Week 4

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It finally happened. Someone murdered, and was punished for it. After a particularly grueling trial, one much worse than the games ever were, everyone definitely needed the rest of the weekend to rest up. But now it is Monday once more, and that means it is time to get back to 'work'.

The cameras have moved again, and the contestants will need to be careful where they say what until their new locations have been revealed. In addition to that, the house itself seems to have changed, with its usual colorful appearance suddenly a bit more grey. Even the weather seems to be gloomy, with those storm clouds from last week starting to overcast the area, threatening to drop rain.

Seventeen contestants remain in this game of death. How many more will fall before the game is over? And how many more will be driven to murder?


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[failsaw]

What the fuck do you want, spikes? [It takes a little bit, but the hollering summons Giriko eventually. She looks annoyed. You interrupted her busy schedule of sleeping by the pool and digging through the kitchen cabinets to see if the House decided to send them booze today.]

[iblistriggered]

[Silver points to the box]

I got something of yours! It's a damn body!! WHY the heck is the house giving you a corpse?!

[failsaw]

What the fuck are you talking about? [Giriko strides over, yanks the ribbon off, and opens the lid of the box.]

... well that's fuckin' useless, isn't it?

[The corpse does look a lot like Giriko, in a "maybe this was her older brother" sort of way.]

[iblistriggered]

Who is this guy?! Why is this a thing?!

[at least he seems more.... flabbergasted and less traumatized???]

[failsaw]

He ain't anybody anymore, obviously. [At least the corpse isn't actually decomposing? It's just. A corpse.]

And why the fuck are you asking me about the bullshit this place gets up to?

[iblistriggered]

That isn't what I meant, and you know it.

[he huffs. But he knows better than to try and argue with her]

Well, usually, the stuff that comes in these white boxes is stuff that belongs to people! Like my Switch, or personal clothes, or whatever...!

[failsaw]

What, you can't see the fuckin' resemblance? [She says, with a little bit of an annoyed grimace as she considers how to pick up the box. She's in great shape now, but her last body was a lot heavier than she is now, a solid wall of muscle, and she's not looking forward to carrying it back to the purple room.]

[iblistriggered]

Resemblance? [he had looked at the face, but...] What, is it... like... your brother, or something?

[failsaw]

...

Yeah. Somethin' like that. [The topic hasn't come up yet, so she'll wait.]

You got any more stupid questions for me?

[iblistriggered]

[he sighs]

I don't think this is a stupid question, but.... What are you gonna do with it?

im so sorry

[failsaw]

[Considers the corpse. Considers the hedgehog. Considers some kind of boring lie. Considers a variety of answers.

Considers the most shocking possible thing she could say.]

Fuck it, probably. Why? You wanna watch?

[iblistriggered]

[Silver turns a little green around the gills....

then puts his hands on his head and just yells again]

AUAUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

[failsaw]

[Just. Cackling.]

[iblistriggered]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

[Silver levitates the box. While screaming. And floats with it down the hallway. Still screaming]

--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

[yeets it into purple room]

--AAAHHHHHH.

[slams the door]