A whole week had passed since the beginning of the game, and no participants had killed yet. That’s not to say the week was deathless, though; one Sherlock Holmes had helped his associate Asougi Kazuma breach the game. While Sherlock was killed by the gamerunners as punishment, Kazuma was forced to stay and participate, keeping the number of players unchanged.
After a week of no player kills, the host Persephone messaged everyone, summoning them to her quarters. However, they all notice that Persephone was nowhere to be seen, and the door to her quarters is closed for the first time since they’ve arrived. However, the door next to it -- one that was previously locked, is wide open. The next best option is to take a peek in there, right?
Much like Persephone’s room, the room is scarcely decorated. The thing that sticks out the most to the group are the mirrors that line the back wall and the candles that illuminate the dim room. In the center of the room is Persephone, sitting upon a rug. She seems to be holding something in her hands -- another mirror, perhaps? She looks up from the floor, facing the group before finally speaking.
“I’m glad you found the Scrying room easily enough.” Like always, her voice carries its soft and flat tone. “It’s not far from my quarters, so I knew if I told you to look there, you’d get the right idea.”
Then, she goes silent. The air is tense, at least on her end. Taking a deep breath, she looks away from the crowd of people.
“I hate to do this, but…” Her voice trails off, and her discomfort becomes obvious. “Nobody has killed yet -- and for that I am grateful -- but… I have no choice but to offer… motivation to get the killing game started.”
Red eyes stare down at the mirror in her hands, fingers running over the golden ridges that surround the mirror’s reflective glass.
”This is a fact that I have not publicly shared with you until now, but I have the ability to see the future. I am the one that predicted the rise of Despair and the war against Hope.” It’s a difficult memory for her to look back on, but it’s the truth.
”I will be calling on you, one by one, into this room to show you your future. When you arrive, please tell me which mirror speaks to your heart. You will be able to choose any of the mirrors in this room. Once you have chosen, I will predict what the future holds for you.”
“For some of you, you may find that your future is unsatisfactory. I am willing to tell you the full story -- what brought about this outcome, and how to prevent it if needed. That is a kindness that I will extend to you, in exchange for your participation in this killing game.”
Tearing her eyes away from the mirror in her hands, it’s obvious that she isn’t happy about this. She clears her throat, as if feeling herself choke up, before lowering the mirror in her hands to the ground.
”I will be starting the readings shortly. Please, bear with me and be patient. That is all that I need from you, so you are free to leave.” Standing up, she closes her eyes and motions to the doorway, as if emphasizing her point. ”And if you have any questions, you are free to find me here until the readings have been completed. Have a good evening, and I’m sorry.”
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> Hello, and welcome to DV3’s first motive!
> If you’d like to offer yourself up for this motive’s victim or culprit, please send a DM to the DV3 discord! You will be thrown into the victim/culprit pool if we have other volunteers for your requested role! If there are no volunteers, we will be choosing randomly through rng. Keep an eye out on your dms!
> You will have until 8:00 PST to message the mods if you’re interested in volunteering as a victim or culprit. We will notify the server when the window is about to close, and again once the window has closed.
> If you are chosen as victim or culprit, you will be invited into the murder server. Please keep your participation a secret -- you are not allowed to tell other participants unless absolutely necessary. If you’d like to tell someone, please let us mods know beforehand!
> You are allowed to continue pre-motive threads!
> The SCRYING ROOM and TOMB OF THE HEADLESS KINGS location descriptions have been updated, and are now accessible to the participants.
The Negaiboshi awards ceremony was supposed to be a day of celebrating the school’s academics and attendees. But with thirty-three people disappearing the day before, a threatening cloud hung over it. How do you celebrate a school when its people vanish without a trace?
Some time later (hours? days? weeks?) those thirty-three people awoke in a mysterious temple. A single woman stood at the end of the room, as if she had been waiting for them to regain consciousness.
"It's good to see that you've all awoken safely." Her voice was soft and flat, piercing red eyes focused on the strangers before her. "I'm sure that you all have questions, and I'm happy to answer them for you."
The crowd before her spoke up, expressing confusion and disbelief.
“Where exactly are we?”
“Why were we brought here?”
“Who are you?!”
The woman waited for the murmurs to die down before clearing her throat to speak.
"My name is Persephone, and I will be your host. As for where you are..." She paused, glancing around the room with a sense of familiarity. "This is a temple belonging to Querencia de Sol, which is where I was born and raised. This place -- and especially this room -- is special to me."
Persephone had a serene energy about her, but with a deep exhale she accidentally revealed her nerves. "You have been chosen to participate in a game... A killing game, specifically." Her voice was as flat as ever, not wavering with any type of emotion. "I'm sure you all know what that means. That's why you've been brought here. You are not allowed to leave, either."
She looked past the group, through the corridor, and to the exit of the temple.
"You may try, but surely it will bring death. I do not think that is the 'escape' you are looking for. You have better chances of surviving if you cooperate."
"You will be trapped here until there is a murder. Following the discovery of a body, there will be a trial where you work amongst yourselves to find the culprit. If you are the culprit and you are found out, you will be executed as punishment. However, if you get away with murder..." She averted her eyes, clouding with sadness. "The rest of you will be executed, and the culprit will be free to leave. Those are the rules. The way that you go through with the murder is up to you, as long as someone is murdered."
Everyone gathered here were not at all settled by her explanation, but what could they do in this moment? Persephone was not immediately hostile, and killing her would certainly cause consequences. So, slowly, the crowd exited the room. Might as well explore the place if they’re going to be stuck here a while, right?
Maybe this temple has some hidden secrets of its own.
