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

[comesaround]

Good thing i'm not there, then. Doesn't sound like the kinda thing i'd want to be getting made to do. [ Which he honestly means since he knows enough from what he's seen in movies to know generally what trolls were like. ] Couldn't get away with calling anyone that on the main campus, either. We only started calling her that because she acted like one, more than anything. It just kinda stuck.

[ Hold on a second. Going to just raise an eyebrow at that. ]

That's harsh, isn't it? I'm quite good with studying and putting my best foot forwards. [ A sigh. Normally he tries not to brag or bring up his grades but... well. ] Don't think i'd get to be within the top three students in my school otherwise.