[CONTINUE + 4] week 1 || act: indict

[foundationmods]

[Saturday dawns, bright and early again. No one comes to the Inn, but you feel compelled to go to the Core anyway.

It's as if you're forced to. As if....it's inescapable. Puppets, forced to dance where their strings lead.

You make the walk past everything, until you are directly in the Core, where some kind of whitish, rainbow-gleaming liquid can be seen below.

In this area, you are led to a wider platform that is still open to the liquid before, with the handrails in place - where there are some seats around, and....surrounded by a sea of entirely gray faces, no Monsters to be seen.

This...for all of you, it is a familiar sight.

It is a trial location.

You are here to find the killer...and convict one of your own, in a murder that makes no sense.

But you have no choice.

You can only forge ahead....and try to find out the truth.]

VICTIM: ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
ACT: VOTE

Comments

[soupervillain]

I beg your pardon! I absolutely would not do that! Because his name's Little Gio, geez!!

[lovecolored]

"His"...sorry, I didn't know your dick had a life of its own.

[soupervillain]

Most of 'em do!

[ Random boners: fun for literally everyone. ]

[oceanicbutterfly]

You two...

[soupervillain]

I know, I know. Save the dick talk till after we solve the heinous murder of our friend.

[oceanicbutterfly]

I was thinking more along the lines of "save it until I don't have to hear it."

[lovecolored]

Ah...I became the beast I tried to slay...what a shame, ze.

[oceanicbutterfly]

"He who fights monsters," as they say.

[lovecolored]

Theoretically, then, your dick could pick up a knife and commit this whole murder.

[homeecspacecop]

Gross.

[soupervillain]

...Oh my god, that would be awesome.

I mean, not the murdering part. That would be. Bad. But the rest.