Week 3.

[trustmods]

WEEK 3 Two more people are dead. Byakuren Hijiri has been murdered and Undyne has been executed. That brings us up to four deaths and twenty-five remaining Participants. You're doing well. Take all of Saturday to rest and sleep. You've earned it. On Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. With no more bodies to be discovered, it seems you're safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've remembered something else. Or was that another really bizarre dream? Like last week, there's a new floor to explore. A reward for your efforts, of course. There's something else new, however, and as you approach the foyer you might hear the beautiful sound of... chickens? Chickens. Those are definitely chickens. It looks like Tabby's petition has worked, you have chosen chickens. Perhaps even more important are the rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[blazeit]

You know, keeping a pet crocodile should sound like all sorts of fucking weird and stupid and yet right now I'm like. Eh. Yeah. I can believe that.

... This place has already fucked me up permanently, apparently.

[ninehundredlives]

That's not surprising.

If pet crocodiles are the worst thing to come out of it, you're really getting off easy.

[blazeit]

Nah, the other bullshit makes a pet crocodile seem like a total drop of water in the ocean of fuckery we've found ourselves in the middle of.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe he expects us to start murdering each other over chickens now.

[blazeit]

"Kill somebody or the chickens fucking get it"... You know, that's actually probably a better incentive than last week's in some ways.

[ninehundredlives]

I know it's possible that he could have done that. I just really don't think he ever would.

[blazeit]

Yeah, I feel like he has some standards. Bringing in the lives of a bunch of animals that have nothing to do with this would just be way too shitty.

[ninehundredlives]

It's too petty. He wants to set himself up as some kind of god - saying he can give us life, or whatever else he feels like.

[blazeit]

It's not just that, it's that he's so fucking... dispassionate about it. Like we're just specimens to be observed or something. Pisses me the hell off, seriously.

[ninehundredlives]

Probably thinks he's some sort of academic doing a social experiment. That arrogant bastard...

[Still doesn't really explain the chicken thing, but hey]

I wonder how long it took him to get hold of all of this? I'd think it'd be easier to restock some nails than to get us chickens.

[blazeit]

Yeah, it's really weird how inconsistent these things are, isn't it? ... I dunno, since all of us are from so many places, I guess we have no idea what just outside this damn prison looks like.

[ninehundredlives]

True. We can't even say what planet it's on, apparently.

Though it must have normal Earth chickens around.

[blazeit]

Maybe chickens are just some kinda universal constant. I think most of us are from Earth, though, even if they're weird, kinda fucked up versions of Earth.

[ninehundredlives]

I've never heard of half the things you all talk about. With superheroes and all that.

[blazeit]

... Okay, I guess superheroes is kind of a recent thing, relatively speaking. Maybe that'll be a thing a few generations for you guys.

Still, that kind of world sounds kinda... you know... boring.

[ninehundredlives]

Exciting things happen sometimes.

They're just not always pleasant.

[blazeit]

... Well yeah. I think that's definitely a universal constant.

[ Kinda like how murders can be exciting. But extraordinarily unpleasant. ]

[ninehundredlives]

I'm sure fun, interesting things happen to some people.

[blazeit]

Just not a bunch of unfortunate fucks like us, I guess.

[ninehundredlives]

Nooooooo, no. My luck's always been like this.

[blazeit]

I always thought mine was okay to above average.... I guess I gotta reassess that now, though.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe you were saving up your bad luck for one really terrible thing.

[blazeit]

Well hey, that just means when we get outta this shithole, I'll have used up all my unluckiness.

[ That's... kind of optimistic, right? itriedgoldstar.jpg ]

[ninehundredlives]

...sure. That makes sense.