WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[socialhacktivist]

Well... hypothetically speaking... it wouldn't be much of a practical joke if you saw it coming.

[Still. Someone lazy doing all this? It just doesn't fit. But the transcending laws of magic and physics part can't be ignored either.]

But that sounds pretty elaborate, don't you think?

[defriendestration]

MY BROTHER'S PRANKS CAN GET PRETTY CRAZY WHEN HE WANTS THEM TO BE! ONE TIME, HE USED HIS QUANTUM PHYSICS KNOWLEDGE AND ACTUALLY MADE ME THINK HE CLEANED THE SOCK HE KEEPS LEAVING IN THE LIVING ROOM.

ALL SO HE COULD GO TO GRILLBY'S WHILE I WASN'T LOOKING! IT WAS BRILLIANT! AND I WAS ANNOYED AT HIM.

[socialhacktivist]

[She's not sure she sees anything brilliant there.

But since she's dug in this deep already, might as well go all the way.]

Okay so... if it was him-- could you get us out of this?

[defriendestration]

OF COURSE, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, CAN SWEAR IT! WE JUST HAVE TO FIND HIM!

LOCATING HIS ERRANT BOTTLES OF KETCHUP AND SOCKS ARE A GOOD START TO SOLVING THIS PUZZLE! THIS PRANK!

THIS...PUZZLANK! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[Because of course! It all makes sense! Its a test for a new puzzle and a prank on him! He has to give sans some credit, this is a brilliant puzzle to capture humans in theory.

He can only imagine how amazing this puzzle would be when sans actually implements it!]

[socialhacktivist]

...Puzzlank?

[Really?]

But more importantly, why would a skeleton have ketchup? It's not like you can consume things-- right? ...for that matter, why bother with clothes either?

[She doesn't get it.]