CHAPTER ONE: START
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> With the start of Chapter One, Despairing Vacation 3 has officially begun! Please throw your confetti now.
> Now that the game has begun, the spectators will be brought together to observe the game. They and their chats will all be held in the dedicated spectator server.
> Remember, the game participants are not aware that their game is being broadcast!
> There has been a new character added to the game: Shadow is now here! Why don’t you talk to them? They weren’t around for the prologue, after all.
> The chatrooms and face to face threading channels are open for business. Go in there and have fun.
> As always, thank you for playing and watching the show. Please enjoy!
Negaiboshi is a school unlike any other. Not only is it the pride of the Dice family, with incredible security and even more fantastic faculty, but it’s beloved by all who attend it, serving as an important part of their community.
And that love for Negaiboshi and its community is clearly displayed at the Sakura Ball, a fantastic night of games, music, and merriment arranged by a Negaiboshi student and her adoptive family.
With such a large event going off without a hitch, it seems that those threats from two weeks ago are indeed nothing but a bluff. And so, with no danger in sight, Negaiboshi prepares to hold its prestigious awards ceremony. The ceremony is a celebration of Negaiboshi’s academics, where the Dice kids themselves name specific people who best represented specific points of the school’s academics.
The day before, though, many people who intended to participate suddenly...disappeared. As if plucked up by ghosts, thirty-three people disappeared from Negaiboshi’s community, with no memory of how they were taken away.
Where are those people now?
Let’s find out.
PROLOGUE: END
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> Welcome to the end of the prologue! Now that all participating characters have been removed from Negaiboshi, the start of Chapter 1 will be posted later today.
> Spectators and players will still share the main server for OOC interactions, but all IC interactions for spectator characters must now take place in the dedicated spectator server. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty to keep you entertained there!
The Dice siblings - Ace, Jack, and Queenie did everything that they could to ensure Negaiboshi’s safety. This was their biggest priority when first opening the school, besides keeping their late mother’s dreams alive and finally allowing them to happen. The school has been open for just a few months, now - and is almost finished with its first semester. It’s clear that even if you aren’t part of the faculty, or part of the student body, that Negaiboshi’s had a lot of thought and love put into it.
It’s clear that the headmasters all care for this school greatly.
When the vague threats of something happening happened just a few weeks ago - everyone received a warning that something terrible would happen, in just about two weeks.
It’s been just a little over two weeks since those initial messages were first made… yet, nothing’s happened.
Could those threats have just been that? A threat, with nobody to follow up on it?
It’s hard to tell, really. But since there hasn’t been a follow up to the threats, the school’s campus is now open to the public again - even with heavy security to ensure that those who absolutely aren’t allowed on campus don’t come in.
Tensions are high, and people are still scared.
But Negaiboshi is safe, is it not? Ace Dice promised that everyone would be kept safe, and he doesn’t intend on breaking that promise anytime soon, if he can help it. This school means everything to him - it means everything to Queenie, and to Jack - and to everyone staffed at the school.
Hope’s Peak may no longer be a thing, and there may no longer be a thing such as “Ultimate” students anymore. Yet, Negaiboshi promises success for its students, and for it’s staff members, and the Dice kids don’t intend on letting that drop anytime soon.
Things are safe here… aren’t they?
Those threats made a couple weeks ago… they were just that, right? To scare students? To get under the Dice kid’s skins?
Who knows?
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PROLOGUE: START!!
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Hello, everybody! Welcome to the prologue of DV3. With this intro being posted - it’s time to officially state that DV3 is now officially starting.
The prologue will last from March 24 until April 4th. The end of the prologue will be posted the following day, April 5th.
Spectators and main players will be sharing the same server for IC interactions until chapter one. Once chapter one is posted, spectators - and those who have spectator characters, will be linked to a separate spectators server, where all interactions between spectator characters will take place.
NPCs will be available for threading, and will count towards the activity check.
Speaking of activity check - due to this being the prologue and to allow people to get a chance to get used to the group, we will be more lax with this activity check. You will not be receiving any warnings about your activity if you may not be as active if you’re a main player.
We will be hosting a member run event during the second half of the prologue, starting on March 29th. More information about the event will be available as the event draws closer!
Be sure to check #channels on the main discord, as they have been updated to include the prologue channels!
FOR MAIN PLAYERS: Although we can not force you to focus a good chunk of your time on playing your main character choice for the killing game, we would prefer if for the prologue, major character interactions you have are with your main character rather than your spectator character, if you are playing a spectator character.
Most importantly - have fun! Please don’t hesitate to reach out to the mod team if you have any questions about anything. We’re all here to help!
| but you just won’t quit long enough for you to get out of it
And with the snappy finish of Two’s execution, the Killing Game came to a sudden end. The bracelets on everyone’s wrists, having threatened them with demise for months, unclapsed and dropped to the floor. Willie Disney, pseudo-mastermind and bastard extraordinaire, had utterly vanished, disappearing during the spectacle of Two’s execution.
Oswald Disney and Aster Sedona, Future Foundation authorities who had been developing a rescue plan, finally entered the building, just minutes too late to catch Willie. Still, there were people from outside among the survivors. There was an outside to return to. For the ten participants remaining, that was the relief they’d been waiting months for.
And so, Oswald and Aster led the survivors out of the building, with a small crowd of Foundation members and loved ones waiting to receive them, and help them all heal and share in their grief.
Willie was once again gone; twenty-three Foundation members had been slain; the Foundation and its building were both shattered; the scourge of Despair still racked the world.
There was work to be done. So, so much work to be done. But for the survivors of the Future Foundation Killing Game, that would come later.
