
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				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 20:05:28</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>For a long time -- almost a full minute, at the very least -- Zelda sat like frozen, gaping at the strange display of pink smoke and crystal balls. Finally, perhaps after the others might think she too had frozen, her shocked face slowly changed, melting into a flabbergasted grin. She took a deep breath, and then...<br><br><em>"Those were the best special effects I've ever seen!"</em> she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "You'd think it was real! Who bought this game? It must have cost a <em>fortune!"</em> She reached for the crystal ball again. "How did it do that? Did I accidentally press a button or something? This is so cool!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackestKnight</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 21:43:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/mifP-iEa-I-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kenna Kenneth Zemedkun<br><strong>Willpower;</strong>&nbsp; 13<br><strong>Corruption %</strong>; 0%<br><strong>Favor Points;</strong> None.<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>"You ladies all right over there?" &nbsp;Kenneth questioned from the opposite end of the room, he had been watching the events unfold for some time now though he wasn't sure if any of them realized his presence, he maintained a healthy distance out of respect for boundaries but curiosity managed to get the best of him and slowly and surely he was drawn into the sideshow that unfolded before his eyes, somehow he knew the box was the focus of it all.<br><br>Ever since he arrived in the commons that morning,&nbsp; he felt uncomfortable about the oddly designed mystery box. He managed to keep his distance<br>but his eyes never wavered once from the thing.&nbsp; He was unsure what to do with it so he kept watch over it until the girls tinkered with it. Kenneth would corner to where the girls were.&nbsp; He didn't know any of the girls personally per see, but he had seen them around campus and recognized their their . He would take a seat adjacent to the one he think was called Jessica she was either blonde, brunette or some combination of the two. He interjected his thoughts on the matter, attempting to make sense of what was happening.<br><br>"Can't any of you see? it's clearly a trick box that belongs to a magician. Smoke, mirrors, that sort of thing? If you want to play with this thing, you should probably learn the rules " With a flick of his wrist he revealed an ace of spades, as the card turned in his hand, it became a queen of hearts."I dabbled in a little magic in high school".<br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 21:48:54</strong>
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				<em>You really are non believers aren't you?</em>&nbsp; With the area still frozen, the common room was the only place that the four could move around in and interact until the game was over.&nbsp; As for the game itself, it almost sounded annoyed with Kenneth's little sleight of hand trick.&nbsp; <em>These are not special effects, nor is this simple smoke and mirrors.&nbsp; This is true magic at play, and if you don't believe me yet, why don't you take a chance with the ten sided dice?</em>&nbsp; The fact it had seemed to openly challenge them was hard to miss as the dice it had indicated started to float off of the board, coming to rest at eye level before it stopped going any higher into the air.&nbsp; It remained there, waiting for someone to grab a hold and 'take a chance'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 21:57:38</strong>
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				Name: Jessica Bradford<br>Will: 12<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br><br><br>Jessica had been quite mesmorized by the magic coming out of the game. Real or not it was one of the coolest things she had ever seen. She gave a smile to the boy who had just joined them. she didn’t know him but he certainly looked familiar.&nbsp; She looked at the others with her and they all seemed to be quite confused by the game. But, despite her confusion Jessica was curious. “I vote we play it.” She said finally as she reached up and grabbed the die floating in the air. Even if it was just a bunch of fake magic, it certainly seemed like it would be an interesting game. She gave the people with her one more smile before quickly rolling the die onto the table
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 22:01:46</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>"Wow," said Zelda, never one to let something so trivial as floating dice telling her she was a non-believer get in the way of her pre-drawn conclusions. She leant in to look more closely at the floating dice. "This is really, really impressive!" she declared, moving a hand around above, and then below the floating dice to check that they were really floating. <br><br>Then, she turned to Kenna, shaking her head lightly, her long blonde hair swishing back and forth as she did so. "Of course we don't think it's real magic. None of us ever said we thought it was, so you don't have to take that lecturing tone. Just because we're girls doesn't mean we're gullible, you know. Still... it's really impressive, isn't it? Whoever came up with this must be rich!"<br><br>She might have said more, but just then Jessica grabbed the ten-sided die from mid-air, and Zelda blinked, looking at the girl as she rolled it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 23:21:41</strong>
