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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
ARRIVAL | |
| 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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He doesn't look especially settled though, frowning slightly. ]
Some? Not all of you?
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Only a handful of survivors made it off. The rest we had to leave behind.
[ so that was! fun! ]
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Even if all of us come from the same sort of circumstances and the same kind of 'games'... there is no reason we must abide by the same evil intent, or reach the same conclusions.
[ no one's outright said they need to go and murder each other. he won't let himself sound resigned to that, no matter deluded a hope that is. ]
We were able to destroy the one who abducted us before. [ he wouldn't call it a happy ending, but maybe someone could take heart in knowing that the rules were not an unbreakable cage. ] I fully intend to do so again, if necessary.
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[ anyway; ]
That said-- how did you guys manage it?
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We were told that we would have to kill a certain number of people so the survivors could escape a cursed ritual. That much seems to align with what some of the others have experienced. What we obviously were not told was that a member of our group was... coerced into cooperating with the curse. By killing him, the curse lifted, and we were all rescued, living or dead.
I do not advocate for killing anyone who appears suspicious, but rather... There are alternatives to playing along with these 'rituals' thoughtlessly.
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[ freakin' bizarre, also, but he doesn't say that part ]
How did you guys figure out killing him would fix it?
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[ No matter what shape and rules these 'games' went by, it all sounds so awful. How could this be the only shared string between them all? ]
In any case, we— [ He trails off briefly, something troubled in his eyes before he clears his throat. ] It... wasn't that we knew that killing him would fix anything. We were told very little about the ritual overall—I assume you were kept in the dark to some degree as well. Did you meet the 'requirements' they set out for you?
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