“If Willie hadn’t interrupted, I would’ve been happy to go through my own game, my own way. I chose to do what I’ve done.”
Thus spoke Two T. Trevor, back from the dead and exposed as the Killing Game’s Mastermind. Two had miraculously returned from their “death” in the infirmary, appearing before everyone after the last trial, but now it seemed they were fated to go right back to the underworld.
At least they might be reunited with their boyfriend Iah. Poor, poor Iah, lifeless body on the floor of the trial room, a hole in their cybernetic chest torn through by Willie. Willie, the rat, the mouse, the elder Disney brother, the conniving bastard that had engineered the NG Code Game along with Amelia, the usurper that had meddled with Two’s game since the very beginning. And now, he had taken the only thing Two had left.
Living a life that had been forced upon them in every respect, with no hope of forging a life they could call their own, Two had crafted this Killing Game as a way to get some control over their own destiny, to get some retribution on those who had barred Two off from even a chance at something different.
And of course Willie Disney himself had to come in and butcher Two’s hopes of finding control or love. Sure, Two’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—frustration and anger over losing control of their game, grief and shock over losing Iah—but above everything else, Two was just defeated. There were no epic monologues, no teary justifications of their crimes, no gloating about their power. Just a quiet acceptance of the horror they’d committed, the mistakes they’d made, the anger directed at them.
As the voting draws to a close, sealing Two’s fate, the only apology they have to offer is to their sibling One, watching from somewhere outside the game.
A crude pixelated image of Two's face flashes on screens around the podiums, bright and flashing text mocking them all.
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU FOUND THE MASTERMIND!
Tinny fanfare plays from unseen speakers, reminiscent of a certain theme park's welcoming song.
As for the mastermind themself, Two's eyes are blank. They've been aware of this possible outcome since the beginning, dreading its potential and then inevitable approach. Every precaution they took, every hastily formed plan, and every desperate prayer were for nothing.
Honestly, they'd given up a short time ago. Tried to let go, leave as little left unsaid as they could before their time runs out.
They're going to die. They don't even mind the idea now. Without Iah, whose unmoving body still lays on the ground, Two can't imagine wanting to continue.
Willie twirls to face them, a joyous grin on his face as he raises his arms. In response, a pair of chains shoot down from the ceiling and wrap around the unresisting Two. Just as quickly, they retract into the darkness above, and the lights in the trial room extinguish.
When they relight, the stage has been set for all to see.
Bound to a chair with the same chains is Two, surrounded by a semicircle of tall white slabs - possibly plastic, or made of plaster? Another semicircle hangs down from the roof of the structure, and atop the entire thing are two circular eyes, blank and lifeless. Its 'skin' is green and ridged, and the viewers within and out of the Future Foundation building can see its entirety; an oversized crocodile toy, perhaps familiar to someone’s childhood.
A pair of perfectly round ears rises from a puddle of ink on the floor, followed by a dripping, grinning face, and an ink-slick body with a pattern that might remind one of a pair of overalls. The cartoon Willie walks unnaturally, his movements almost dance-like and dizzying to watch as he approaches the wall of teeth encircling Two. With a distorted giggle, he reaches to the top of one tooth, pressing it down until it CLICKS into place. The entire mechanism shudders for a moment and Two clenches their eyes shut, but nothing happens. The mouth stays open.
A screen flickers to life on the wall opposite the contraption, giving the mastermind a clear view of red, orange, and white light. Impossible not to identify, and the burns on their arm ache at the sight of the fire. It hurts even more when they recognize the place where the fire burned. It was a quaint little house at one point, but the skeletons of window-boxes dangle in front of shattered glass while an inferno rages within. All-consuming. A child cries over the roar of flames.
The inky mouse in front of Two raises a hand to his mouth, shoulders shaking in a mimicry of laughter while Two stares past. It’s not polite to ignore your host, Two!
He hits another tooth, a molar this time, and something sharp whizzes past Two’s ear and sticks into the ground next to them. Their mask, strings severed by the blade, falls from their face to reveal their expression, having grown from impassive and resigned into the fear that they deserve to wallow in. Pointed teeth grit together, but Two can’t find any words before the screen changes again.
A decrepit building, far older than their childhood home, with the silhouette of a young boy playing underneath a tree. Another child, a few years older, watches fondly as he runs around. The boy approaches the other child, something grasped in his hands.
The screen cuts to static for a moment, and the sound of glass shattering pierces the air, almost harmonizing with Two’s scream as another knife stabs into their shoulder.
When the picture clears, the child on-screen stares at the boy’s severed silhouette, a round object lying by their feet while the rest of him is still over by the tree.
One reminder after another. All of their losses, all of their failures. Everything that they’ve cherished and had torn away is displayed in front of their eyes.
Willie’s cartoon mascot drinks in every cry of anguish and despair, and continues the game. More knives slice into Two’s body as more teeth are pressed down by the mocking rat. The game is supposed to end when he presses the wrong tooth, but Willie seems to know exactly which to hit in order to keep the game going, to draw out Two’s pain as long as he wants.
More scenes play out as their injuries add up. More fires. Each one is burnt into Two’s memory as clearly as if they’d just happened.
Tires screeching and metal collapsing, crashing, twisting into itself.
Frantic footsteps, the attempted slam of a door- a whispered ”please.”
Scene after scene. Nothing good can last forever. Neither will anything bad. All things come to an end.
Another tooth is pressed down, and the view on the screens changes once more. It's sickeningly similar to the scene Two just saw play out just a short while ago right in front of them, but a few key details differ. Rather than on the dark tile floor of the trial room, the body lies somewhere that the alumni of Hope's Peak can recognize as the academy grounds.
