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

[anonnomnomnom]

Well, games like this aren't exactly new where I come from, and I don't think they're really new to the Foundation either. They're a really interesting bunch in their own way, but working with them is such a drag right now.

[Anon is this really the time to be gossiping about coworkers. Lordt. He'll pause, momentarily distracted with chasing a plate going down the table, because I assume other people are eating. Or maybe he's the only one eating.

Either way--]

It sounds like the other Witch we're working with is also a real killjoy, huh?

[lutea]

[Her face...hardens a little, at that.]

They certainly are.

[anonnomnomnom]

[He cocks his head but doesn't remark on her change of expression. After all, that's one of the faces you're supposed to make at your opponents.]

So, if they picked all of us, and we're all from the Foundation, then are they one of the Foundation's lackeys, too?

[lutea]

Definitely not. Both of us...we're outside of what you might consider 'the world.' It was inevitable that your world was picked, and yet....it was not on purpose by either of us. It merely met the qualifications my opponent put forth.

[anonnomnomnom]

[He suddenly bursts into laughter. It might seem like he changed moods on a dime here, but honestly--]

So... I went from one world, to another, and then the Foundation took me from that world, and then you took us from the Foundation's world, and--

[It's enough to drive a regular guy bonkers?? It's a good thing he's used to crazy bullshit, y'all.]

The universe really is a big place, isn't it?

[He's like, wiping tears of laughter, is it really that funny.]

[lutea]

[She smiles, gently.]

It is, indeed. Even in the world you were in, there are worlds under you that you can only ever glimpse momentarily into. Your entire body is akin to a universe itself - and yet, you will never learn of the stories that go on inside of you.

[anonnomnomnom]

That just means I need to work harder, look around more, and never stop moving! Once you stop moving, you lose.

[He doesn't specify what or who loses at this point, because that's not important right now! The tone is mostly thoughtful, but also fired up? It's like a shounen speech but spoken while eating potatoes and contemplating death games. Which really just makes it an even more shounen speech.]

Besides, I think I usually have a pretty good idea what's going on inside me. More than most people? That's a mystery here too, though.

[lutea]

Perhaps. But there is an entire world inside a single drop of water, yet you would never be able to see it with your naked eyes. That is what I was trying to say.

[ANON PLEASE, LET HER BE VAGUE AND MYSTICAL AT YOU]

[anonnomnomnom]

So... none of us will ever be able to know everything. Something like that?

[He's very bad at vague and mystical, please leave a message after the beep.]