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Betray the Character Above You!
Hopefully this isn’t too specific or overdone, but here we go!
The point of this game is to betray the character above yours! Whether that’s quite literally backstabbing them or simply betraying them in a board game, the possibilities are endless! So long as there’s lots of betrayal, you’ll be good!
Of course here’s some ground rules to remember while writing your responses!
Rule 1: Please wait at least two posts before posting again! This can be ignored if 24 hours have passed.
Rule 2: Please have your responses be at least 5 sentences, but more in encouraged. It's also a good idea to read the character's bio if they have one, to make things more relevant. Responses that don't include any thought or care for a characters bio, and are too general aren’t great and are generally frowned upon, so please make a little effort to include the character above!^^
Rule 3: Keep it SFW! I know that this specific game can include violence and stuff, but please keep anything romantic between adult characters and blockout any heavy gore descriptions!
Rule 4: Be Respectful! As this game quite literally is your character backstabbing another, it means that characters might act mean or unkind. As such, please don’t be overtly unkind and attack another user in your response. Please also pay attention to any requests or content warnings from other users. If the user above you asks for the betrayal to not be overtly violent, you probably shouldn’t write something overtly violent.
Rule 5: If you claim, make sure you are filling your claim within four hours of doing so. If the time elapses, we will move on to the next player in the interest of keeping the game moving and fair. If you cannot fulfill your claim within the time limit provided, please wait until you're able to do so. I promise that the game isn't going to go anywhere!^^
Rule 6: I try my best to check in on this thread when I can, but if there is ever an issue or problem, please DM me so I can resolve the situation as soon as possible!^^
Additionally, if your character does not have a profile, or you feel like their profile doesn't include the information to keep things exciting, you can leave a note for the next poster of what your character might be doing to get into such a situation, but that’s entirely optional and not required to play!^^ Follow ups are also encouraged but definitely not required!
Just have fun with it!
Changelog
11/15/22 Added 4 hour Time Limit to claims (Rule 5)
1/7/23 - Added Rule 6.
First poster gets a freebie btw!
Tauni was assigned this cat-eared girl named Hana as a co-driver, and she knew she would rob her of her salary, so she had a plan. She loosened the wires to the battery in her semi.
Later, the duo were driving along Interstate 45 to Houston. And then, the truck began to lose and regain power, which concerned Hana, while Tauni acted bewildered. Eventually, they were forced to pull over on the side of the road, but Tauni made sure to do so on a downward slope to aid her getaway. Tauni put a heavy book on the brake pedal but didn’t set the parking brake.
Tauni and Hana then got out of the truck and walked to the front. Tauni lifted up the hood and instructed Hana to look around. Tauni then very quickly reconnected the battery and ran to the driver door. She hurried into the truck, locked the door, and started it. Hana, confused what was happening, tried to run into the truck with her but Tauni managed to lock the door in time. Tauni quickly pulled back onto the Interstate with the truck’s hood still open (but the hood on her truck opened forward so she still had a little visibility), leaving Hana stranded along a major highway in Texas.
Ithel stares carefully at the woman sitting across from him, tapping incessantly. He had to do it… it had to be soon too! Otherwise he might miss his opportunity to do anything at all.
The tension is killing him, sweat beading so slightly on his brow you’d likely need to squint to see it. Here in this truck stop, in a nice food court no less… he’d have to make his treacherous move here. He grits his teeth and…
“I’m sorry, but you’ve been acting awfully suspicious all game.” He says sadly, and raises his hand to seal her fate. The others in the group nod and the game master sighs, explaining that Tauni was now “dead”, killed by her fellow “villagers” in an effort to root out the werewolf. And that she was also not the werewolf. Though Ithel exclaims his own disbelief out loud, a playful glint shimmers in his eye as he gives the truck driver a grin. After all, only he and the other “werewolves” know what the card in his chest pocket really says.