There's still a ghastly hole in Iah's chest on-screen, but instead of exposing wires and metal as they’d just seen, he's covered in blood. The video shows Iah's panicked, confused, human expression as he attempts to gasp for air. The shadow of a figure leans over him at the same moment a laugh echoes through the room; whether it comes from the video or from the man approaching the contraption is hard to tell.
Two looks up through the blood and tears in their eyes, their exposed mouth twisted into a pained, hateful scowl. Willie himself smiles again as he sets a hand on the last tooth left standing in the crocodile’s mouth. He opens his mouth to speak, but whatever words he says are drowned out by a cacophony of noise and light.
The last piece of the 'game' is pushed in.
The video screens flash to white.
An assortment of blades - longer and sharper than those before - extend from the roof of the crocodile’s mouth.
Willie's hand is withdrawn in an instant, and the mouth shuts just as quickly.
The crocodile’s cartoon eyes shine blankly and cheerfully as always and blood begins to seep from its mouth, pouring down its jaws to spill onto the surrounding floor.
fear will be your enemy, and death it’s consequence.
Amelia Reynolds, the former Ultimate Liar, has been found guilty of killing both Shintaro Kisaragi and Blues, as well as being the NG Code Game’s Mastermind.
It’s a thing that must’ve come as a surprise to some. But it’s fair to say that everyone’s opinions on her are one in the same. Amelia was never somebody to be trusted - and the fact that they all could, despite her title, is astonishing to them all.
Tensions are high within the Future Foundation building. From everything that’s happened in the long, exhausting trial that happened just the previous night, it’s hard to find others out and about- doing their thing like they normally would be.
The building feels as though it’s crumbling in on itself. Too many explosions have happened within the past few weeks- it surprises you that the building is still standing. But, Oswald did pick this building for a reason. Did he not? For it’s sturdiness…
Well, he wasn’t wrong about this place.
Although the Mastermind of the NG Code Game is dead, your bracelets remain on. Your code is still active. You’re tired - you had truly thought that with her death and the discovery of her being the mastermind, they would come off. But they hadn’t - a harsh, yet, cruel reminder, that Willie is the true puppet master behind the game, using Amelia to his advantage. This was, after all, his game.
His game.
HIS game.
…
The foundation is quiet.
13/33 REMAIN.
CHAPTER SEVEN: START!
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Welcome to the seventh, and final chapter of DV 1.5! Time sure does fly, doesn’t it?
The Future Foundation building, on the inside is starting to fall apart. There have been practically two explosions from the inside, it’s no surprise that the building is on its last two legs.
The majority of the third floor, and some of the first floor are messy. The only rooms that can not be accessed are the Recreational room, and the infirmary - all on the third floor.
... Oh, for those still alive - here’s three coins. Congrats on being alive!
NG codes are still activated. Strange, isn’t it?
Much like the last chapter - if you receive a message from the mod account saying you are going to die, you will not be able to skip out of it. Your character’s death has been planned from the very beginning.
The monomachine usage this chapter will be increased from three uses to six, just because we’re on the last chapter. Go hogwild, everyone!
Activity check for chapter six will be happening September 24th, next Thursday. Activity check for chapter five will be done sometime during this week.
You are no longer allowed to create starters for chapter six. The face to face channels, however, will remain open.
This is a reminder that due to Ilan’s top surgery happening in the second half of October, and Ilan needing time to recover from it, that the final trial will not be until sometime Early November. This chapter is going to be lasting for a little over a month- so please be patient with us! Since this chapter is going to last longer than usual - we definitely encourage those who are interested in hosting a real time event to message Willie’s account!
she is good-- but she lies. { EXECUTION: AMELIA REYNOLDS }
she is hard on herself, she is broken - and won’t ask for help.
CW: DROWNING
It’s a sad smile that crosses the liar’s face once all the votes are in. She knew this was to be the result and yet…
Still, she looks at the faces of everyone still in the trial room, lingering on one person in particular more before she speaks.
“This is goodbye then. Perhaps we’ll all meet again, in another life.”
And with that, she takes one last bow, and perhaps herself for whatever is awaiting her.
White, glittering white is what awaits once the scenery has changed.
Amelia blinks, once, twice, three times before looking around, eyes widening in the realization of where she’s been placed in. It’s the sight that’s greeted her so many times in her memories and dreams, the first sight of the ‘real’ world she got to see when she was so young. It’s as she remembers it to be, she’s sitting in the same spot from all those years ago, the same familiar weight of a blanket draped around her shoulders.
It should be comforting and yet it’s… not. Because she knows it’s not real, it’s supposed to be here for a reason, but why, why this of all places?
The warmth from before is gone. The people around still look happy while some still look lonely but… but there’s more to that. She can hear the voices clear this time, unlike before but… but it’s…
“Liar”
“Monster”
“Worthless”
“Traitor”
“A void of nothingness”
All hurtful, all true, all things she’s thought about herself at one point or another, some during this game. She covers her ears with her hands, trying to block them out as best as she can.
But you can’t block out what you’ve always told yourself, you know. And you can’t block out the words from those you’ve heard before.
“You should’ve died instead of Pewter - what have you ever done for anyone??”
“Good. That gives me a little bit of hope.”
“Just because someone lies, it does not mean they’re completely bad.”
“There is still good traits inside, and I can see them.”
“So remember that you have people like that as well, it’s not just reserved for everyone else.”
“When we get out of here, I’d love for you to be there… please.”