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				<em>Well, I could never argue with three beautiful women around so let's just get this show on the road, and you'll see soon enough that what I've said already is quite true.</em>&nbsp; The pink mist once more disappeared into the crystal ball in the center of the board just as Jessica picked up the dice before rolling them onto the table.&nbsp; Before she could reach for her game piece, it had already started to move the appropriate number of spaces of its own accord.&nbsp; When it stopped, the arcane mark it had landed on started to glow a pale red.&nbsp; Just as it had every time before, the pink mist seeped out of the orb and started to form words in the air.<br><br><em>Jessica Bradford, it's decision time.&nbsp; For five favor points, your challenge is this.&nbsp; We'll start small shall we?&nbsp; You can answer a question truthfully can't you?&nbsp; What's your favorite sexual position?&nbsp; You can answer the question, or avoid it by rolling the twenty sided dice, but resistance garners no reward.&nbsp; Choose wisely.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 00:20:47</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary noticed as everything around the players seemed to slow to an utter halt. The girl held onto her best friend in fear as smoke started to rise out from the crystal ball in the center of the board. "Darkest fantasies?! B-But that means Zelda will notice mine!" She exclaimed in her head. The thought of being stuck in a pocket dimension-esque area for twelve hours with this game frightened her at the mere thought of it. How would they get proper nourishment in this area? Mary's mind was full of panic as the smoke mentioned the immanent possibilities of curses and because changed by other players. She was shocked as all the players seemed to not get the danger they were in, either due to frivolous excitement or ignorance. She could only watch and hold onto Zedla as the third girl in the room rolled the die. Mary watched in surprise as the piece moved in its own. The meek was especially worried about how the game was asked highly sexual questions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackestKnight</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 17:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/mifP-iEa-I-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kenna Kenneth Zemedkun<br><strong>Willpower;</strong>&nbsp; 13<br><strong>Corruption %; </strong>0%<br><strong>Favor Points</strong>; None.<br><br><br><hr><br>"I'm Kenneth by the way, lead guitarist of Cereal Box All Stars. Nice meeting you all" One of the girls then had mentioned that the board game was obviously wasn't "real" and that his explanation wasn't necessary just because they were girls.&nbsp; &nbsp;"My bad, it's just the looks on your faces. I thought you might need an explanation, that's all" She also made note about the games creator before taking hold of the floating&nbsp; ten-sided dice. Though he sensed there was something not quite right about the game, he was more uncomfortable with the idea of just watching without doing anything"I guess I'm in"<br><br>"A talking board game, that's more than a bit creepy..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 21:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica gave a warm smile to Kenneth as he introduced himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jessica.” Her introduction was cut short by the game announcing her name and her challenge. The surprise was obvious on her face. How did the game know her name? Her full name even. It was more than a bit strange and Jessica was quickly beginning to think this was some sort of prank or a joke. But she saw no harm in playing along for now. “My favorite position? Hmm. I like to be on top of my partner. Have them pleasuring me or me ridding them. What girl doesn’t like a little control?” She said smiling softly before looking at the others. <br><br>“This isn’t so bad so far. Who’s next?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 23:46:08</strong>
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				<em>I will never understand how sex got so repressed over the millennium.&nbsp; Oh well, that's partially why I was created so very long ago.&nbsp; As for you Jessica, <strong>five favor points</strong> are yours to use on your next turn.&nbsp; And Mary?&nbsp; You needn't worry, I wouldn't let any of you starve or anything of the sort.</em>&nbsp; Even as it revealed that it had read Mary's worries and perhaps even her thoughts, the area around the common area, formerly black and devoid of any substance, started to change and brighten considerably as the game's pocket dimension expanded to fit their needs.&nbsp; Before long, an extraordinarily beautiful glade hidden away in an equally beautiful forest surrounded them.&nbsp; The only oddity was the fact that the table and couches, as well as part of the stairwell that Kenneth had been leaning against until a few minutes ago, had been taken with them to wherever they had wound up.