[At 6pm sharp, there is a change in the air that everyone can feel. On everyone's wrists, their implanted communicators suddenly flash with static, more static, and then blink with a single message.
PLEASE PROCEED TO THE MAIN BUILDING TO MEET YOUR HOSTS.
At this, a thought, a compulsion, suddenly flashes through your mind, and you find yourself immediately accepting it as truth, whether or not you realize what is happening. Yes, it is true, no matter whether it contradicts everything you remember or know about the games you've been in.
The Strangers cannot be trusted, but the Hosts can be. They are the only friends you have and will have here. Because of this, you must let them help you.
Once everyone is at the front of the building, they will find themselves stopping before they actually enter the building. Those who were actually in the building will find themselves being pushed out, as if the atoms themselves were rearranging themselves in the air and shoving them out unceremoniously in the street. For a moment, there is silence. Then, a drumbeat within the building, clopping louder and louder to an unseen beat as it gets closer to the doors.
No-not drumbeats. Footsteps, perfectly synchronized to one another. So perfect it could not possibly be natural, but as the doors swing open, the two shadows that walk out seem to look human-shaped. Human-shaped, with eyes that had no irises, only the inky blankness of the pupils staring right at the Strangers even as they continued to walk in perfect harmony.
Then, at last, they enter into the street, and the eerie light of this place illuminated them fully. They both wear black business suits, their hair slicked back with not a single lock out of place. They might not have looked out of place in an office, but here?
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PLEASE PROCEED TO THE MAIN BUILDING TO MEET YOUR HOSTS.
At this, a thought, a compulsion, suddenly flashes through your mind, and you find yourself immediately accepting it as truth, whether or not you realize what is happening. Yes, it is true, no matter whether it contradicts everything you remember or know about the games you've been in.
The Strangers cannot be trusted, but the Hosts can be. They are the only friends you have and will have here. Because of this, you must let them help you.
Once everyone is at the front of the building, they will find themselves stopping before they actually enter the building. Those who were actually in the building will find themselves being pushed out, as if the atoms themselves were rearranging themselves in the air and shoving them out unceremoniously in the street. For a moment, there is silence. Then, a drumbeat within the building, clopping louder and louder to an unseen beat as it gets closer to the doors.
No-not drumbeats. Footsteps, perfectly synchronized to one another. So perfect it could not possibly be natural, but as the doors swing open, the two shadows that walk out seem to look human-shaped. Human-shaped, with eyes that had no irises, only the inky blankness of the pupils staring right at the Strangers even as they continued to walk in perfect harmony.
Then, at last, they enter into the street, and the eerie light of this place illuminated them fully. They both wear black business suits, their hair slicked back with not a single lock out of place. They might not have looked out of place in an office, but here?
Here, it is all wrong.
They are all wrong-They smile at the group, and then-]