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[The national council just announced the blight to the country.

There was no sugarcoating it anymore. This was a critical time. Saving all of the vines is paramount, but what does one do when the blight hits? It keeps encroaching on the grapes, day by day. Entire clusters, entire bunches, dead and rotting, while allowing the blight to spread, and the leading botanists and viticulturists cannot identify the origin or the cause. They can't even successfully isolate the culprit in their labs; it seems to disappear like air no matter the precautions taken.

It is a catastrophe that seems to be beyond science, and it will result in the complete collapse of the entire country's wine industry. Already, embargoes on this year's crop have forced other grape-growers to close shop for the year after they'd sold their previous stock; it is all too possible that no grapes might ever be grown here again if a cure cannot be found. The tourists have stopped coming. The towns have grown silent.

You, meanwhile, are devastated. With the way your business is going, it will be on the brink of bankruptcy within the year. You will soon have no choice but to close shop and let every grapevine die, let the land go fallow. There must be a cure for this, there must be. Yet everything that can go wrong is.

Then, as you watch the news, it happens. Breaking news. The blight has been found in another country.

It is a pandemic-and it is only getting worse.


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Well. This is...what else can can anyone say? You all know the deal. You all know what situation you're in. All that is left is to figure out what you can do about it. If there's anything that can be done.

You still feel that compulsion to distrust. To know you cannot win. To know that only the hosts have your best interests in mind. It would be easy to just do all that. But would it be the right thing to do? You can't be completely sure. Indeed, nothing is certain here, except for that damned ticking sound. If only you could stop it.

But you can't stop it. It is inevitable.


There are 15 strangers in this place.]

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[comesaround]

[ Initially he can't help but raise an eyebrow at that 'too traumatized' part but he'll come back to that in a moment or two. ]

Well, the simplest way I can put it is that all of our worlds were put into danger thanks to some math-spewing idiot named Sho. Think of your world being overrun with creatures that could corrupt and damage people, but most people can't even see them. Me and others were put into this thing called a Reaper's Game in order to try and make us 'Composers' and in the process, i've seen people nearly ripped apart as well as someone killing themselves during a trial to save the rest of us.

[ Maybe he does look a little manic here for a second or two, laying it out without giving out every single detail but it should be enough to fill some things in. ]

So... while it may not have been as 'crazy' as some of the others, it wasn't as great and simple as people think it might have been. I even left out some of the details but surely that should give you a good enough idea.

[beguiledcard]

[ Even with what's happening to him, he doesn't stop paying attention to his friends. So he's going to gently put a hand on Karma's shoulder. ]

Definitely no cakewalk.

[ Then it's back to the grilling, smh. ]