trustfell | Welcome.

Rise and shine.

There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long.

You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing.

It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though.

Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy.

You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people by now, and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now.

Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're not getting out of here anytime soon.

The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that.

Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here.

So relax and get to know your fellow Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There is no guarantee that any of us are going to die here, much less that you will be the first.

Maybe not the first. But that's why we've been brought here to begin with - I doubt we can get out before it happens.

We will have to see. I certainly don't intend on killing anyone, and I will help protect the others here too.

[Well. As much as he can. He is a bean pole after all.]

That's...good to know.

[She's not sure how that'll work out, but it's a nice idea.]

Of course I'm not going to kill anyone, either.

[He nods.]

And I imagine most of the others will be as reasonable about that as well.

[He has some doubts about at least a couple people, though.]

..."most" being the important part.

[She hasn't really met everyone, but just from the profiles some of them seem like real dicks.]

And if those of us who are reasonable stay together, then we will be able to look out for each other.

That's a nice thought...but we hardly know each other. Do you think you can really be so sure about people?

I think the real question here is, do any of us have a choice?

A choice about murder? Or about trusting each other at random?

The trust part. We absolutely do have a choice about the murder part.

We have a choice about whether or not we'll attempt murder. Not whether or not it will happen.

Welcome.

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