Voices of those that she knows, both kind and cruel, it’s-- it’s too much. No matter how much she screws her eyes shut and covers her ears those voices repeat, over and over, ringing in her head.
So she does what she does best and runs, runs away from it. She can’t lie here way out of this, away from this cruel warmth, away from the only thing that’s kept her together since she was young, away into the nearby forest. It’s all she has to run to, ignoring how cold it’s starting to get, even with the blanket around her shoulders still.
After all it’s dangerous to be out while the snow falls. Heavier, pilling up like her lies.
The sight finally clears up, it’s no longer just the darkened forest only lightened by snow, but it’s clear, a frozen lake being the sight that she sees. Covered lightly in snow, but still clear to see what it is. She kneels down in front of it, wiping away some of the snow there to stare back at the ice, her own reflection being casted back at her…
...Along with a hooded figure, standing behind her.
Her breath hitches, she turns around, she can’t see who it is (is it even a person, is there even anything there) but she stares, violet eyes gone wide.
It’s all she can see, no matter where her eyes look, almost as if she’s looking back in a mirror--
--Until she feels a sharp pain right in her side, her own hand going down to where she feels it, only for her hand to come back a bright red.
It was only a matter until she was stained, wasn’t it?
She turns back around to the lake, daring to see what is there, only for the reflection there to not be her own, but one she knows well, all too well, the sight of Willie, as if he’s there to taunt her. To mock her for what she’s done, and how she couldn’t run from it.
She’s such a failure, isn’t she?
And almost as if to answer, the snow started falling even heavier.
It’s a broken sound that works its way from her throat, a broken, wretched and sad sound that comes out. She can barely stand, but still she does, a careful step taken out onto the frozen lake, cracking ever so slightly at her step.
But not enough to break. Thin ice as they say, what she’s been walking on all this time. A thin line divides heaven and hell - a thin line between life and death.
One she’s walked for too long.
Somehow she makes it out to the middle of the lake, her strength is being sapped from her, one step at a time, the ice cracking still as she takes those steps, the snow is still heavy as it falls, and all she can do is fall down onto her knees and then onto her back, snowfall the heavies it’s been, covering her and the lake, the snow being dyed red by her blood.
It’s… comforting in a way. That this is all she’s amounted up to, something as worthless as snow. That this would be her end.
She’s so tired… and so cold.
And so, she accepts it. Lets the cold and snow take her, like it should’ve done oh so long ago, violet eyes finally fluttering shut for the last time.
And finally, the ice that had been slowly cracking finally shatters, and swallows her whole, along with all her lies and her life.
she isn’t perfect, but she tries. { EXECUTION...?: OLIVIA WILSON }
CONTENT WARNING: EXPLOSIONS
"OLIVIA IS THE MASTERMIND OF THE NG CODE GAME!"
No… She’s not. It doesn’t make sense for her to be the mastermind. She’s spent all her time with Percy, making sure that he was okay. Making sure that nothing happened to him, because she wanted to stay alive. She looks towards her peers, all as confused as she is - looking at her in horror, confusion, anger.
“Bullshit. You know that’s bullshit, Willie!” Olivia shouts, but the rat doesn’t listen.
Instead, he laughs, tormenting her. “Oh, but it is! The pink rabbit, the paint, even the photo Amelia found! You’re in that picture- aren’t you? You were in class 65. You were in the drama club. All the clues point to YOU, OLIVIA!”
As Willie laughs, Olivia shakes her head- stomping her foot down to the floor. “I’m being framed!!” She cries- but Willie laughs harder. She steps back from her podium, breath hitched, as Willie wastes no time in pulling out a mallet out of seemingly nowhere (seriously--where does he get this stuff? To be a fuckin’ toon…) and slams it down onto the button that appears in front of him. Again- seemingly, out of nowhere. She is not going to die here.
As Willie slams his mallet down onto the button, Olivia hears the sounds of chains rushing past Willie and coming straight for her. She keeps her eyes on them, frowning - standing her ground, as she uses the back of her hand to punch the chains away from her. Ouch, she thinks to herself, but doesn’t let it get to her. She keeps her focus, as she hears more chains coming straight for her. She feels one touch her ankle, and quickly - Olivia kicks it off. She jumps up onto her podium, fighting off the incoming chains attempting to drag her into a death she doesn’t deserve to be a part of.
She jumps over chains, all coming at her, fighting off chains that threaten to wrap around her wrists, dashing around the trial room in an attempt to throw Willie off as he continues to throw chain, after chain, after chain at her. A small grin forms on her face, as she easily deflects every chain thrown towards her. Her hands hurt, but she still has a ton of fight left in her--
… That is, until she feels something clamp down around her neck, and she hears the click! of a choker locking itself into place around her neck. Olivia’s eyes widen- she just simply did not hear the sound of a chain wrapping itself around her neck until it was too late. She reaches her hands up, grasping the choker shoved around her neck and tries to pry it from her neck, desperately trying to open it--
Until she feels a harsh pull from behind that tugs her away and up off the ground. With a hand clasping the choker, Olivia instinctively reaches her hand towards Percy, and just before she’s pulling into an execution, shouts:
”PERCY!”
She doesn’t have enough time to call out for help, as she’s pulled into her untimely execution - and finds herself thrown into an oddly familiar apartment. The chain around her neck comes loose as it throws her into the apartment, throwing her at the wall roughly. She squeaks, whimpering quietly in pain as she forces herself to sit up, and takes a look at the room she was thrown into.
