WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Well, this is...happening. This is a thing. This is your life now. The Commander is expecting you to just up and kill one another, and then try to get away with it. No big deal, right? You guys can handle this. You won't fall for what she has. She's clearly an idiot. A loud idiot, but still an idiot. She's not going to get one over you.

...Right?

In any case, the Commander's quarters are now open for anyone who decides they can actually stand to be in the same room as her, but beware - any favor you might ask of her is going to come at a price, and who knows what she'll ask you to do if you decide to gain a boon from her. Unless you're a suck-up like Baku - then she'll apparently be flattered. Maybe that's a good tactic to use?


Whatever you do, try not to murder the bread again. The Bread Did Nothing Wrong.


There are fifteen strangers in this place.]



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Comments

[crouching_sin]

It absolutely is, if for no other reason than to drive us insane wondering why.

[backuphero]

Everything here really is designed to keep us off-balance, isn't it? I mean, no showers, the weird robots wandering around....

[crouching_sin]

If you want to drive someone towards insanity and murder, making them unsure and unstable is a good way to do it.

[backuphero]

Yeah... it is, isn't it.

[He's reminded of Dracula's Castle, for some reason. Sure, all the accounts he was told described it as a living creature of Chaos, but surely the place hadn't really put itself together so... no. No, he is not thinking about this. Not when - the most important person in his life after Mom is stuck there with nobody but a cheapskate priest and a dead man in her corner.]