DEAD 04

[thecomputer]

[Welcome, Anthy, Sakura and Simon!]

[You regain consciousness in a waiting room of some sort. Something is clearly odd - your entire body is slightly transparent, and everything you were carrying with you aside from your clothes is gone. On the plus side, you seem to be impervious to all harm.]

[There is an end table with two stacks of papers. One is a large area to write in (there is a small assortment of pens next to this), and the other all bear the same message:]

Congratulations! You have died.

Please wait in this area until such time as the exercise is terminated. At that time, you will be transferred to your appropriate afterlife. If you were assigned a Communist role, rest easy knowing that any ultimatum given as part of your motivation was false.

If you have any questions, please shout them into the air, and a representative will get back to you within 5-100,000 business days. If you have any final messages for the living, please write them on form B and submit it into the slot in the south wall. Delivery is not guaranteed.

[Sure enough, there’s a slot. In addition, a hallway connects this room with a much larger room, not unlike a movie theatre. A large screen on the far wall shows various events back in the facility as they unfold in real time. A side alcove provides slightly transparent popcorn and a water cooler, although hunger, thirst and exhaustion don’t seem to exist here.]

Comments

[ossifragant]

[Greed would be fascinated if nothing else.]

We'll find out soon enough.

[murimurimuri]

Yeah.

[And he's quiet until they do find out, at which point...]

The hell?

[ossifragant]

[Well, that....]

An imposter?

[murimurimuri]

Just when you think you've hit the last plot twist, something else crazy happens!

[ossifragant]

I thought there was something weird about him, but that's a little much.

[murimurimuri]

Is that a grappling hook?

[ossifragant]

[How did Friend Computer not notice all of these weapons?!]

Who the hell is this guy?

[murimurimuri]

I don't know, but he sure knew about me.

[ossifragant]

I wonder if that was because of Fulbright or his own research.

[....]

As tempting as it would be, don't clock him in the head when he wakes up here. He won't feel a thing.

[Because cautioning against violence because it won't actually harm someone is a thing people do, right?]

[murimurimuri]

[Who knows? But the warning is appreciated in exactly the way it was intended.]

I just assumed he'd heard the gossip from the detective who took me in... for crying out loud, did I attract another assassin?

[ossifragant]

...you've had a problem with assassins before?

[That's a pretty specific thing to have happen more than once.]

[murimurimuri]

Sort of, I mean only one of them was what you would call a problem—

[He lets out a sudden yelp.]

He shot him!

[absolutejustice]

What was the point of that? His sentence had already been passed down.

[murimurimuri]

If I had to guess, I'd say it's because he's a dick.

[ossifragant]

[That... isn't good.]

I thought people couldn't bring weapons into the chamber?!

[But there's no way this will actually kill Yomiel, right? It was outside of the rules. As suicidal as the guy has been acting it won't stick.]