FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[This round really has been different.

The beginning of the week brings memories once more, as everyone finally falls asleep, and soon enough it will become apparent that a new wing has opened up, laying bare the entire mall for the survivors. Still, it is no small comfort. Not when the residents have also been updated, bringing home the very sobering fact that over half of those who arrived here are dead.

There are so few left. The Fabricator has been exposed, and somehow that is hardly a victory. It's clear that whoever is running this intends to hold whatever cards they can until the bitter end. Theirs isn't the first time this Game has been played, after all. They can easily outlast their charges on their home turf.

Yet, there is a strange hope. Maybe there is a way out. The question now is finding it and going on the offensive, before those in charge make their next move. Because they will eventually. There is no doubt. Time is not a luxury the remaining Titled can waste anymore and everyone knows it.

So don't waste it - because the clock is ticking. Prepare yourselves.

There are seven strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[incrediblystressedout]

Er. Right.

[She sighs.]

Loewe, this is a thing that's happening. I promise we're going to plan the crap out of it. Can you just tell us we can count you as part of the plan?

[eyesofdespair]

Fine. But if we don't have an answer to even the simple question of "where are we going to confront the boss?" by the middle of the week, I'm done and will go find her myself. Should be plenty of time if where she is doesn't require violating the rules or being dead to find.

[incrediblystressedout]

You've got my guarantee as a puzzle-solver that we'll figure it out.

[beguiledcard]

I'm sure, at the very least, we'll find some other answers. We're all pretty damn stubborn... and there are new places to search.