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thefoundation2019-07-14 10:01 pm
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Week 4
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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Navigation | Dazai's PCs | Locations | confessions camera | PC post | IC rules
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?
Navigation | Dazai's PCs | Locations | confessions camera | PC post | IC rules

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Yeah. Somethin' like that. [The topic hasn't come up yet, so she'll wait.]
You got any more stupid questions for me?
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I don't think this is a stupid question, but.... What are you gonna do with it?
im so sorry
Considers the most shocking possible thing she could say.]
Fuck it, probably. Why? You wanna watch?
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then puts his hands on his head and just yells again]
AUAUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.
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[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]