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[strangerpeople]

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[The blight is all-consuming.

Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.

A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.

Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.

You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.

But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]


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[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]




[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.

There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.

In the meantime.


There are 11 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[belovedsuffocator]

Someone with more class than you, apparently. You don't see me asking what you are.

[Felicity, that's because you've been surrounded by humans for a while, this should be normal now.]

[poorlovefool]

Well yeah! It's obvious what I am!

[He's walking into a burn here and he has no idea.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Omg...he'll look kind of amused here because wow. ]

[touchsensors]

[does this mean he's walking into a mcburn-lun]

[otherworldlyking]

[ To think that it's taken this long for this pun to be made... ]

[poorlovefool]

[the opportunity has not yet arisen to get a sick burn on stickburn.... I have failed you]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Maybe one day...! ]

[belovedsuffocator]

An annoying man that doesn't know when to shut his mouth?

[Maybe not the best, but certainly a type of burn.]

[poorlovefool]

! You little...

[well actually, she's not that little, is she.]

Oh forget this, you're not even real.

[belovedsuffocator]

[Her response is just. Focusing on his forehead for a second. Before one of her noodle arms pushes him at that point, surprisingly strong for what they are.]

Sure I'm not.

[poorlovefool]

Ow! What the-

[..............]

We're... I'm not dreaming? Seriously?

[belovedsuffocator]

As much I'd like to say that this is all a dream, most people don't die in their dreams.

If it makes you feel better, this is as much of a headache for me as it is you.

[poorlovefool]

Aaah... oh my god...

[He's just going to freak out now. WHAT IS THIS.]