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15strangers2020-02-01 11:51 pm
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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.
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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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Totally grinning like the cheshire cat who'd eaten the canary. He loves having the advantage here, which in this case is just the fact he's taller than King is. ]
So I should count myself lucky, right?
[ Chuckling a little, Karma then nodded without so much as a thought while seeming rather happy about how things had turned out. Mostly him reflecting about the fight he'd had with McBurn. ]
Pretty much. Unpredictable fights can be pretty fun, you know.
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[Though the tone in his voice isn't entirely serious, either, and a small smile tugs it's way onto his face.]
Well, I guess I can't blame you for that. You're gonna have trouble with that as time goes on, though.
[With a finite number of people here, eventually he won't have anyone new to fight.]
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It's why I have to take advantage of things while I can. No time like the present.
[ Ugh he hates the fact that tomorrow is friday and someone is going to die, and the cycle will continue for another couple weeks still. The amount of people is going to dwindle and there was nothing he could do to stop it. ]
Doing anything generally unpredictable does tend to be a lot more exciting and fun than doing what people might expect.
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Heh, fair enough.
Yeah, that's true for the most part. Not my kind of thing, but I can see fights getting boring if it's the same thing every time.
[He doesn't even like surprises most of the time and even he can agree that life would be a bit too boring without them.]