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[CG] seeing and believing :: group ○ Dec 3, 2021 11:08:11 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2021 11:08:11 GMT -5

Players 003, 008, 010, 013, 016:

The second game for you 5 ends at the three minute marker, a spray of blood marking your clear like confetti. You pass by the marksman on your way back to the tower staircases and feel a shiver run down your spine. Two guards escort you as usual, seems you can't even get a bathroom break away from these guys. You descend back to your quarters in single file line, keeping your eyes on your feet to avoid the vertigo.

It seems eerily similar to the first day; that is, however, until your guards seem to leave you.

"Stop," the first one says abruptly, the front of the line nearly running into him. The back guard passes the 5 of you up, you watch as the two guards exchange looks before raising their guns. "Stay here," the second guard commands the group as both suited men leave down a side hallway. Who knows when they'll be back...

this thread is for the first 5 players to complete the second game (mahjong)! players who post multiple times in this thread will receive a permanent advantage in the 3rd game. you are free to stay put or explore the balthazar castle as you wish. the 3rd game will begin on december 17th!

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[CG] seeing and believing :: group ○ Dec 13, 2021 19:42:00 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Dec 13, 2021 19:42:00 GMT -5

The gun fires with death.

A laugh leaves his own lips as he can see the blood dripping from 017. Life draining away at the shot; that cocky attitude leaving nothing more than a rotting corpse behind. All Leo could think of was how exhilarating it was to watch another bite the dust. Clearly, he's got a killer right hook. Bruised knuckles from breaking the guy's nose hadn't saved him. The silly tile game had been too easy and taking out the cocky attitude made him all too pleased. After all, the blood spilled was still by his own hands.

Blood for the blood god.

Uncle Murdoch or 010 as Leo referred to him as seemed to have been cohorts with the guy, but none of that mattered now. Revenge never tastes sweet and Leo wouldn't let some old man try to take him down. Death had already been on the tip of his tongue and the rush of hearing it, seeing it, and being apart of it would be enough. His fingers already ached for the next game to be apart of. The desire to take out everyone else and laugh over their dead bodies. At home, he would have never gotten this. Here, in the capitol, he could experience all of the life draining moments that made him feel alive. All of the blood spilled would come back to him and he loved every single second of it.

"Stop," His eyes look up to see the guards stopping them for a moment. Words forming from behind their masks. "Stay here," They rush off somewhere else and all he has to do is stare openly for a moment. None of them were in sight and soon enough it was just the rest of them. 003. 008. 010. 016. His eyes roam the strange sets of stairs that lead to nowhere and soon enough he finds himself bored in about a second. A new record might he add. Stepping forward, he shrugs his shoulders and looks to the other four.

"Looks like they're gone." A smile pulling on his lips as he stares menacingly at the others. "How about we play a game? Last one to get caught dies next game."

After that, he salutes the group and moves forward with no care in the world.

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Last Edit: Dec 13, 2021 19:42:17 GMT -5 by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom]

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[CG] seeing and believing :: group ○ Dec 15, 2021 10:16:32 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2021 10:16:32 GMT -5

"My word, who designed this hell!"

Dame Olivine had never been so frustrated at a Snow-forsaken Gala since she complimented Topaz Ross on her showmance play and got red wine thrown at her. Red! The gall, that Moreau gown never cleaned right - she had to donate it to some four-quarter clothing drive. That was somewhere thirty years ago, and this... nonsensical staircase derived from a lunatic easily takes the cake.

Her bloody guard abandoned her mid-chaperon - abandoned! Can you believe it, this Slaughter girl better had prepared her olive tray or there is simply no redemption after this. Olivine had paced up and down, left to right, some how found herself hanging upside down over a statue garden and she still hadn't found her way to the loo. "Oh, now this is getting ridiculous," she shouts to herself, voice clearing over this terrible tower and echoing to itself.

As she continued, she powdered her nose and fought the urge to cry. That was, until she heard an ushered group speaking down a hall and into another spiraling staircase. She wonders who even had the time to build so many useless steps as she hurries to the sound of hope. "Hello? She rings out, "hello!! Is anyone there!" Olivine has to hold her hair in place as she frantically searches for someone who might know how to get... well, anywhere but here.

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