&nbsp; <em>Everything here can be changed and molded as I desire or as the need requires.&nbsp; There is plenty of fresh berries, fruit, and more to choose from should you get hungry before this is over.&nbsp; In the meantime, let's keep the dice rolling shall we?</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.freehdwallpapers.com/images/wmwallpapers/Ireland-Glade-1.jpeg)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 11:38:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Sitting next to Mary on the couch, Zelda decided that a sudden and unexpected change in scenery like this far outweighed any tension or awkwardness between them. She let out a slight, startled yelp as the room around them changed into a glade in a green forest -- there was special effects, and then there was&nbsp; <em>this</em> -- and pulled Mary against her in a tight hug; a move that was both protective and comfort-seeking. <br><br>"Are you seeing this too?" she said after a few seconds, her voice reasonably calm even though she was still clinging to Mary. "Because if I'm the only one here seeing this forest, then I'm definitely hallucinating, and have been either hypnotized or drugged, or I've gone completely nuts. Warning you right now, if I start running around and thinking I'm a Pokemon or something, you're going to have to call an ambulance so they can tranquilize me and take me away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 12:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary was startled as the board game had somehow read her thoughts. She watched in surprise as the whole scenery around them became a peaceful forest. The meek girl clung to her friend just as hard as she had clung to her, feeling a bit more calm in Zelda's tight embrace. Mary couldn't help but think that the thought of Zelda acting like a motherly Chansey would slightly funny. "I...I'll try...." The meek girl said, rolling the die. She was still worried about her result.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 17:49:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just like before, the game piece moved of its own accord, stopping on a green space this time that glowed a sickly green when Mary's piece had touched down.&nbsp; <em>The thought of Zelda here as a Chansey would be kind of cute, I agree, but let's move on to your challenge.&nbsp; Unless I say otherwise, each of these will be worth five favor points, but anyway, Mary Michaels, it's decision time.&nbsp; As you've no doubt have guessed from the artwork on my board, transformation plays a part in this.&nbsp; Some are physical while others are less obvious.&nbsp; Would you prefer for your first transformation to be a physical one, or a mental one?&nbsp; You can choose to ignore this question, but as always, resistance offers nothing.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 18:22:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary watched her piece moved on it's own, shaking as she saw her piece glow the eerie green color. The meek girl blushed as the game once again pried into and revealed her thoughts. "S-Sorry Zelda....y-you just look so motherly to me all the t-time..." She said, trying to apologize to her best friend. She listened the effect the game was trying to create. "B-But I d-don't want to be transformed!" Mary said, desperately rolling her the 20 sided die. Sadly it landed on a "12", causing her to sputter out "physical!". <br><br>At 2013-05-19 11:15:27, Yugishogun (uid: 42100) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46436)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackestKnight</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 18:40:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/mifP-iEa-I-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kenna Kenneth Zemedkun<br><strong>Willpower;</strong>&nbsp; 13<br><strong>Corruption %; </strong>0%<br><strong>Favor Points</strong>; None.<br><br><br><hr><br>"Very impressive...if it can replicate environments , I wonder what else this thing is capable of." Kenneth thought to himself. An anxious look panned throughout the forest setting. It seemed remote, it certainly didn't help that Kenna really wasn't much of a outdoorsy type of guy. His idea of adventure was bar hopping in a rough area, but this was something else all together. "So, who's up next? Is there any order to this thing and what does it mean by transformations?" By now, Kenneth was beginning to accept that this was more than just a carefully crafted illusionist's parlor trick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 19:13:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Being compelled to speak the truth would only be the start of Mary's bad day as Kenneth's question was soon given an answer.&nbsp; A ripping sound could be heard as the back of Mary's outfit tore open, right before a silky smooth cat tail that matched her hair color sprouted out of the hole.&nbsp; <em>Ok so I lied, there is a 'reward', for me anyway.&nbsp; You on the other hand had to be compelled to give me an honest answer, and so I took it upon myself to make your desire at least partially real.&nbsp; You have no favor points, and as for the turn order, so far it's been decided that Jessica leads this pack followed by our partially new neko girl Mary.