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thecomputer) wrote2014-11-16 08:11 am
thecomputer) wrote2014-11-16 08:11 am
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DEAD 04
[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.]
[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.]
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The meetings must have been a hell of a party.
With the Hero of Justice routine, he probably elected himself the leader.
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Just the same, he actually sits back and stretches a bit, crossing his arms behind his head; he feels so fucking vindicated right now, Greed, you have no idea.]
He probably got the position just because he's got the strongest personality out of all of them. Newman's a follower, Himemiya and Matou are passive-aggressive but have no actual bite to them. The last one they're looking for is either also a follower, or they're the biggest bastard out of all of them.
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Granted, they'll never know just who the hell fake Fulbright is because he's likely to not say anything to anyone here.]
If I had to guess, I'd say it's another follower. Yomiel indicated that he knew who it was, but he didn't get a chance to name names.
Newman called him a liar, but no one else jumped up to say anything.