Her old childhood home - back when she lived in America. Where her, and her family grew up in - before Olivia received an invitation to join Hopes Peak. Not only that, but Olivia was no longer wearing her signature green dress and black heels that she was wearing previously. Instead, Olivia donned the loose fitting dress she wore as Miss Lilly, that dress that gave her enough room to move freely as she ran. Her vision tinted with a light shade of pink, Olivia looks around her apartment.
Everything looks to be the same.
The cold material of the kitchen’s island was the same. The feeling of her couch, when she runs her fingertips across it, feels the same.
Everything is the same, yet, nothing feels right. This is all but an illusion to her, is it not? That’s what she assumed about these executions in the first place. Everything was fake, people were brought back to a place where Willie knows they would be most vulnerable.
It just sucks for her that of all places, it’s her childhood home back in America.
She doesn’t have much time to reminisce, however - as she feels the ground below her shake, and a loud BOOM! from right above her. Instinctively, Olivia covers her ears, quickly securing her balance so that she doesn’t fall over. She takes a step back, as slowly - bits and pieces of the ceiling above her start to fall to her feet, dirtying the familiar furniture surrounding her.
Of course if Willie were to kill her himself, he’d do it with explosions, of all fucking things.
The one thing that could kill her, pre-her having her mutated gene taken away from her.
Another explosion goes off, and more bits and pieces of her ceiling start to collapse. She has no time to think, very little time to escape - so she runs to her door. She attempts to open it, only to realize that it won’t. She jiggles the door handle, trying to pry the door open as fast and hard as she can - but, nothing.
If she stays here any longer, she’ll be crushed to death. Turning to look over her shoulder, Olivia bites down on her tongue, and notices the open window - beckoning for her to run towards it.
So she does.
Running as fast as she can, Olivia dashes towards the open window and jumps out of it. If she remembers correctly, there was a building directly next to her apartment that she could land on. It was a bit ways down, but it was better than nothing. So she positions herself, as she falls, to land on the rooftop of the building below her. She had done this plenty of times by now, and knew exactly how to land so she wouldn’t severely injure herself. But as she gets closer, and closer towards the ground- the sound of an explosion goes off behind her.
The apartment building she had grown up in all her life-- blown to bits and pieces.
The explosion is enough to send her forward, and she misses her footing when landing. Rather than making a graceful landing, Olivia stumbles forward and falls flat on her face, screaming out in pain as she twists her ankle.
But she doesn’t have time to react.
The building she lands on shakes - an indication to her that another explosion is going to happen.
She has to run.
Get out of here.
So she gets up, her pace considerably slowed down. There’s another building just in her line of sight. She has to get to it.
She runs, unable to hold back to pained cry as she steps on her twisted ankle. The other building isn’t too far away from her, now. She jumps onto it, being careful to land on her non-injured foot - right as the building she just jumps from follows the same fate as her childhood apartment: Exploding, sending bits and pieces of debris everywhere, sending Olivia forward a bit.
She again falls, but gets back up.
Pieces of debris hit her, on the back of her head - her back, her arms, leaving scratches and freshly made wounds that cause her to bleed. She’s hurt, but she doesn’t give up. She can’t.
She’s not the mastermind. She can’t die here.
Olivia makes the run for the next building over, her pace considerable getting a lot less faster than she was previously. She can feel blood running down her legs, her arms - her forehead, but she jumps to the next building.
The same as before.
The building explodes - she’s pushed forward, and new, sharper pieces of debris hit the back of Olivia. They’re larger pieces this time, however, and for a moment, Olivia can’t get up.
It just hurts too much.
But she tries.
She’s able to.
She runs, and yet another explosion happens.
This time, however- it happens right as she leaps off. The explosion catches Olivia inside of it, completely messing up her footing. Rather than being able to land clumsily onto the building like she wanted, Olivia completely misses the building--
and she falls, several stories high, to the ground.
Olivia’s eyes widen, as she looks over her shoulder, the ground getting ever so closer to her. She sees a sharp piece of debris sticking up, and she knows if she lands on it, all it will do is pierce through her torso and kill her instantly. She tries and grasps for nearby things to catch herself, to stop herself from falling - but nothing sticks out to her. All she hears is the sounds of explosions, and--
”STOP!”
A voice calls out. A familiar one, at that. Olivia tries to look for the sound of the voice- but can’t seem to find it. But the next thing she knows is she feels someone jump into her, catching her in their arms - and brings her down to safety. The sounds of explosions are all but distant to her, now - and the adrenaline pulsing through Olivia’s veins seem to stop. All she feels is pain, but what she sees when she looks up to see her savior, she blinks.
The white, long hair is the first thing she notices - as well as the tears now streaming down the person’s face.
The mask that covers her eyes focuses on the woman’s face. The mask- unknown to most, is integrated with technology that tells her when something is a threat. The mask, prior to her falling, was going off like crazy - highlighting over buildings and saying that they were a threat. But she didn’t need a mask to tell her that.
The mask, however - focuses on her savior’s face. The face of a person she’s come to recognize as a best friend.
that place and it’s patrons have taken more than i gave them.
Yesterday’s trial was heavy. Much heavier than everyone anticipated for it to be. With Taokaka implying that the only reason why she went and did what she did only to be free-- but not in the literal sense, things were….quiet.
More quiet than usual.
Kaname was normally the first one to speak up in the chatroom, every morning after the trial. Penny was the type to chime in immediately after, trying to keep everyone’s spirits up - and Tao’s contagious optimism was always relevant.
But they’re gone now - and it’s just…
Quiet.
It feels a tad bit emptier now, knowing that the numbers have been cut down to half. You’re tired - you want to rest.
Much to your surprise, you find that Willie hasn’t spoken over the intercom to make an announcement about anything. It’s just…
Again, quiet. Almost eerily so.
