OOC: Back in april, 2003 I started an RPG entitled The Great Escape. It succeeded and continued for more than 2 years. That was until the Mobius Forum was hacked and more than 80 percent of it was lost to that horrible thing called hyperspace. After that it just eventually died away. So now I'm hoping that I will be able to begin a revamp of the original RP. I don't know if any of the orignal members of TGE are still here but if you are, I hope you might be willing to start it over with me. Anyone is welcome. Below is the main idea that started the RPG orignally and is the same that I will be using this time, just edited for my horrible grammar at the time.
Captured by the evil Robotnik we have all been thrust into slavary. He has commisioned the building of a 45000 foot pyramid located somewhere in the vacinity of The Great Desert. The reason for such a feet is unknown. But as slavery often goes, we are the ones building his design. Our mission is to form a group and escape. It won't be easy the surrounding land is complete desert for miles. The only food and water is within the camp and is incredibly limited to the "workers", being that it is controlled by the iron fist of Robotnik. The perimater of the camp is surrounded by SwatBots, aswell.
Reply if you are interested and I will begin.
(OOC: I'm in.)
OOC: Looks good, I'm game 
ooc: Ill post when Im not busy being military
OOC: It's been a long time, but if everyone else is still game, I am too.
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I WOULD LIKE TO JOIN, I DARE SAY!
Too bad the Role Players' Guild isn't anywhere near as huge or active as it once was.
OOC: Well its been awhile since my original post, but I'm going to go ahead and start it anyway.
IC:
Heat rose in waves as the morning sun set in the sky. It was nothing new to the workers; the working day had begun three hours prior, when the blaring alarm had emitted its signal. The prisoners had hauled themselves from their cement beds, thrown on their loose gray uniforms, and many had tied bandanas around their foreheads. Once they had exited their barracks, and the Swatbots had checked for stragglers, the chip imbedded in all of the prisonerfs forearms were scanned and the code sent for verification. Then picks and harnesses were distributed. They dayfs routine was followed strictly and if not their would be consequences to pay. 1178 days and counting. Veernarmiah had told herself she would stop counting after the first year. Old habits often seemed to die-hard though.
OOC: Just thought I would give a bit of an intro. Everyone else introduce your characters!
Felix was an adorable furry-humanimal-thing.
But it meant nothing in the hells of the prison that was his life. Not to mention the prison he lived in.
Every day he worked as he was supposed to. Surely the wise decision would be to get himself killed.
Sure, die, that'll show 'em!
Maybe not so much.
But was there hope? There never was in situations like this. The slaves were always hungry, but they were physically strong to an extent. If they had all decided, then and there, to turn on the SwatBots and attack, could they not overtake them with ease? But it'd never happen.
