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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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From you, yeah. There was this little flicker while we were talking a moment before.

Just assumed it was from you.

[ He'll wait for the other to confirm that, but he didn't believe he was wrong. ]

You're right. My power tends to trigger itself with the lights, and I never really bothered learning how to stop it from doing that. Since my wife likes them...

[there's another flutter of sparkles when he mentions her, all around his head]

[ Omg, Eric... ]

Oh yeah? Who's the lucky lady?

Her name's Mira... [but he knows burnie is a trails so] Don't laugh. It has nothing to do with money. She's a really interesting woman. She brightened up my life before I ever got to be like this.

[have I mentioned his sparkles are really bright? It's rather fortunate McBurn already wears sunglasses.

...at least he assumes those are transition lenses.]

Edited (on further inspection are these regular glasses??? wtf is my memory) 2020-02-13 08:21 (UTC)

[ ...Luckily he didn't find it too amusing, so he's spared from a laugh.

Actually, his glasses were...actually absent at the moment, so McBurn had to hold up a hand to filter that brightness. ]

...Maybe that's why you received the power you did.

[ Actually he didn't know but he also didn't care all that much. ]

I wish. Unfortunately it's nothing like that.

[Eric crosses his arms in a bit of a self hug.]

That power used to be a sword, but now it's ... I dunno, part of my body somehow. I don't remember how it was done, all evidence shows it's just something too horrible to remember. Elenwen did it to mantle us with the god-princes, hoping she could kill everyone and make them weaker. Something like that, anyway.

[ ...Well, that wasn't entirely the kind of answer he expected to receive.

At the very least, he seemed to be listening. ]

And why was this "Elenwen" so interested in killing everyone?

She wanted to kill them. The Daedric Princes. Just fusing us with those artifacts of theirs wasn't enough to hurt them, although killing us must have finished it off somehow. I think it was part of how she wanted to unmake reality. And her reason for that... is too full of bullshit to bother with, honestly.

Don't even need to know that in order to figure that sounded like a huge pain in the ass.

[ Just like kill it with fire instead of going through so much tro- oh wait. ]