&nbsp; The rest of the turn order is for the last two of you to decide.</em>&nbsp; What the game failed to mention was two fold.&nbsp; The first being that Mary's new tail was like any new limb and thus was sensitive to touch, and that two, because of the failed will save, her hidden corruption count had gone up five percent.&nbsp; While not necessarily a bad thing at that moment, too much would start draining willpower.&nbsp; They all had a corruption level, and the creature locked inside game was looking forward to what was to come.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 19:29:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 7<br>Corruption: 5%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary yelped in surprise as a hole ripped open in the back of her green skirt, a brown-furred cat tail popping out of the garment. As the game explained about the so-called reward, the meek girl pondered where had ever gained the desire to be a cat girl. Due to her tail being fully functional, it wrapped around Zelda in fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 19:57:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Normally, Zelda would have protested being called "motherly" -- to Zelda, "motherly" was dull, sensible, practical-minded and imagination-less like her own mother; pretty much everything that Zelda absolutely did not want to be. However, who has the time to think about such thing when their best friend is growing a tail right in front of them?<br><br>"Hey! You... You can't do that to her!" she told the game, standing up from her seat on the couch and placing her hands on her hips, glaring at the crystal ball with angry blue eyes. She had, at least for now, forgotten everything about special effects and her annoyance with Kenneth; now she was just snapping at the crystal ball. "Take the tail away! She doesn't like it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 20:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I'd be careful if I were you Zelda.&nbsp; A Princess you are most definitely not, and even if you were, I would not listen to you anyway.&nbsp; The tail remains, although if you want to change her back later, feel free to use your favor points, WHEN you have some.&nbsp; Until then, do not test my patience.</em>&nbsp; After a moment's thought, the crystal ball pulsed a deep purple before more words appeared.&nbsp; <em>Now, are our two remaining players going to roll the dice or are you giving up?&nbsp; You will not be happy with what happens if you do, let us say that.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 09:22:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 11.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>Zelda looked at the crystal ball... then at Mary, who was still clinging to her. Then she looked back at the crystal ball, leaning in on it and lowering her voice a little. "Before we do," she said sweetly, "I have a question.&nbsp; Hypothetically. What would happen if I, in response to this -- let's call it what it is -- bullying, got angry and, oh, Iiiiiii don't know... picked up this crystal ball and smashed it against the ground? Not that I'm threatening, you understand," she added in a tone of voice that made it more than clear that this was exactly what she was doing, "but inquiring minds would like to know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 18:49:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if the crystal ball wasn't stuck inside the game board itself, making it near impossible to move anywhere, it didn't like to be touched.&nbsp; The moment her hand touched the crystal ball, Zelda would be pushed backwards by a bolt of electricity surging up her arm.&nbsp; Other than being a little sore, physically she'd be fine but just because she had gotten bit didn't mean all was forgiven or forgotten.&nbsp; The electrical current dissipated as it coursed down into her sex, making it quite clear that it wasn't a simple bolt of energy.&nbsp; <em>Bullying is a far cry from threatening, which is exactly what you did Zelda MacKenzie.&nbsp; I DO NOT TAKE WELL TO THREATS!&nbsp; Now I'll be the first to admit that I have an attitude problem, but since you tried to physically harm me, I think it fair I return the favor.&nbsp; You're familiar with the term 'cosplay' right?&nbsp; Well, if not, you'll figure it out.</em>&nbsp; Her outfit immediately started to change, as did her physical appearance as a whole.&nbsp; The occasional pink spark of electrical like energy appeared as her physical appearance changed, starting at the face.<br><br>Like all things the game was capable of, the transformation was painless, but it wasn't without its strange sensations.&nbsp; Her ears elongated and tapered off into points, her breasts increased slightly in size, and her skin turned an alluring pale color.&nbsp; Zelda was quickly becoming just like her namesake, to sum it up as her hair changed to match that of the same Princess Zelda from Hyrule.&nbsp; Her 'cosplay costume' however, was beyond simple clothes and makeup, MacKenzie truly LOOKED the part except the actual costume was more in line with a swimsuit than a royal gown.&nbsp; <em>Unlike the royal princess and eventual queen of Hyrule however, 'Zelda', you I think could do to tone down your own attitude a bit.