Five teenagers wake up in a small, empty room.
There is no one in there besides them.
There is nothing in there besides them, except one slip of paper on the floor.
She is older than me.
And five numbers. One on each person’s wrist.
1, 34, 17, 18, 29, 4.
They are locked in.
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I know it’s kind of confusing, but this is based off a writing prompt. Good luck with it!
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A bit of backstory - they live in a dystopian society with the classic cruel government. The one thing different about this society is that your parents buy your names, personality traits, and looks. They design you, basically. If they don’t design anything, you come out the way you would’ve in our modern world. Better things are more expensive than others. Longer names, nice personalities. Looks all cost the same.
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All the rules that @andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) wrote apply.
Cursing is fine.
Let’s keep some variety, mkay?
Don’t be super OP.
Don’t control other people’s characters without their permission (‘they walked over there together’ is fine)
If I’ve said no to a request, please don’t argue.
If you break rules three times, you’ll be kicked.
this may be expanded later, I’ll let you know if it is.
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( ‘ is required)
‘Name:
‘Age:
‘Gender:
‘Sexuality:
‘Looks:
Personality:
Backstory:
Other:
