T̴H͠E̶̡̢ ̴F̶̴Í̸RŞ̴͠T̵͞ ͟I̵N͟͡͝V̕͠ES̶͝T̸IG҉͝A̡͠T̡IO҉̶͢N͏

[strangerpeople]

T̷́H̸̀͢E ̵̛F҉ÌRS̷̢̧T̸͜ ͘͜I͠N͞V́E҉S̀͜T͜I͡G̸̶A͏҉T͠I̢̛Ǫ̵N͏͝

[Good morning, Strangers.

How do you all feel today? Sad? Confused? Worried? Well, that's not the Hosts' problem. You guys are the ones being stubborn and obstinate, after all. In any case, it's time for all of you to get up and start moving.

It's Friday. Maybe you'll luck out and everyone's alive. But there's only one way to find out.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[ah, hm. eric inspects this slippery thing for a moment. after a moment, he gives up]

...What the fuck is this?

[any particular patterns to the black and white?]

[strangerpeople]

[The bottom and corner is white, almost akin to a frame. The rest is black.]

[poorlovefool]

[about what size is what's left of the paper? possible to guess at how big it was before?]

[strangerpeople]

[Not very big. It the bottom looks to be four inches wide at best.]

[poorlovefool]

[squint....is this a polaroid????]

[strangerpeople]

[Verrrrry possible, yes.]

[poorlovefool]

[...well it's probably overdeveloped as shit from being in the furnace, but fuck it, gonna look closer at this thing to see if there's anything he can make out.]