&nbsp; Therefore I think I'm going to take three of your willpower points and give them to the weakest person here.&nbsp; Oh and, some of the residual magic I wasn't able to use up that's still coursing through your body might have the unfortunate side effect of slightly increasing your sexual urges.&nbsp; Sorry about that.</em>&nbsp; No one had to be a mind reader to know the 'game' wasn't sorry in the least.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New face</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.brainygamer.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/24/zelda22.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes replaced with this.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/365/0/8/Zelda_Swimsuit_by_robertllynch.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Three willpower points go to Mary.<br>Zelda loses three willpower points.<br>Zelda has a slightly increased sex drive, easier to excite into a frenzy.<br>Zelda has been physically changed to appear like her namesake and her clothing has turned sexy as well.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 20:17:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 8.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>"What -- no, no, I didn't mean -- stop it!" Zelda whimpered, taking a step back and almost falling over as her body changed. Her skin turned paler, her purple sweater shrank and turned into an extremely skimpy bikini top, just barely covering her expanding breasts... ("Nooo... feels weird...!")... and her long flowing skirt shifted and shrank into the flimsiest of loincloths... ("Noooo.... nnngh... Please, I didn't mean...!") and her headscarf changed shape and material in order to become a golden tiara as her hair darkened slightly and her face changed and her ears grew.... ("Oh...")<br><br>And there she stood, the splitting image of Princess Zelda from the Nintendo games -- but not cartoonish or pixellated. And wearing an outfit that the American censors would never have approved in a kids' game. Especially since the loincloth was just hanging in front of her naked crotch like a very short curtain, not covering much at all, and the slightest movement made it swing slightly to give tantalizing hints of the dark blonde curls between her legs. <br><br>She gasped, swayed and looked like she was about to faint... the sensations of the change hadn't hurt, but they had felt weird, and she felt dizzy, as if something had changed inside her head as well. For a long moment she stood there... then she let out a small sigh and fell backwards onto the couch. "Okay.... Okay..." she said, her voice meeker than it had been. "I'm... sorry. I'll be good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 20:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 10<br>Corruption: 5%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary watched as her friend threatened the game. She did not think that was such a great idea. She didn't like having tail, but wasn't going to attack a mystical unknown force. The meek girl watched the game invoke it's "retaliation". Zelda was seeming to become...well, "Zelda" in her facial features. Mary watched as the sweater shrunk into a Hylian-esque, skimpy bikini top, that rose as her friend's breasts grew, starting to oddly turn her on. Her sexual interest only grew as she got a nice view of Zelda's rear end due her new loincloth in place of her usual long skirt. Finally, Mary blinked, feeling a bit more of a motherly attraction to her friend. The small girl hugged her best friend and caressed her new hair gently, her tail wrapping around her as well, hoping to give her comfort.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 14:01:30</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 8.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>What a role reversal. Zelda was usually the one who reached out to comfort and encourage Mary, and now she was clinging to her and seeking comfort herself. Almost naked, just with a few flimsy scraps of thin clothing keeping her from baring it all, she felt the fabric of Mary's clothes afainst her bare skin, and the soft fur of the smaller girl's newfound tail tickling her pleasantly. It made her want to hug and cuddle and bury her face in the tail's fur, but she didn't. Instead, she rested her head against Mary's shoulder (having to shift a little because her new huge pointy ears were awkward) and felt the warmth of her friend's body.<br><br>She felt better after that, but got a little embarrassed when she realized that her loincloth did not cover her butt, and she had been flashing her naked ass to everyone. It wasn't that she was shy about her body so much as that she wanted to choose herself when she let people see her naked or not -- and that had been taken away from her. <em>But then,</em> she reasoned, <em>it's not really my ass at all, it's Princess Zelda's. It's not my body, it's someone else's.</em> She realized that as rationalizations go it was a pretty pathetic one, but at least it kept her from wanting to run and hide.<br><br>"All right," she finally said, in a voice more reminiscent of her old one (though with more than a hint of Princess Zelda in it). "Since it appears I'm playing the game anyway and nobody else seems to be doing anything...." She let go of Mary and reached out for the dice to make a roll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 22:48:31</strong>