(I hope this makes some sense, they’re playing werewolf, which is a version of Mafia :3c)
(I’d take destroying his photography equipment as betrayal xd)
N’arfi had been out doing his usual bountyhunting work, taking out a few lower tier monsters for coin. Suddenly a flash of white light blinded him as Ithel was taking photos with flash photography. The monster took its chance and hit N’arfi really hard, sending him flying through the air.
“What- the hell was that?!” He groaned and slowly made it back into his feet. “What is that… light box sorcery?! It almost got me killed!” He still struggled to see as a square covered most of his vision but he quickly put an end to the monster and moved over to where Ithel was standing.
“You…” he poked Ithel on his chest hard and pressed his lips together. “Bastard”. He looks at the man, who looks like he’s about to faint at this point. Which was valid because almost anyone would be afraid of someone weilding a weapon the size of himself with such ease. He scoffs loudly and grabs the camera from his hand.
“You obviously don’t know how to use this.. thing responsibly”. In one quick motion he throws the camera into the nearby river, glaring daggers into Ithel. “Next time you cross me it will be much worse.”
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(Veritas1321 I swear Valnier is so horribly flawed and mean, I love him xD)
Taken aback by the sudden green flame and the noise of a raging fire, he stumbles backwards. As soon as he snaps back to reality however, he sees through the fire how Valnier is fleeing the battlefield, which makes him scream "AT LEAST FINISH ME YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!" He was very furious that Valniers morals were so twisted that he would rather leave someone in battle alone. He himself had no thoughts of leaving him, even though he had been treated like an animal the entire time. Though, the urge of putting a hole through his teeth with the scythe if he made it out of there was tempting.
TwizzlyTwist (bro I just wanna say I'm sorry for this being dumb. I hope you like my dude being an absolute dick
"FALL BACK YOU IDIOT BEAST"
Valnier cried as he took another slash to the oncoming hoard of rat-men. Damn idiots is all he worked with nowadays, the intelligence of travelers was negligible at the best of times. But this one was especially stupid. The ears must take up space in its head. N'arfi had surrounded himself with the clan rats, the Skaven foot soldier. Easy pray for the likes of a witch hunter and skilled warrior. N'arfi was infuriatingly well equipped to take of the hoard. His large scythe cleft through many of the ranks. Valnier was just a few paces back sending blunderbuss shots into ranks at the more elite of enemies.
The beast was slowly advancing while valnier was barking for him to fall back, he had delt with the cowardly forces of the skaven before. This was a force that was to distract rather than to actually harm. So once again he barked an order "GET BACK HERE YOU FUR BRAINED BUFFON! THEY ARE-" Before he could finish this thought an ark of green pulsating flame spread between him and his begrudging ally. Valnier's first instinct was to run through the wall of fire to support the imbecile on the other side whose death warrant was practically signed. But a thought appeared in his head.
He was beast, not one of Sigmar. Order aligned maybe. But the taint was there undoubtbly. He took a step backward the flames and beast would halt skaven advance. It was practically too good. He never felt good fleeing, but this was perfect. He turned on his heels and fled the battlefield with a hardened face. Leaving the beast to fight the Vermintide alone
(Veritas1321 oh no half-beast man betrayal-)
Folklore slashed at rat-men attacking him and Valnier, using his front paws to drive back the horde as he cast spell after spell.
“I can’t do this alone, you know!” The human beside him snarled, sending round after round into the foul horde.
Folklore snarled, holding formation. This whole trip, that pathetic excuse for a man had been chastising and berating him, even though Valnier had been the one to approach HIM for help due to his size and build. ‘The little man was getting quite irritating’ Folklore thought, staff clashing against a rat’s head. “Why did you hire me, anyways?” He growled, swinging around to claw at the horde.
“You’re expendable. An easy target. A foul amalgamation of man and beast.” Came Valnier’s cold reply. Clearly, he did not see Folklore as a fellow man, but an imbecile.
