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]

[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]