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

[mortyfied]

B-but what about the stuff that comes out of the machine, Rick? I mean - I mean I got a knife in it earlier today, who's to say we won't find the right stuff to make a bomb?

[rickdiculous]

...You find any bomb parts and - and you bring 'em to me, alright? Then your grandpa, he'll - he'll make a bomb in his room and we'll let everybody but Dio and Logan out.

[mortyfied]

Shit, for real? [He's not entirely sure if Rick is being serious or not, but god knows Morty is.]

[rickdiculous]

Yeah, you know, i-i-it might be fun. Leave those two alone to have - have sex in the rubble. Or whatever.

[mortyfied]

...w-wait, I like King Logan, Rick. I'm not gonna leave him behind with Dio. [Just gonna try and nip that in the bud before Rick gets anymore ideas]

[rickdiculous]

What the fuck is he even king of, Morty. I-is he the king of...of liking Reaver's ass or something? Christ. Can't fucking stand that guy, Morty, gotta leave him with Dio.

[mortyfied]

Why can't you stand him? He's - he's a nice guy! He gives me a lot of advice and stuff... he even helped me pet a chicken! [Chickens are evil creatures, so truly this is some kind of feat.]

[rickdiculous]

Nope, the guy - guy's clearly awful. Just awful, Morty. It's kind of weird you don't realize it. Like - like 10 bucks says he's gonna be the next person to kill a dude. [He is honestly like close to jumping up and down on the bed at this point.]

[mortyfied]

N-no he's not? King Logan's probably the last person that'd kill someone, Rick.

[His eyes narrow, looking kind of suspicious.]

What, did you fight - get in a fight or something?

[rickdiculous]

Nah, I just - just don't like 'em. Guy gives me the creeps. He's a creepy - creepy king! The creepy king of...of being creepy!

[mortyfied]

You're -- he's a nice king, Rick! You're just - throwing around accusations!

Why are you trying to make him seem worse than he actually is?