“Thats fine with me.” Folklore stated calmly. In a flash, he struck Valnier’s temple with his staff, jumping away from both the dazed man and the horde of infected.
“Have fun with those… amalgamations.”
Calista had helped free Folklore from a pack of rabid werewolves. She knew they would back on their tail as soon as they caught the scent again. She looked at him with slight concern. “Those wolves are ruthless, they won’t stop hunting.” She sighed. She took a rope and tied Folklore to a tree. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to be the bait.” Her face was emotionless when she looked at Folklore. “One of us needs a head start at fighting them..and I know them better..” Calista left Folklore tied to the tree and stalked off. She never intended in fighting the rabid werewolves. Her plan was to distract them so she could escape. Folklore being tied up would keep them busy enough for her to escape.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to be seen with a bounty hunter," Xander said. He adjusted his cloak. The fur of his fur coat ruffled, like the feathers of an angry bird. The streets were covered with snow, and Xander had to occasionally shift his gaze away from Calista to the cobblestone underneath him. His sped up breath formed clouds. "I do not have the information that you seek. I know nothing about these wolfmen, please leave," he said. A hint of anger audible in his tone. The lifted his head, then his hand, as he saw a squad of guards patrolling the other side of the street. Their crimson jackets gave away their higher rank, the batons resting on their hips, their strength.
"Guards!' Xander yelled. "Guards, can you assist me? This woman refuses to leave my side," he called out to them. "She claims to be a bounty hunter. One not enlisted by the Crown," Xander's looked at Calista from the corners with his eyes with an icy glare. "And thus practising illegal business."
Honeydew looked nervously at Xander, as guilt filled her mind. "I-I'm terribly sorry, Xander..." She took out a dagger from her tail, frowning as she took it. "You seem to be a nice fellow, h-honestly! B-but... I need this money to survive, man! Besides-" She quickly grabbed the man, preventing him from being able to use his powers. "-If I didn't kill you, t-they'd send someone else after you anyways!" She stuttered. The guilt was heavy, crushing her, making it hard to breathe. She had to do it, but for some reason, her gut was telling her no. Suddenly, she let Xander go, dropping the dagger, as she stood there trembling. "I... I can't do it... Something's not right..."
(Idk, I thought a failed betrayal would be fun)
"Hey, Honeydew? I just wanna thank you for being so nice to me! You don't judge me or call me stupid, and I appreciate that more than anything! A-and I want to give you something in return for the kindness, y'know?" Didn't often consider others, but he had been trying to get better at it. Still, this was out of the ordinary. "Close your eyes, and let me guide you to the surprise I've set up!" Sable gave a warm smile to Honeydew, although it didn't seem too friendly of a smile.
Sable dragged Honeydew to a room, left then came back, and locked the door behind him. "H-honeydew?" Sable turned to face her guiltily, yet snickering at the same time. "Promise you won't scream." Sable pounced onto Honeydew and attempted to cut her with a kitchen knife. "Hahaha, sorry! Sorry, I'm so sorry! You don't deserve this, but I need this! Please don't resist!" He sounded very confused and laughed whenever he felt stressed or guilty. "Please, play along! Just tell me I'm fine! I'm perfect! This is so fucking bad-!" Although Sable tried his hardest to keep cutting her, Sable was quickly knocked away after getting a few cuts in. Sable was small. Incredibly small. He could never have taken on a full adult, but he had to try. "I'm wrong. I'm so wrong...! This is so fucking stupid! Stupid!!"
"Hey kid. You like hurting people, right? I got a few weapons that do the trick. Don't use em anymore, wanna see them?" Vo asked casually. He knew this could go horribly wrong, but he was bored. He wanted some entertainment other than just alcohol.
He got Sable to come to a shed he owned. Vo knew the kid would be suspicious, and when he saw Sable looking for an escape he grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into one of the wooden walls within the shed.
