WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3



[The week begins as last week began. But there's is a great difference-murder. It has happened. Blood has been drawn; it cannot be undone. The Game has made itself known. The Game is paramount. The Game simply is.

As morning dawns, those who were not present with the DEAD lock will find that the doors that were locked are now gone-and a whole new area has finally opened up to them. They will also find that they remember something they had not been able to recall beforehand. The question is, was it worth it?

And-is it you, or is the ship getting...colder as the hours go by? No, it's not just you. By the end of Sunday, the ship has started to dip into freezing temperatures. It might be difficult for people to bundle up-unless you're Brain, who will find his closet inundated with winter clothing that fit him perfectly.

Yup. This is going to be a long week, as if last week wasn't bad enough.



There are currently 16 strangers in this place.]

Comments

[valkavian]

Ah, yeah, this place might be the outback steakhouse of murder games.

[ No rules, just murder. ]

[superstylishsquid]

So far, they've stuck to their stated rules...except for the Gimme getting away with killing Keith last week. The rules do say he's not supposed to kill anyone, but that might have been added in after he got carried away.

[valkavian]

So you're saying he's like a toddler flipping the table over because he doesn't understand how checkers works.

[superstylishsquid]

I think it's more like he thought cutting off a thief's hand was too mild a punishment.

[valkavian]

In his defense, some of us can just grow another one.

[superstylishsquid]

Not right now, I'm pretty sure. My injuries have been healing at a glacial pace.

[...A human pace. He means a human pace.]

1/2

[valkavian]

I shouldn't have cut my arm.

[valkavian]

Ah, what the hell.