How does this work? First you escape from whatever super villainish trap the previous poster left you in then create one for the next poster. Some rules,
No teleporting or magic.
No modifying the trap. You may assume stuff like "the chair is wooden" or "I'm tied up with rope" only if the previous poster didn't specify.
If multiple people respond to the same post, the first post to get through is considered canon and the others are ignored.
You lose if you can't figure out a way out.
Here's an example.
Ties the next poster to a chair and leaves them in a room to watch Soul Sisters mirror matches for all eternity.
I rock the chair back and forth until it falls onto its back. Obviously, I can't watch the games like this so I am righted. I then repeat the process until the chair breaks, I then use whatever pieces of the chair I can to knock out the Soul Sisters players and make my escape through a convenient door marked "Exit".
I zip-tie the next posters hands together, then I chain their right leg to the back of a truck that starts speeding down an endless gravel road.
(That's your que!)
I wake up, eventually. I undo my belt and use the part you put through the hole (the hell is it called?) I file it on the stone floor until it's small enough to pick the lock with. I then take whatever time is necessary to escape the dungeon by trial and error.
Handcuffs the next posters hands to their feet (left hand to left foot, right hand to right foot) and gags them so they can't speak. I then put them in a human sized hamster ball that is tinted so you can't see in our out of it then give them to a bunch of teenagers as a massive soccer ball.
Quote from: Taysby on May 26, 2015, 04:53:12 PM
Yells that I have free beer.
Locks next poster in the castle in monty python with 300 horny 16-19 year old girls.
Wait a second, you are gagged??
-monty Python, as in England? Can I have a number machine? I'll just enjoy myself for quite some time ;)
Legislation:
The age of consent in England and Wales is 16[119] regardless of sexual orientation or gender, as specified by the Sexual Offences Act 2003.[120] However, if person A is over the age of 18 and is in a position of trust to person B who is under the age of 18, it is illegal for A to engage in sexual activity with B.[121] Section 47 of the Sexual Offences Act 2003 makes it an offence to pay for or promise payment for sexual services of a person under 18 where the 'client' does not reasonably believe that person is over 18, or in any event for a person under 13.
Taysby was gagged so...fail. And Kaylesh didn't lay a trap so....fail.
Looks around for any traps left by Kaylesh. Finds nothing.
Frames the next poster for the assassination of Justin Beiber and locks them in a blast proof-cell service-less room with 30 enraged Justin Beiber fans.
Asks a staff member to take me to the exit because my grandmother just died. Works every time.
Hangs the next poster off a bridge by their ankles. They are hung by a fraying rope that'll break any minute. It's a fifty foot drop to the hungry circle of sharks below.
Good luck.
I get caught. I'm 15. I get thrown out and fined or sent to Juvie. Cool.
Ties the next poster with an average sized, sturdy rope to a bunch of teenage girls with a sign that says "I HATE HARRY STYLES".
(Specifically, teenage girls if average weight, height, and sanity. Assume they all can read. And read your sign. And like Harry Styles too)
Then I refuse to eat any of the lotus flowers until Percy Jackson arrives and I follow him out.
The next poster's back is placed against a surfboard, with both feet and hands tied behind the surfboard using titanium chains. They are left underneath a slowly dripping faucet, with the water dripping between their eyes every 30 seconds...
Quote from: Handsome Jack on May 26, 2015, 09:15:19 PM
I get caught. I'm 15. I get thrown out and fined or sent to Juvie. Cool.
Ties the next poster with an average sized, sturdy rope to a bunch of teenage girls with a sign that says "I HATE HARRY STYLES".
(Specifically, teenage girls if average weight, height, and sanity. Assume they all can read. And read your sign. And like Harry Styles too)
Missed it by that much.
I love chihuahuas. I am perfectly content staying there until they are not angry, at which point I will make my escape by forcing myself up with my feet and their bodies.
The next person is locked in a car on a crowded highway going 70MPH. The lock is from the outside. The windows are bulletproof. Assume you have everything you may realistically have in your car.
Taysby, that's when you make a scene guilt tripping them and either somebody else helps or they do.
