...we came in?

[strangerpeople]

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS


[There's no doubt that those who wake up will vaguely remember a dream.

In that dream, at least for most people, there are two figures, informing them each that they had a Title. With that title came a power. More than that, they were being given rooms, as if they were meant to stay in the dark and gloomy place where their dreams placed them. The Strangers might have found this to be a ridiculous proposition. Unless they have been through this before, then were probably not surprised in the least.

All of this, of course, ended with a sense of inexplicable dread for everyone. Especially when they woke up to find themselves in long, thin, cramped rooms, with only candlelight to give them any illumination.

Yes. Unfortunately, that dream had not been a dream at all, much as you might have hoped. You are here, now, inside an old, decrepit house where you have been given what appears to be a permanent residency. While you apparently have a power to aid you, it's no comfort. You have no option to leave, you have no way to escape, and the rules hammered to your door doesn't help the creeping sense of doom pooling in your stomach.

...

Now.

Where are those two figures that had greeted you to begin with?]

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[silvertongueheir]

[He knew it, but it's not like that makes him actually feel better.] I can recognize a pattern when I see one.

[15unknowns]

Wonderful! Then you already know what you must do to ultimately obtain your freedom.

[This does make the figure happy. Such little fuss with this one!]

[silvertongueheir]

Not only that, but condemn another to execution in our place, correct?

[15unknowns]

[A clap of the hands.]

Indeed, indeed! I see you are more than capable of explaining these things to your comrades. In fact...why don’t you inform your fellows of these requirements?

[A wave towards the others.]

I must insist it be you, really. Certainly they will listen to you over me.

[strangerpeople]

[another voice rings out from nowhere, interrupting although it appears to be far away.]

HEY!! DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF, YOU SHITTY WINDBAG!!

[silvertongueheir]

[Right, there were two of them, weren't there? Franciscus glances vaguely in that direction before looking around at the people gathered here.]

I've mentioned this to a few of you already, but I've been through something like this before. They'll offer up extra motives to push people to kill, along with the promise of escape. And when that happens, they'll force the rest of us into a trial to determine the killer. Whoever we vote for is executed, whether or not we make the correct choice.

[strangerpeople]

[the voice continues, apparently coming from a...spiderweb...]

Fucking.... Don't you ignore me either! Ahaha, you think you're the Approach or something? Shut the hell up! We're NOT doing that, because fuck that guy!

Instead, you should do something way better!

Stay here! And listen to Big Sis!

[silvertongueheir]

[A spiderweb...? He approaches it cautiously, trying to see if there's anyone on it.] What exactly do you have in mind for us, then?

[strangerpeople]

Well, glaaaad you asked! Tch.

[nothing is in the web, not even a spider. Someone has great ventriloquism skills....]

Be loyal to Big Sis - our Lady. Which means you have to obey us, her "representatives". Mostly me. I know her way better than that prick, no matter what he says!

Sure, you'll have to make a few changes. But it's nothing. In fact... We already started! Just lean in to your corruption and forget about anything but your new family. Heh heh heh.

It's not so bad! You'll even be rewarded! If Big Sis favors you, she'll give you something so I know to give you rewards. And once she gets what she wants, someone will get to leave....

Well, I know killing is the FUN way to leave. But think about it, Scorch. What do you even have to look forward to out there?

[silvertongueheir]

[He narrows his eyes at the word "corruption." That's definitely not something he's eager to get into. And the question makes him falter for a moment. He remembers being lonely, the friendships he lost. But then he shakes his head.]

Indoor plumbing, for one. And daily mealtimes.

[strangerpeople]

HUNH? You just want fucking plums?

[...apparently the word "plumbing" doesn't ring a bell. Getting to that clearly won't be as simple as breaching a wall or two.]

Dammit! Listen! You people don't need any of that! You won't! And we're gonna give you something way better than anything you ever ate before, so just wait...

[silvertongueheir]

[...alright, so perhaps this "Lady" is the only one with modern knowledge, if she's the one who brought them here...]

Is it going to be enough to sustain us all for a week?

[15unknowns]

[meanwhile, the figure is just glaring at the web. Just. glaring.]

I will thank you not to talk about Our Lady in such a casual manner and you know this by now!

[silvertongueheir]

[So the two of them really are at odds. That might be helpful in planning.]

Does such talk displease her, then?

[strangerpeople]

Hell no! If it did I wouldn't fucking do it! Get the stick out of your ass, old man.... before I come down there and MAKE you, heh heh heh heh heh!

[15unknowns]

You really think you could take me on!?

[DRAMATIC POINT at the spider web]

Why don't you come down and face me right now, you scraggly dalcop!