ROUND 3 INTRO LOG

[foundationmods]

Welcome to The Island. The Witch extends her greetings to you on this fine day, and is pleased to finally begin the game. Please, take a seat.

Though this game may be more difficult than originally expected, there are high hopes placed upon you. Fight well against what awaits you in order to reach a truly sparkling end.

The difficulty level is challenging, but also depends on you. Think deeply on your moves as you play.

You wake with a start - even if you don't remember falling asleep in the first place - and find yourself standing on the dock of what looks like an island. There's a noise behind you - and if you turn to look, you'll see a plain white boat taking off and leaving you all behind, not stopping for a second if you try to flag them down or scream at them.

It doesn't look like you can swim to shore, either - there's nothing but sea in all directions, and something tells you trying to swim out will end up badly. However, a small dip, if you were so inclined, would be fine. It's not like the weather is bad for it - it feels like it's summer, despite it having been firmly springish at the Foundation.

...Speaking of, what happened? The last thing you remember is being...wherever you were, and then seeing a yellow bird come towards you. Perhaps it was in the corner of your eye, or landed on your shoulder...regardless, all of you saw the bird before you were whisked away to this strange island.

Is it a new SCP? Something like this isn't outside the realm of their abilities, after all.

And there's something else. Your abilities are blocked, beyond those natural to your body. Try as you might, you just can't use any of your more supernatural or superhuman skills - though all of your physical abilities are intact, of course.

There is also a...letter? on your person, as if it was there all along - in your pocket or in your hand. It is...a remarkably plain envelope, and even the letter itself is plain parchment.

It reads:

'To the players in this game,

First and foremost, let me begin with an apology: for many of you, this is not a good time to bring you here, and forcing you to play in this game instead of asking nicely is quite rude of me. For that, you have my apologies.

However, as you will soon find out, this game is quite necessary. I hand-picked all of you because I felt you were the best for this task, strange circumstances notwithstanding, and I am sure you will excel beyond even my expectations. Please give me some consideration and play this game to your best efforts. Success will be greatly rewarded.

I will be watching, and I will intervene if needed. But I think all of you are up to this task. I am in your debt for this.

- The Witch of ██████████'

...hm.

If you decide to head up the path, you'll find Goat....men? waiting for you near the doors to the mansion. Despite their bright red eyes, they merely bow politely and wordlessly bring you into the mansion, showing you your rooms and then stating that they will prepare food for you or anything else you should need whenever you want, in surprisingly deep voices.

As they leave, you can't help but wonder...

Where are you now?

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Comments

[fullbodied]

Is it bad that I'm even more worried now that it's probably not a mission? I can't hear Hecate. Which means I can't summon her.

[which means no healing, nor firepower.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Not at all. This is a highly unusual situation... and you are not the only one being handicapped.

[If he wasn't, he would've gone into spirit form to sneak into the manor already]

So we should be cautious.

[fullbodied]

And the letter mentioned a game. Games make me nervous.

[improbablenotimpossible]

And I doubt we're being invited for a nice game of croquet or worse - cricket.

[fullbodied]

[... she gives him a look. Oh my god. that was the most british thing she's ever heard.]

Ruler... That was very, very British. Just so you know.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He laughs]

I mean I am an Englishman after all. But I think whatever game we might be expected to play would be more... sinister in nature.

[fullbodied]

No, I mean, that was really British. Like something out of one of those old Sherlock Holmes specials. You're pretty old fashioned, huh?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He puts a hand to his mouth, stifling a snicker, his green eyes glittering]

I suppose I am.

[fullbodied]

[well, at least he seems in good spirits. That's always a better place to be than the opposite.]

In which case, you'll have to teach me. I tried to pretend to be an English Lady once for this sleazy old man. He bought it, but what happens if the next one's smart?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Oh dear, there never seems to a shortage of those type of men. Perhaps I could assist with feigning a Received Pronunciation.

[fullbodied]

[in her best "american trying to do a british accent accent"] Well, that will certainly help for everyone not Japanese!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Oh dear god, that is actually pretty terrible. Thankfully he managed to keep his face mostly composed after hearing it]

Well, it could use some work.

[fullbodied]

[wait until he sees her acting ability. if there's one thing Ann is not good at... it's acting.]

So you're saying I could improve.

Better than I was expecting!