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				The game board seemed to hesitate a moment as it almost felt like it was glaring at Zelda, but eventually the game piece moved and things proceeded as they had thus far.&nbsp; Even after it had changed the girl as punishment for upsetting it, it still seemed perturbed with her as its new challenge appeared.&nbsp; As for wanting to run or hide, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, the entity inside the board would see to that if it came up.&nbsp; <em>I'm still tempted to turn you into a slave to be passed around, I just want you to know this because I haven't had anyone threaten me for centuries.&nbsp; But this will just have to do I suppose.&nbsp; I'm going to ask you what you'd rather have sex with, and then the position.&nbsp; The questions are unavoidable but the challenge can be avoided if you manage to win in the will save.&nbsp; But let's face it, your luck is low at best so it's probably best just to accept and get your ten favor points for a brief bit of bliss.</em>&nbsp; Ten favor points for a quickie?&nbsp; And given the power the game had exhibited so far, anything was up for grabs but there had to be a catch somewhere in there, especially with how it still sounded annoyed with Zelda for earlier.<br><br>((If you want to drag things out later, I can make a separate 'sex thread' or whatever but otherwise, just a quick session as I said.&nbsp; A couple posts between whatever ya choose if you do and myself.&nbsp; The catch though is that if you get the favor points, you'd have to use them right off on anyone but yourself.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 10:38:23</strong>
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				Name: Zelda MacKenzie.<br>Willpower: 8.<br>Corruption:&nbsp; 0%<br>Favor Points: None.<br><br>Zelda hadn't quite lost her spirit, even if it had taken a few blows by her physical and mental transformation... so when the game said <em>"I haven't had anyone threaten me for centuries,"</em> she responded with a murmured "I find that very hard to believe." She sat up, looking down at her half-naked body (and adjusted the loincloth, which has gotten skewed and showed rather more of her than she wanted it to) before looking back up.<br><br>She stared at the board for a moment. Really, she didn't want to say this, but like Mary had found herself compelled to be truthful, so did Zelda discover that it was impossible for her not to answer truthfully. "What I would like to have sex with?" she repeated. "It's not a what, it's a who. It's <em>her</em>." She pointed at Mary. "I don't care about positions, I just want to feel her body against mine, just like when we --" she stopped, raising a pale hand to rub her forehead, breathing hard. Then she turned her head to look at Mary. "I'm -- I'm sorry. I know we haven't talked about -- about that time, and you always seemed so uncomfortable about it, but I -- I had to say that. I couldn't stop myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 14:10:55</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 10<br>Corruption: 5%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>As the game made it's request, Mary was actually curious who Zelda would pick. She couldn't help but to continue to look at her best friend's pert rear end. The meek girl watched as Zelda opened her move, guessing by now how compelling the game was. Mary's face went bright red as she heard her best friend's answer. She thought she hated that night! "I-It's alright...I th-thought y-you had h-hadn't l-liked that n-night. I d-didn't w-want to act on it , b-because i though it w-would r-ruin our f-friendship..." The meek girl said. Her new willpower was probably the only reason Mary could sputter that out. Using her tail, she pulled Zelda in for a hug and nuzzled against her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 20:25:14</strong>
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				The game forgot all about the little comment that Zelda had said when her answer reached its metaphorical ears.&nbsp; The glass 'blinked' in surprise before it was able to form words once again.&nbsp; <em>That....wasn't what I was expecting....huh.&nbsp; Most people jump at the chance to screw a centaur or even get ate out by a succubus or something.&nbsp; Well....go for it I say.</em>&nbsp; Just for the surprise twist it was tempted to throw the favor points at her and let her keep her clothes on, but if she wanted to get frisky with her friend it wasn't going to get in the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Let the 'Games' Begin.  (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 12:50:06</strong>
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				Name: Mary Michaels<br>Willpower: 10<br>Corruption: 5%<br>Favor Points: None<br><br>Mary gave a sigh. "I g-guess I h-have to roll next...." She said. Even with her new willpower, the malevolent game was still very scary to her mind. If her stutters didn't express her fear, her tail sticking up in the air definitely did. The meek girl then rolled the die, watching in anxiety as she piece moved on its own. Mary moved closer to Zelda for comfort, utterly afraid of the results of her movement. 
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