Being as I'm in a car with everything I'd realistically have, I get in the front seat and use the brakes and steering wheel to safely pull over. I then have my phone, with which I call my family/a friend/AMA and am rescued.
Puts the next poster in a windowless, doorless room that fills with water. They're also handcuffed to the room's single feature, a railing set into the wall.
You failed to mention that the room was made of paper (I got in by it being folded around me) I throw the cards to get through a wall to freedom.
Throws the next poster out of a plane at 2,500 feet. They don't have a parachute or that flying squirrel thing or wings or a jet pack or really anything but the clothes on their back.
I take my shirt off and use it as a parachute to float safely to the ground.
The next poster is locked in a space shuttle orbiting Venus, and the orbit is decaying. You are too far for radio contact, and you have items you would find in a shuttle as of 2015.
I use my handy dandy Canadarm to grab hold of a passing asteroid for a safe tow back toward earth and re-enter the atmosphere using small bursts if my air supply to steer
The next poster is shackled to a wall in front of a rocket sled track, 3 seconds to launch
Quote from: MarduArrow on May 27, 2015, 04:32:51 AM
I use my handy dandy Canadarm to grab hold of a passing asteroid for a safe tow back toward earth and re-enter the atmosphere using small bursts if my air supply to steer
The next poster is shackled to a wall in front of a rocket sled track, 3 seconds to launch
I assume the rocket is a toy rocket and just kind of sits there before a slingshot shoots it up in the air uselessly. I also assume these shackles are made of cheese. I eat my way out of these shackles.
The next poster has to listen to my grandmother rant in a locked room. She will always be extremely rant-y and will do nothing but rant. She cannot be moved. There is no door or windows. The room is not paper.
I serve your grandmother a cup of tea laced with a healthy amount of sedatives. When she falls asleep, I unlock the door using a key found on her person.
I put the next poster inside a metal coffin and bury it six feet under the dirt.
I escape the coffin before it is buried by pushing open the lid. I then shut the lid and run off so you'd think you buried me. (Note how you say in a coffin then buried it, implying that you buried the coffin but not necessarily me.)
Chains the next poster to a dentist's chair and has a deaf man extract all their teeth without painkillers.
Use sign language to explain this is all a misunderstand and get set free.
Seals the next poster in a plexiglass coffin in the bottom of a grave. Rigs up a container to dump enough dirt to fill the gave in exactly 199 seconds. (Insert {evil laugh})
My urns out one of those big hearted metal heads sees me. Those guys protect the weak with their lives. He gets buddies to form a circle around me and I'm picked up and returned to safety. And fame and fortune as a hamster sized man.
*ties a weight to the next poster's leg via chains and ankle shackles, then drops them into the ocean*
Quote from: GlowackAttack on May 29, 2015, 09:04:20 AM
Leaves baby shower because legs are functioning
Duck tapes next poster to door much like Dewey in Malcolm in the Middle.
Walks away from ducks. They aren't too sticky and don't function very well as tape.
Locks next poster to the back of a helicopter and flies away with them hanging upside down by the ankles.
Resurrect!
I climb into the helicopter from which I was dangling and take a parachute. I then jump out.
The next poster is placed in a room with walls of titanium and no doors or windows. The only thing inside besides you is a piece of cheese.
(Ceiling and floor count as walls)
I use the cheese to extend the duration of my life by putting it in my mouth, chewing it up, and swallowing it. Thanks to this the people that were looking for me, (friends, family and the authorities) find me and bust me out.
Places the next poster in an island in the middle of the ocean. The island has just them and sand on it. They don't get to bring anything with them.
The island is a small island, tiny, just off the coast of Hawaii. I swim over to Hawaii or wait for a boat to come near and swim to that.
Next poster is in a space shuttle orbiting the moon that's out of gas. Assume it's stocked with lots of oxygen and enough living stuff to last you for awhile. Your radio is broken so it doesn't pick up words but delivers static instead of words.
My radio delivers static instead of words? I use the static as morse code and get rescued.
Frames the next poster for a violent crime and gets them locked in a maximum security prison, in solitary.
Quote from: LinkCelestrial on July 10, 2015, 11:30:04 AM
My radio delivers static instead of words? I use the static as morse code and get rescued.
