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thefoundation2019-03-23 11:33 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-03-23 11:33 am
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ROUND 3 INTRO LOG
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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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?
Vote for investigation times for the round
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[She smiles, and then sighs a little.]
Forgive me. This was the best I could do with what was at hand, and while it is borrowed, I like to think it is a respectful homage.
...By the way, the fragment you're talking about has a 1 to 35,502,281,232,348,927,824th chance to be found.
[She said that entire number without pausing for breath, wtf]
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So, you admit you metaphorically 'filed off the serial numbers'? Well, far be it for me to say how to run your game. Don't think I won't use it as an advantage, though.
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I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly. Would you care to repeat that?
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Were you not paying attention? I can review with you later if you find it necessary.
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I was giving you the chance to backtrack out of making me an enemy with your petty, uncalled for insult. Something which you seem set on doing, regardless. But then, who am I to stop you? Very well. We've established it now. Bitter enemies! Until the end.
[pause]
--Well? Do I get to hear a name for this blue-haired young girl who's so intent on trying to spoil my good mood? Let me hear your name. I'd like to personalize this deep-seated animosity I'm feeling toward you at the moment.
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Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before you declare us enemies?
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No such burden falls upon me. It was you who made the declaration when you dared to insult my intellect. I am merely acknowledging it for what it is.
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[Weirdo.]
Minazuki Karen.
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As for myself, I am the Great Detective, Furudo Erika. You will find that when it comes to solving mysteries, I am certainly without peer. How difficult you've made life for yourself, in making an enemy of the most experienced of those gathered here, one who is very intimate with this exact sort of situation... You will earn absolutely zero sympathy from me, Minzauki Karen.
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...I'll try to keep that in mind, Furudo-san. In the meantime, please let me know if you need anything.
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[She lets more venom creep into her tone.]
As of right now, I'll ask just one thing from you. Something which I think we both need.
[Erika leans closer, into her personal space.]
Get lost, you walking piece of human garbage.
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Later. Or have you forgotten that we were in the middle of something?