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[The blight would not stop.

The world's leading experts have been trying to find a cure, to no avail. Th blight keeps changing, keeps foiling all attempts at being fully understood. It's almost sentient, or at least more sentient than any disease that's been encountered before. People fear the disease jumping from what's left of the grapes into other plants, into animals, or even humans.

You can only watch as entire economies and ecosystems collapse. You can only bury your head in your hands as your own business comes to its end. The destruction of the clusters of grapes has not simply destroyed the wine industry, either-other businesses are being destroyed by the plague. Food, transport, retail, nothing is untouched.

You look on your own vineyard, its yield almost entirely blackened and dead.

This can't keep going on.

-

A week has passed since everyone's arrival. No one has died, yet. But surely no one is holding their breath to see if they would survive this unscathed. They are veterans of the game, and they must know that whoever it is that is in charge demands their pound of flesh. The question is when it will happen.

It is the second week, after all-and when the second week of the game comes, death is not far behind. Not even when you wake up, feeling something different in your mind as you remember the truths you originally woke up with, deep in your mind. You feel...lighter, somehow, when you realize there is a change.

Even so, there are 15 strangers left in this place.]

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We were being trained to be Weapons, something like that.

[he hasn't shown anyone aside from his group this, yet. but he brings out some curved blades that seem to come out of his body. yikes]

[He lets out a whistle, the kind people do when they're impressed by something.]

Yeah, that's...a lot more intense than what I got stuck with.

But how do glasses count as a weapon?

[Sorry, it's just...he can see a scythe, thanks to horror movies, but glasses just seem impossible to use as a weapon.]

[he can partially explain the glasses, but he probably shouldn't]

I mean, we had someone else who turned into an eraser. At least the glasses are useful.

Touché.

[He's not sure what type of glasses they are, but they're probably better than an eraser.

He passes back the basketball before speaks again.]

Definitely better than mine. I shapeshift into cats.

[whoops! Osomatsu gets rid of the blades. then catches the ball and sets it down]

You... shapeshift into cats...

[a dog that shapeshifts into cats. wild]

Yup. If it wasn’t completely random, I’d think they were trying to be ironic what powers we got. I think most of the others got terrible powers too, or at least to them.

[Some people might’ve been okay with many eyes that can be used for espionage. Zack, on the other hand, was not.]

I don't think turning into a cat sounds like a terrible power. But I guess it wouldn't be very useful in these... uh. Games, we're playing.

I guess I can act as a sort of of comfort animal, if people don’t like how I look. But it’d be pretty weird back home, considering I’d either look like a weird, deformed cat, or some new cat on the block.

...did I mention I’m not a freak of nature where I’m from? Most animals are...I think the word is anthropomorphic. Point is, it’s weird to see cats on all fours or not be able to talk, at least on my end.

[He should probably get that out there now, since he hasn’t yet.]

Oh! I didn't think you were a freak. I figured you were some f-- different world.

[he almost said "furry"]

Just 'cause I don't see real anthropomorphic animals in my home doesn't mean you're strange. We're just from different places.

Thanks. It’s just that, on the train, some people got weirded out by the fact that I’m...like this. Not everyone, but enough to weird me out. The fact that I got a cat near the beginning-that wasn’t like one from my world-just made things weirder on my end.

So, thanks for not thinking I’m a freak or anything. I appreciate it.

[He really means that.]

[look, Osomatsu may freak out at various things, but he's seen a lot of people, from a lot of different worlds. so... King is now someone he's used to. he's totally cool with him. as long as he doesn't hurt anyone]

You're welcome! If anyone thinks you're weird or hassles you, though, I'll set 'em straight.

[And King...he’s having to get used to being around mostly humans, recently, so it’s nice that most of them have treated him well, rather than think he’s weird-heck, even the one’s that do think that at first seem to quickly think otherwise. He appreciates everyone, Osomatsu included.]

Thanks. Not sure if that’ll be a problem, though. Most everyone here seems fine with me, too.

[He’s pretty sure their hosts are the exception, but their opinion doesn’t really matter, does it?]

[it sure doesn't!]

Oh, good. I know we don't all get along... but maybe if we try, we can figure out how to get outta here.

Yeah, and even if not everyone here likes each other, [Not naming names] I think everyone agrees that we should try to get out of here alright for the most part.

[It’s not all that likely, but it is a possibility!]

[possibility's all they've got right now...]

Yeah. Who knows. Maybe working toward a common goal will help people... bond.

[he takes a seat on the basketball]

It should. That’s usually how it goes.

[If these incidents have taught him anything, that much should be true.]