"I wasn't planning on doing much to you other than beating you up a little, but now you've pissed me off", Vo muttered before locking the shed behind him.
"So kid. How bout we have a nice talk about ourselves? Sounds fun, eh? Tell me what I want to hear and maybe I won't tie you up and keep you in this shed to rot."
Thank the Void, Salvador wasn't gambling on his last soul. It was just fun and games. Still, Salvador felt nervous in Vo's presence. The bone dice rolled clumsily around between his fingers as he stared at the greater demon. The thief's lips were pressed in a fine line. "I play fair." Salvador had no interest in playing fair.
"We call it dievenpad," he explained. "Thief's getaway," he translated. "We play with bone, play for coin. Not... You know," he said. Letting Vo fill in the blanks. "I think you will like it. You will be an expert in it. Gamble man." Salvador lifted his legs on his chair and made himself comfortable in his sitting position.
"I explain the rules. You roll three dice and the first that get a 12 or 15 wins. That simple. It's a quick game. Hence, the name. We play for 20 Duiten right?" Salvador's entire monthly salary. You could buy a lot with that. "Good."
With that, Salvador rolled his dice. But he didn't play fair. He broke his promise. Just before the dice left his hand, the fingers on his other fingers slighty moved. The movement of the fingers and the magic effecting the dice, were subtle enough to be barely noticeable. But the results were clear. Two sixes, one three. Salvador's time manipulation had frozen the dice on the sides he wanted before they dropped and now, Salvador was a winner. "Oh, look at that," he deadpanned said. "Looks like I won in one throw. Now fork over the coin," he said. Before shifting his gaze back at the demon that killed people for fun and even had the audacity to held out his hand towards him. Moving his fingers impatiently. "I want 20 duiten."
Cecil had only known Salvador for a little bit. Still he felt bad about sharing his location with one of shadow kings spies. “I’m terribly sorry I had to snitch on you, well at least the human part of me is.” He sighs. “It’s just I can’t a-afford to disobey him. I’ve already messed up too much.” Cecil’s hands twitch. “If I keep it up he’ll eventually catch up and find out I’m not entirely loyal.” Cecil shoves Salvador out of the pocket of darkness. “I appreciate you trying to save me but.. my soul isn’t worth saving. Eventually I’ll become a sad hollow of myself. But until then I must do what I can to help both sides. I’m forever torn..” He gazes at his watch. “The Spy spotted you earlier. A simple minded shadow will attempt to catch you. I wish you luck.” Cecil then disappears into the shadows.
"--Seriously, don't mention it," Blair's lead him into the back room of his little shop--the door's closed behind them. This has all gotta be oh-so-discreete, of course. Naturally. And with the blinds all drawn, the shadow-thing should be more at ease. "I know how hard it is, bein' not-quite-human. If my skills can help you out, even for a little bit... it's the least I can do."
Blair rifles through some drawers until he finds what he's after--a glass vial, the size and shape of a hen's egg. Within it, a strange blue liquid, casting a gentle glow in his palm. Cecil's promised antidote. He shakes it gently, then pops the stopper. Cecil takes the vessel in a trembling hand.
"I'm 'fraid this stuff doesn't taste too good, but hopefully it'll do the trick..." He smirks a little wrly. "Go on."
Blair watches him drink, with a hopeful smile. Once the liquid's gone, the room is dark, and strangely quiet.
"So..." he takes a breath, and a step back, widening his stance, "d'you feel anythin'?"
Then: light explodes from Blair's hands--sheer divinity, brighter than a lightning strike, flooding the room, flattening every shadow. Cecil can cringe and writhe and scream all he wants, but the poison he's just downed is gonna stop him getting far.
"Here's a tip for ya: try leechin' off people nobody gives a shit about. Parasite 101, mate!" Take it from Blair—he's an expert. Squinting at the stricken figure through all his blinding magic, he huffs a snicker through his teeth. "That bounty on your head's gonna have me sittin' pretty for a while..."