Thread: PMD: The Futuristic Vision *Start Up*

"If only I was a Gallade... I do have a Dawn Stone which is for when I turn into Kirlia..." Nathan muttered while getting locked in his cage.

"Abilities don't work here." Missingno says.

OOC: I officially claim this RPG dead. Sucker number 5 of the 5 RPGs I've ever made. Nice try, though...

((OOC: It's not dead, it's just a slow starter since you've restricted your RPers movements. Wait until you release them from prison, then it'll get going.))

"So, Leafy-boy. Shall I get going back to my cell, or am I free to go now that I've agreed to you're... 'daring' operation?" Zane asked, pushing back his seat and standing up.

OOC: Or people just aren't interested.

"You are free to go, I guess. We'll contact you when we need you," Forest said.

The same questioning process was put through with all of the prisoners. All of them were released from the prison and given $200 each.

One week later...

Nathan looked around. "It's good to be free. And £200!" (I'm English so should I refer to them as £'s or $'s?) Nathan said.

OOC: It's your call.

OOC: £'s it is.

Cinder was shoved roughly into his cell by a group of magnemites.
He had been relaxing in his house, enjoying the silence around him, and suddenly he was paralyzed and brought here. Cinder still had no idea why he was here or where he was.
"hello?" he asked quietly to the darkness around him. "Anybody there?"




I OFFICIALLY DECLARE THIS THREAD DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1