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

[vividsins]

[ YIKES. ]

...I hope you don't think me a monster. A demon, yes, but... I eat nightmares. If anything I'm beneficial.

[backuphero]

Right now we've all got the same enemy. Never heard of anybody dying of a lack of nightmares, either, so...

[Plainly, Japanese monsters are not his forte.

He shrugs.]

Besides, Dracula's own son fought alongside my ancestors. I figure if you can talk you've probably got a chance to make the choice to not be evil.

[vividsins]

[ AHAHAHAHA ABOUT THAT. ]

...I suppose that is correct. Thank you, sir.

[backuphero]

You're welcome. I mean, even the guy with horns doesn't seem to be too bad. Maybe we're all just crammed in here as a test of willpower... I want to believe the best of people. I really do.