WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[You now know why you're here, Titled. The question now is, is there a way to get out of here without invoking the rules? What will those who brought you here do to get you to kill?

Time will tell.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Boom. Boom. BOOM.

Yup, those sure are footsteps approaching you, Britt. And as the sound gets closer, Britt can...just make out a very large silhouette starting to approach where the barrier is, on the outside. Large as in at least 10 foot tall.

And - as it gets even closer - it looks just as wide. Whatever it is, it abruptly stops at the barrier.]

[thegreenhornet]

Oh shit!

[Now that's pretty large. Britt swallows, rather nervous, but doesn't flee. May as well go all in. He gets to the barrier and tries to get the thing's attention, preparing himself to leap out of the way, just in case]

Hey, open up! This thing is closed!

[strangerpeople]

[The giant thing's...head? It has to be the head...it starts to move down with a whirring sound, as if to look at the puny human before it.

And, indeed, it opens its eyes, revealing a pair of glowing yellow hate-orbs staring right down at the Needed.

Those eyes don't stop staring, even as the massive shadow begins to casually step through the barrier as if it wasn't even there, and approach Britt.

Oh, shit, indeed.]

[thegreenhornet]

[Once again Britt got into a situation he could have avoided. Who'd have thunk it.

But yeah, it's too late to run away, as far as he's concerned. He didn't expect that thing to pass through the barrier, he thought he'd break it, so when it starts crossing he yelps and runs some distance away, readying the energy sword he now can use. One hit and then a short recharge time, huh...]

Stay away, I'm warning you!

[He even swats the air with the sword]

[strangerpeople]

[The thing stops, not at Britt's threat, but at the pile of fruits that Britt had tossed at the barrier. Slowly, it picks up a tomato.]

. . .

[Its impossible to make out exactly what it is, but one thing Britt can make out is that its ears are on top of its head. Large, triangular ears that swivel towards Britt as he shouts.]

. . . . . .

[Hate orbs are back on Britt as he swings the sword. Slowly, it shakes its head, still somehow staring at Britt.

Don't do it, Britt, whatever you're thinking.

Don't try it.]

[thegreenhornet]

[The moment the thing picks up the tomato, Britt stops, eyes going from the tomato and the thing's head. What are you planning...?

At least Britt isn't approaching to hit anything, that may be good]

[strangerpeople]

. . .

[Slowly, the creature takes its massive arm holding the tomato, and, eyes still on him, with a surprisingly swift movement....

throws the tomato at Britt's head.

Yup.]

[thegreenhornet]

[Britt ducks to dodge the tomato. This is not what one would expect from something as large as that. Throwing groceries? Hah! Well it could be worse, he thinks]

Stop that! That was my tomato! Those are my groceries!

[That's not what's important here, Britt. And can you stop gesturing with the sword like that, it's not intimidating at all]

[strangerpeople]

[Oh, they're yours are they?

Well.

Have them all thrown at you then, Britt! In rapid-fire succession.]

[thegreenhornet]

[This is not how he wanted to spend his day, getting pelted with groceries. He instinctively raises his arms to protect his face and head, one of the fruits hitting the sword. It's gone.

Welp.

And the rest of the groceries come, forcing him to back off a little more while he tries to make the sword again. Five seconds timeout is way too long in a moment like this, he feels!]

Okay, okay, fine! I'm not hitting the barrier again, geez!

[strangerpeople]

[G l a r e.

After a Moment, it’s head seems to nod, and it turns and passes through the barrier, walking away with booming steps.

Serves you right for wasting food, Needed.]

[thegreenhornet]

...I hate this place so much.

[Everything sucks. But at least the thing is gone. That's enough excitement for now]