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The following is a game of survival, after each post you roll a 1D20, if you get a 1 you die, if you don't get a 1 you live, the higher you roll the less bad stuff happens to you! The lower you roll the more shit you run into, if I am attacking in my post I will place a modifier at the end of my most (-1), (-2), or worst case scenario (-3) then on your next post you end it by rolling the 1D20 minus whatever mod I gave you! But if through your writing you are creative and evasive then you will happen along items that will help you such as a flashlight which will give you a (+1) Mod but can only be used once! Other items may come along as well to help you out in similar ways but only if you are clever and obey the rules! ((This game is a 1x1 but if you are interested in playing, let me know through PM and we can discuss!))

Story: You are a travel guide visiting many camp grounds across America in 2009 and writing about them, your articals are put into a travel guide which not only covers your expenses but pays you very well for your work. You are in the top ten travel guide experts in the Western Hemisphere and have even appeared on the Travel Channel as a guest along with making an appearance on the Oprah show back in 2006! Today you are in western Montana at the Blackwood Preserve Campground you interviewed the ranger about the camp grounds history and you learned that this place was once a "Psychiatric Facility" of some kind but after the estate was torn down the grounds were donated to the state to become a camp site for tourists such as you and the families you recommend to come to these sorts of sites. However just in the few hours you have been here you have been getting odd vibes and your journal entries look something like:

"The trails here are incomplete, some lead to no where, the area is beautiful but it would be very easy to get turned around here.

"The park ranger staff here is very minimal, if there was an emergency I don't believe these over worked Rangers could actually do anything without back up and the nearest town is a few dozen miles away."

"Cell service here is spotty, the rangers have a land line in their little cabin HQ but they complain that if their is even a little rain the connection gets iffy... Kind of a hazard if you ask me."

With these thoughts on paper you leave the warm campfire as it dies down and you turn in, getting into your tent and fading softly into sleep... Only about three hours later however you wake up to your tent and supplies have caught a blaze! The time to think how did this happen isn't for right now, your tent is on fire along with your camping gear and laptop bag!!! What do you do???

Nix gasped, her eyes growing wide as she stared at the flames around her. She jerked up, grabbing her black hoodie and journal from under her then quickly unzipped the tent flap to run out.

The flames burned Nix as she exited the tent, the camp fire was raging and all of her belongings were all burned up by now! She had collected a bucket of water the day before invade of such an event but would it be enough? Clutching her burnt hoodie she had two options, try to put the fire out or run for help...

(Oi. Is this, by some miracle, still open? If not, I still love the idea, and would love to use a similar concept.)

Nix winced as she rolled on the grass, just to make sure the flames did not get a hold of her, before slowly standing up. She coughed, trying to get fresh air as she tried to think. Her eyes landed on the bucket of water, and without a second thought, she grabbed it and tossed it to her tent to try to put it out. If she ran, the fire would spread and might create a forest fire, then she would be in real trouble then.

Smoke began to rise as sparks around her fires quelled slowly as shadows in the distance danced. Something sounded like a low breathing but she had no idea if it was her imagination or what! Moments later it was pitch black other then the embers of red coming from what was once her camp sight...

Nix sighed, dropping the bucket as she took another breath. She huffed a little, putting her burned hoodie on and stuffing her blackened journal in the pocket before kicking some of the ashes to make sure it was out and if anything else survived. Nothing did, definitely not the map. The young woman groaned, kicking the ashes again before pulling her hood up and headed towards the direction she had originally came from, not really noticing the breathing near her.

The woods were pitch black and since their was a new moon, the sky shed little to no help. Stars were blocked out by the tall trees, maybe if she climbed one it could help... But at the same time all the trees around her seemed to be the unclimbable sort, though her vision was awful in the black of night she couldn't help but wonder about this scent that began to fill her nostrils... Gasoline? It was off, no cars were up near the camping grounds they were about a three or four mile walk in some unknown direction, so why was that scent in the air? Could someone have deliberately lit her camp a blaze???

The woman covered her mouth at the smell, her eyes slowly adjusting to allow her to see a little bit, even if it was a a feet ahead of her. She looked at the ground to find any markings of her later passing, but she shivered, feeling like someone was watching her. Nix stopped for a moment, not turning her head or calling out, just listening. If she watched enough horror movies, she new never to look back.

The sound of thick leather boots walked through the cinders of what was once her camp, "girl..." The sound of a cord being pulled them some low clicking, then again, and finally after the third pull the sound of a chain saw could be hear and the boots broke into a sprint towards her!!!

Nix froze up like a deer in headlights, her eyes growing as wide when the sound of footsteps approached. She took a sharp intake of breath at the man's voice, her heart beat growing faster before bolting it when she heard a cord being pulled, knowing what would happen next. She ran straight for a while, thanking her father for forcing her to take track, before running in a different direction to throw the maniac off, also keeping her direction in mind.

Easily out running the chain saw man she found a large cave to hide in or keep on running and not enter the cave! Either way options are good, the man with the chain saw was still a bit away searching for the fast woman but he was gonna find her eventually if she didn't make a choice!

Nix looked back and forth between the cave and the path she was running. She growled to herself, pulling on her hair a little before running into the cave, moving inside of it before squeezing herself deep crevice in the wall, knowing if she was far enough, the chainsaw wouldn't reach her and the man might be too big to pull her out. All she had to do was wait and be silent.

Moving inside the ground felt like small animals, all the fur lining the soggy flooring. What cave had carpeting? None! But the sounds of chainsaws died out as Nix walked deeper and deeper into the cave...

Nix bit her lip to keep from whining, a shiver crawling up her back as she sat down in a corner, deep inside. She listened closely, flinching at any noise she heard and looked into the darkness.

As she say she knoticed a large bolder looking thing in the center of the cave with a second smaller a bolder nearby, these bolders seems to be lightly snoring however.... Nix found herself in a bear cave but luckily hadn't woken. Either of the bears up!

Nix gulped as her eyes landed on the bears, her feet slowly moving backwards back from where she had come. She would find another hiding place, if she made it out. And then she would find her way back to the Rangers cabin, if she found it.

Exiting the cave without waking the Bears some how and headed off into the night, the chainsaw man was no where to be seen or heard but Nix knew finding the right direction to the Rangers Station would be a task in and of itself.

The girl released the breath age was holding before turning back and quickly, yet quietly as she could, made her way through the woods. She hoped she was headed in the right direction, and not into the killers sights. She took out her burned up journal and tried to find any hints of where she was with out a map. She listened closely and paid attention as she walked.

With darkness all around her she squinted her eye to try and read the pages. No map inside but she did remember doing a sort of landscape dialogue. "Many paths leading every which was but at least there is some sense to this place, the Ranger Station is the building with the large tall American flag pole... If only these trees weren't so close together."