If you’re to travel to the garden, or over to the offices- you’ll find the crime scenes undisturbed. However, the fountain remains just a tad destroyed - and the picture of Mizuki, while resting on Kaname’s desk like it usually would - is cracked and destroyed. It strikes you as odd that the photo and the fountain aren’t repaired like previous crime scenes would be. (...Save from the infirmary - that was impossible to ever save or come back from.)
… Extremely odd, actually.
With the lack of Willie - let alone Oswald, making any announcements, you’re not even sure if things are real at this point. But as you look to your surroundings, and look to those who are still alive… You know that it’s unfortunately true, and you get an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
What now…?
16/33 REMAIN...
>>> CHAPTER SIX: START!
welcome to chapter six of despairing vacation! can you believe it? we’re almost there! with that being said - please take note that we have pre-planned deaths already decided for this chapter. if you receive a message from the mod account saying you are going to die, you will not be allowed to use your skip.
if, however, you want to die this chapter for any reason - then please let the mods know now you would like to and we can discuss it more.
as per usual, there are no new locations. However, the fountain remains just a tad broken and the framed picture of Mizuki in Kaname’s office remains broken.
an activity check will be held just a little over one week from now on September second. all the chatrooms in chapter five will be locked, but face to face channels will remain open until then. get those threads done!
as of right now, there is no planned date for the motive. it will happen when it happens.
TW FOR: UNCANNY VALLEY, CANNIBALISM, AND SUICIDAL IDEATION.
A Spotlight shines down. A Lone Woman standing beneath it, wincing from the brightness of it. It’s blinding but not unbearable. More Spotlights go off, collectively illuminating the surrounding area. This place, this… Stage. It’s… “Home, nyasu?” There’s no mistaking the rickety surroundings and dilapidated buildings in the area. The common cat head motif and the uneven pavement. This was Tao’s Home. The Ghetto she helped to protect with Torakaka. From the sights to the smells, everything yelled that she was home free now. Her body, no her heart clamored for her to go running to see everyone. Torakaka, Chachakaka, The Kittens, Robo-Ky, Everyone… But something’s amiss. Even she can feel it. With an upturned nose, Tao makes her way to one of the buildings and knocks on the door only to raise a brow seeing it swing open so easily on the first knock. Empty… An empty house with nothing but abandoned furniture inside. The floor and chairs were covered in some strange, black, gooey substance, but otherwise the only thing amiss was the lack of other people within.
Some part of her, she can feel it in her gut, but it’s a sickening sense of anguish. Fear? Disappointment? She didn’t know or seem to care. Her Heart screams at her to sniff around and see what was wrong, but she leaves and advances towards the next house. She doesn’t knock this time, rather she lets herself inside. Same outcome. Empty, abandoned, black goo.
The Next house. Same thing.
The Next. The Same.
Next. More goo.
Finally, she arrives. It’s her house. Funny. She remembers the layout of these streets being more windy and twisted. It was all a straight shot this time. Either she’s too busy making her way around to care, or things got rearranged when she was away… Empty red eyes stare at the door, taking note of the crack in it. That’s unlike Tora. Normally she’d lock it once everyone was inside. Robo-Ky would forget every now and then but, they were usually diligent about it. Raising a palm to the doorknob, Taokaka can feel the fur on her bristle up. Something’s wrong. Terribly wrong. There’s danger. She’s sensed it since the first house, and yet she’s chosen to ignore it until now. The fact her fur was on end, her senses are crying out to her to turn back and try to escape, and her heart is screaming out for some semblance of help, of hope… She ignores it. Finally she pushes the door open…
…
…..
……
Nothing. Nothing’s here… No one is here. No Tora. No Robo. No one. However… The room looks darker than the rest of the houses. Unusually so. Even as the dim street light shines inside, it seems to just end right when the darkness begins…
Dark. Black. Inky… Was this Willie? Inkswald? ...She remembers now.
As if on cue, the stray black masses of goop snake their way out their respective houses and slither into Tao’s old home, snaking around her feet in the process. Run. She can’t. Blankly, she watches as the masses lump together, form something, merge into one. Then, a mask seems to manifest on the strange mass, right where it’s face should be… RUN. She stays still, watching it slink closer to her, bubbling up like foam to get a better look at her until it’s inches from her face.
“You… Yo ‘re that lit e pest t ats always n my wa … You’ e ack.” Taokaka never understood what the hell it was saying. It was always choppy, and it’s choppiness only served to irritate her and press her into fighting it more usually. Now she just stands there. Listening. Watching. The undulating movements it makes, the squishing and slickness of its mass shifting while it towered over her… The smell. Taokaka HATED this thing… All it did was terrorize her friends and family, threaten their lives, hunt them. ...Eat them when it could. She never understood WHY it went out of it’s way to try and eat her and the others, but it was a determined creature… So determined that it succeeded once during one of her patrols…
“Goo , so g d… Abs lut y de ic us!!! Khhh hyaya haaahy a!! You w ld m ke for a fit ng de rt~.” The black mass slinks backwards however, ready to fight back when she would strike it in retaliation, but it pauses. Waits. “You w t fight b k?? The Ul ate N ht at h? Why?”
