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thefoundation2020-05-02 04:02 am
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RECORDING 9: THE THIRD TRIAL.

The worst has happened... and now you're all here, in the living room where all the trials so far have taken place. As all of you enter, the Vessel is there - Jack, looking expectant and as militaristic as ever.
On one of the tables away from the center is a small enclosed box entitled 'VOTES', with slips of paper nearby and a pen. It's sufficiently away from what will be the 'main' action, but not enough to really give anyone complete privacy as they vote.
Once everyone is inside, the doors automatically shut and lock themselves, leaving you trapped in here with the Vessel...and each other.
One of you is a murderer...however, in this game, the guilty do not need to be voted out. As long as there are enough people voted out that matches the victims...then it will be accepted.
...But, can you really let someone get away with murder...?
The choice is up to you.
But this time...potentially, someone innocent...must die as well.
PEOPLE TO VOTE OUT: 2
WEEK 3 VOTING

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[ Actually, he'll get up and get a little more in Jack's face. ]
And nothing is just what the pain of your death is going to be, compared to what I'll put you through once we're connected.
[ HE'S. MAYBE KIND OF MAD HAKU IS DEAD, YES. ]
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[ and he's not backing down, just staring him right in the face ]
Heh, keep dreaming, soldier. I'll be sure to put you in place soon enough.
You and your broken tool.
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Uh. Someone might want to interrupt this quickly. ]
Interrupting Teenager
[a sudden bolt of lightning streaks out aiming to hit Zabuza in the back, with enough voltage that it should stun the man if it connects]
You will not die this like!
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So there's just. A CLANK. As that sword drops. And so does Zabuza.
Making a noise that can only be described as 'furious beast', but hey. He's down. ]
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A shame you didn't get a chance to attack.
Keep in mind who has the real power here.
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[He turns his head away, his hand still crackling with blue-light lightning]
You're not the man you were.
[He turns away, returning to the group, murmuring a small prayer under his breath]
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No, no I'm not.
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...I still have hope something can be done for everyone here, including the ones who had died.
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