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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât a mystery. A harsh jostle causes your body to lunge forward as a tire jumps over a pot hole in the road. Try as you might, itâs hard to ignore the steady thrumming of an engine and the gentle sway beneath you. The faint scent of gasoline seems to waft from the outside, but as you look around youâll notice that the windows are locked, tinted, and impossible to see through. Likewise, the door ahead of you appears to be locked as well. Perhaps the scent is your imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre inside a large bus dotted with the occasional seat and amid a jumble of other bodies. The people you were last with may be among your fellow passengers. Perhaps they are not. But worry not; thereâs plenty of time to look around and get to know one another on this long, strange trip. It may even be wise to examine the staircase at the other end of the bus. Who knows what awaits you on the other floors? Ah, but before you move too far it may be best to assess the situation. On the bright side, any injuries you incurred have been healed! Isn't it nice to have your limbs in place again? Miracles happen. But...what happened to your clothes? Youâre fairly certain you weren't wearing this t-shirt before...and what's with the denim shorts? Maybe you were fortunate enough to get the knee-length version, but for those of you waking up in bootyshorts...well, we're sure you look great! And what better way to tie the whole look together than white socks and tan sandals? At least you'll be comfortable for the ride. Lucky for you, your new threads aren't the only gift you'll receive upon waking up. Attached to your waist is a high-quality bag filled with some fun goodies for every passenger! For those of you who unzip your bag to check its contents, you will find: -Dry shampoo No other items are on your person at this time, even if you were holding onto it as you began your previous departure. That's a bit troublesome, isn't it? Not really; it's still a bus. Be grateful for the extra elbow room, alright? Oh, and one last thing...on the wrist of every passenger is a small, equally fashionable white scrunchie. Not your style? Perhaps it's a good idea to give the travel guide another read. Searching the bus from top to bottom will net zero results in the way of an escape. All of the windows are similarly tinted and locked, and the only exit door appears to be the one on the first level that can't be opened at this time. But hey. You're all old pros at this, right? You know what to do next! Get to know the people around you, trade stories with your fellow passengers, and...well. Buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. |
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Well it's-
[ hold up, this is a unique situation for her, she going to take advantage of it first.]
Wait, what do you think it does?
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Let's see... If it's got something to do with apathy and you'd compare it to zombies, some sort of state of listlessness? Maybe to the point of death? A mindless loss of a sense of self, refusal to eat - hopefully no biting other people, though.
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Good reasoning! Yeah, that's basically it - it was an illness that infected any and all demographics, and turned its victims into the walking "dead". They'd first start hearing things, and then it was a rapid descent into a cognitive shutdown, and total inability to take care of themselves. Any personality or signs of higher reasoning - poof! Gone.
[ she pauses, before smiling grimly ]
Everyone called them the Lost because of that.
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[But a gruesome sickness... He taps at the spine of a book - more of a thoughtful, aimless gesture than anything.]
What is it that caused the illness, do you know? And was there any cure for it?
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[ haha, yeah, the researchers.
she lets that sit for a moment before continuing, cheerful again ]
Ah, but you don't need to worry too much - people just stopped getting infected one day, and then they all started getting better. I think the last confirmed case of Apathy Syndrome was announced as fully recovered right before... well, all this happened.
[ she gestures at the bus, and further beyond, to the far off pastures of Murder Games Past ]
Weird, right?
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