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

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[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

[forcegalactic]

[Weird, he thinks to himself as he pulls back.Because usually they are preachers and preachers on Mars have a 90% chance of ending up as villains.]

Guess that makes you one of the less religious people on your planet.

[oftheland]

Something like that, I guess. I figure if there's any retribution waiting for me at the end of the line, I can deal with it when I get there.

[forcegalactic]

Well, we've been eatin' animals since we first evolved, and I don't think there's ever been any law against that. It's the thirty-first century and we don't really worry much about religion no more.

Actually, some folks do, but it's just like anythin' else: you care about an idea too much, you're gonna cause trouble, which can't be allowed.

[oftheland]

Well, like I said, it's pretty much just... there are rules against needless slaughter, and you need to deal with the remains in a particular way. Obviously, there are going to be people who take that too far, but it's usually not an issue.

And oh, believe me, I know. Don't even ask me about how many times some lunatic's tried to destroy everything based on some bizarre ideology.

[forcegalactic]

Oh, I know how bad that can be. We get mad scientists and science creatures and technology creatures and all sorta aliens comin' over to Mars to take it over or turn it into a giant weapon. It's become an expected thing by now.

[oftheland]

...I guess we don't have quite that sort of thing happening, but I'm glad someone else knows how exhausting it can be.

[forcegalactic]

[sigh] Sure is. At least we got...well, he ain't the Marshal no more, but we got good-hearted fellas like Sparks Nevada to help us out.

...Least, I hope we still do.

[oftheland]

...

Well, it sounds like the kind of thing where you'd figure it out very quickly once you got back...

[forcegalactic]

Yeah. Yeah, that and makin' sure the universe still exists after what Jim did to it.

[oftheland]

...Who is Jim and what did he do to your universe?

[forcegalactic]

Well, it ain't exactly Cactoid Jim - he's the current mayor of Mars. I think. Accordin' to my memory, but my profile states otherwise. [He doesn't know anymore.] It was an alternate version of him from the future where he turned evil and came to the past in our timeline to cause the second Singularity.

...I got pulled in to fight him with three other fellas, but I don't got no idea why Croach considered me to be mighty. We had soldiers and a cyborg, but then me. A former barkeep. Who's greatest quality is a desire for peace. Which helps, somehow. And then Evil Jim killed them all, and I can't remember what happened after that.

[oftheland]

...Oh, I see. That certainly sounds like... something, alright.

[...SOUNDS A LITTLE LIKE BACK HOME, REALLY...]

Though, I have noticed that the people who are most crucial to setting things in order are the last ones you'd actually expect, so who knows.

[forcegalactic]

Yeah, well, what would I do? Yell at Evil Jim to stop and take his trouble elsewhere and hope he doesn't step on me with his giant robot suit?

The other three knew how to fight, Giovanni. They had their own plan, and Evil Jim had all the foresight and future tech to stop every single one of them! The only bein' with the power to match his was standin' aside and not doin' anythin'! How's that supposed to work?!

[But Giovanni will turn out to be correct in that regard...]

[oftheland]

Well, you're probably not dead, so it seems like something or other must've worked out for you. If nothing else, someone could arrive or intervene at the last second, but at present... well, don't give yourself an ulcer worrying about it.

[forcegalactic]

...Well, I guess Sparks Nevada coulda found a way to get to Earth and stop him. He usually does.

[oftheland]

...ah, well, you never know with those hero types. They do have a tendency to be there exactly when you need them, and never a moment sooner.