Frames the next poster for a violent crime and gets them locked in a maximum security prison, in solitary.
I walk out the door with a policeman, as I was never put in a cell.
The next poster is placed in a pool of piranhas with an electric fence surronding it.(the fence is turned on and has power).
Contrary to popular belief, piranhas are pretty chill if you don't panic. So I chill in the pool until somebody is kind enough to turn off the fence and help me escape.
Throws the next poster out of an airlock. In space.
Not a big deal, he spaced me while i still had on my suit. Drift till my sos gets me picked up.
Traps the next person in a giant hamster ball inside a padded room in an instane asylum, with a staff completely covinced you are mental no matter what you say.
(There have been studys where normal people get put in them and the staff being possative the persons are crazy. Even after being told it was just a test)
A hamster ball in a rubber room? Hell yeah! After I get sick of it, I fake an illness. In route to leave the building I book it to freedom.
Teleports the next poster to the bottom of the ocean. No air, getting crushed by water. AND I make sure they bring /nothing/ with them.
Tell them i am an atheist and get disowned.
Locks the next poster in a room with tasby and atilla the hun and a gun with one bullet. Only way the door will open is if they kiss one person and shoot the other.
I....oh God....kiss Taysby and shoot Atilla, cuz at least Taysby isn't a cavemanesque savage x)
The next poster is trapped in a room that can only be opened by entering the correct 25 digit code into an electronic keypad.
I tap random numbers for as long as it takes to get the combination, then leave.
The next poster is turned invisible and left in a library after midnight.
Wait till it is open and leave, use ny bew found invisablitiy to do stuff.
Puts an open cardboard box top down over the next person along with a cat in the box with them.
So, you put a cardboard box on top of me, with a cat in it?
Pet the cat so it won't panic, once it is calm I remove the box.
I zip-tie the next poster to a chair, that is welded to a steel floor, that has live current, enough to kill you. I also fixate your head, and force you to watch soul sisters mirror matches.
Quote from: Kaylesh on July 11, 2015, 06:03:37 AM
So, you put a cardboard box on top of me, with a cat in it?
Pet the cat so it won't panic, once it is calm I remove the box.
I zip-tie the next poster to a chair, that is welded to a steel floor, that has live current, enough to kill you. I also fixate your head, and force you to watch soul sisters mirror matches.
I use my....ah.....sonic screwdriver, escape from the chair, and hop into my TARDIS. Why? Because I'm the Doctah ;)
*cue theme music*
Doo-Wee-Dooooooooooooo!
Quote from: Splicer on July 15, 2015, 11:15:00 PM
*cue theme music*
Doo-Wee-Dooooooooooooo!
Now you have it stuck in my head -.-
The next poster (cuz I totally forgot about this part), is trapped in a room with an acoustic guitar and can only get out by playing a perfect bar chord.
I know how to play guitar. I play the chord.
The next poster is left in the middle of the Sahara desert while it's flooding.
Quote from: Splicer on July 16, 2015, 01:53:26 AM
I know how to play guitar. I play the chord.
The next poster is left in the middle of the Sahara desert while it's flooding.
The Sahara is massive. If it's flooding all of earth is flooding. Likely, this is caused by the moon and... I don't know where I'm going with this. Anyways, I can probably just live with a tribe or something I find. Those exist, I think.
The next poster is locked in Glados' chamber without a portal gun or visible exit in sight. Glados isn't aggro'd yet.
Quote from: Cave Johnson on July 16, 2015, 03:59:05 PM
Quote from: Splicer on July 16, 2015, 01:53:26 AM
I know how to play guitar. I play the chord.
The next poster is left in the middle of the Sahara desert while it's flooding.
The Sahara is massive. If it's flooding all of earth is flooding. Likely, this is caused by the moon and... I don't know where I'm going with this. Anyways, I can probably just live with a tribe or something I find. Those exist, I think.
The next poster is locked in Glados' chamber without a portal gun or visible exit in sight. Glados isn't aggro'd yet.
I'll reprogram her to get me an exit.
Next poster gets in a space hog jet craft from Duke Nukem while the duke just entered your area.