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[strangerpeople]

15 STRANGERS TEST DRIVE There are 15 strangers in this place. Someone knows why. And its clear the odds are stacked against you. 1. ARRIVAL You're here, in what can only be described as a primitive bunker. Where are are you? What happened to your powers? Your memories? And who else has been so unlucky as to be brought in with you? And why are the rules so...authoritarian? 2. POWER You have been, er, "blessed" with a power. Its not a power you want or care for, but its yours now. You might want to try an control it, lest you hurt someone else. That is...unless you want to. Just don't blow up any public property while you're at it. 3. HOME Nothing says trapped like being in an underground stone prison. But you're here now. Here with no technology or modern convenience of any kind. How in the world will you fare? Aside from just drinking all the time. That's probably what all the booze in the kitchen is for, after all. 4. ULTIMATUM The Intercessor has announced the motive for the week. Clearly someone has it out for you to kill. How will you react? Will you stand against such an insult and help others to fight the temptation? Or perhaps, you yourself are tempted...? 5. DEATH One of your own has died - been killed. The Inquisition has started. The body lies before you, and now you must discern the truth from the clues before you. But can you when you mourn? Or, perhaps you don't mourn the dead. Perhaps you're only playing along because you know more than you let on. 6. TRIAL The Intercessor did warn you that killing is little more than a violent cycle in this game. Now you're here, looking to condemn the responsible killer. If you do, they die. If you don't, you die. Whatever happens, you have to figure out what will happen. And what did happen. But can you? 7. WILDCARD Perhaps you want to do something else other than the above. A different prompt entirely. Perhaps, then, you will.

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[He can't believe this guy fit that many words in while he was swiping, what a pain in the-]

Gah!

[Bone. That's bone. HE JUST TOUCHED A SKELETON, A DEAD THING, OH GOD HE DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH. Eric backs away.]

Why?!

[defriendestration]

I DON'T KNOW WHY, HUMAN!

IT'S NOT FAIR, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO DOING FUN HOLOGRAM-Y THINGS, TOO!

[Its clear that the human's disappointed, too! That look of horror can only come from someone who wished The Great Papyrus would bust out a magical strobe effect that spelled out his name - but, alas, cannot now!]

[poorlovefool]

Um. Right. That's definitely what I meant.

[He's just. Just going to pretend he didn't just do that, and tuck his hands back where they were for comfort. That felt so realistic. Even if he's a robot or something instead, what is wrong with this place?]

[defriendestration]

I KNOW!

NOW, SINCE I DO NOT HAVE AN AMAZING HOLOGRAM-Y POWER, WHAT POWER DO YOU THINK I MIGHT HAVE? IT'S GONNA BE COOL NO MATTER WHAT, I KNOW THAT MUCH! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[poorlovefool]

Beats the hell out of me. Maybe your head will catch fire and you'll get a motorcycle.

[defriendestration]

WHAT!? MY HEAD MIGHT GO ON FIRE!? AND I GET A MOTORCYCLE!?




...

HUMAN.

THAT WOULD BE.

THE BEST POWER! OH, HOW I CAN IMAGINE IT! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, RIDING A MOTORCYCLE WITH MY HEAD ON FIRE! THAT WOULD BE SO COOL NO ONE COULD RESIST!! MAJESTIC! PROUD! POWERFUL!!

JUST LIKE I AM NOW! BUT ON FIRE.

:3c

[poorlovefool]

Uh... you really like it that much?

[Wow, he's so happy. Maybe he feels a little bad about the fact that it was a sarcastic suggestion?]

[defriendestration]

OF COURSE I DO! WHY WOULDN'T I??

[poorlovefool]

[Because copyright infringement, Papyrus. You don't want to mess with Nic Cage!]

It's just some stupid cliche, that's all.