“Tao… Still can’t understand mew, Squiggly... Tao never understood why mew try to eat us… mew just do. Tao’s just going to guess and say that the squiggly is asking why Tao’s not fighting mew now…” Air passes through her teeth, a drawn out hiss is heard. “Tao… Hates you… SO MUCH. But… Mew proved Tao right. Two proved Tao right… And even if he doesn’t believe it anymore, Osomyatsu is right. Nyo-one’s here for Tao anymore. Mew ate them all. Killed them all, nyasu. For a long time, Tao wanted to get out. To be free with everyone nyasu. Tao wanted to be the big hero and save everyone from the bad guys. Squiggly Rat and Inky Rabbit. Wait for Rabbit Voice to save us, nyasu… Tao’s tired of hoping… Tao’s so… Exhausted… JK should have stabbed Tao, nyasu…” She stares at her feet, drained of all hope. “JK should have stabbed her and made Tao’s code thingy go off… Instead, they made her hurt beardo. And since then… She hasn’t been able to stop thinking… What if Tao was dead… Chatty’s always saying we’re just ‘giving them what they want, nyasu…’ but… Tao’s caring less and less… Tao wants to be free.”
The ink-like creature slinks behind her, listening intently, intrigued. “De d? Ou want to d e?”
“...Maybe a little… No. Tao’s just… She wants to be free… She freed Grey-Yellow and Curly-Q. So… Now it’s Tao’s turn… Right, nyasu?”
Guttural, chaotic, vicious laughter erupts from the black ooze. Oh, this was too perfect!!
“Lit e beast of wa past. You’ve g ne an fina y broken. Gughhu ghy AHGHAHAHA!!! No lo er a tho n in my ide… I can f ee you… do ‘t worry...” Slowly, it’s body coils around her… And she allows it…
This is it… This is what she wants. She didn’t exactly expect ‘Squiggly’ of all things to do her in, but it is what it is… right? Silently, she begins to apologize… For everything she’s done. Everything that’s happening… To Penny, To Date, Grimnir, Jowd, Shintaro, Ahn, Spinel, Della, Osoma-
‘Well if you’re going to kick his ass, I’m gonna be right there next to you, alright? Who does he think he is, messing with us, right?’
What...
‘Before this trial starts I would like everyone to know that Tao-chan and I are officially dating.’
Wait…
‘If I can have fun with you around, it makes all this feel a little less shitty.’
No, Why… Why is this happening?
‘Ughhh. Well... if you want to be angry, you can be angry with me. I won’t tell a soul. I think I’m too tired to, anyway…’
‘Asking me to pick a favorite Tao is like asking me to pick my favorite flavor of ice cream.’
Was this really the right thing to do?!
‘I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone on purpose, not really. I... I’m sorry, Tao-chan.’
‘You're safe... I can't believe it... you're safe, you're okay…’
Tears run down her cheeks, they sting; they’re so hot.
‘I promise, we’ll both be safe and lucky and make it out of here together.’
The creature’s grip on her tightens…
‘I just... it’s so lonely in here…’
‘A present? For me? Really?’
‘Last one there picks up Grimnir’s dirty socks!’
‘I miss seeing your smile…’
‘Answer me this— what the hell am I going to do if I have to leave here without you?’
Enough!! Something erupts inside her, and she begins to fight. To try and squirm out of the black creatures grip. She fights… And fights… and Squirms. Only to be met with laughter. Sick, deafening laughter. It sounded less like ‘Squiggly’ and more like the rat… But it looked nothing like him…
“Now you squi m?? You t y to escape? Sec d t oug s?? Too l g have I waited for this moment!!” It’s becoming more coherent now… “You’ve had your due a LONG TIME AGO, YOU DUMB CAT!! WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING NOW?! ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?! AN ESCAPE?!” It… Was… But.. This wasn’t the way!! THIS WASN’T RIGHT!!! RIGHT?! She’s at war with herself. She wants to Stay alive. Does she? She wants to live. Does she? She has reason to!! ...She does. She was so blind to it even when it was in front of her… He’s right about everything!! She was poisoned right?! RIGHT?! She has to keep fighting!!
“We were almost RID of you the last trial!! HAHAH!! YOU PUT ON SUCH A GOOD SHOW TOO!! YOU ALMOST MADE EVERYONE LOSE!!! WHO EVEN DOES THAT TO HER ‘FRIENDS?!’” She Squirms, pushes kicks and fights. No avail. She’s exhausted herself. The Kaka with seemingly endless energy has been drained of it all from the end of the last trial… And it proceeded to weaken as time went on… “HONESTLY YOU MADE THE SHOW QUITE ENTERTAINING FOR A WHILE, But Even the brightest stars fade out!!! Now… Time to give you that Escape you wanted… And to have a little snack myself… I’m FAMISHED!!”
Wait... No... NONONO!!! THIS IS NOT WHAT SHE WANTED.
In her final moments, Taokaka’s ears fold back, the tears falling from her eyes. A Small toothy grin cracks through, and she whispers. “...good-bye, everyone...”
[Osomachuu wuvs Tao-chan too!]
“...Especially mew… O-”
In a garbled mess of gurgles, slurping and swallowing, ‘Arakune’ rises up from their spot, spits up Taokaka’s hoodie and begins cackling devilishly. The Former Ultimate Nightwatch was no more.
come with me, and you’ll be... {CHAPTER FIVE: MOTIVE}
IN A WORLD OF PURE IMAGINATION.
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One week of relaxation and freedom- and another week or so of absolute destruction and chaos. It’s become routine at this point, and unfortunately - something that you have grown used to. It had been storming for nearly two weeks straight now, but you were hoping that maybe with the wake of Grimnir’s attempted destruction, maybe you would receive a small break. A little bit of time to yourself to relax, before everything went to chaos again and you once again stood face to face with despair.
...and that’s what it certainly feels like!
Perhaps Oswald, or Willie, decided to play it safe for the time being. It’s starting to get pretty late in the day, and there have been no announcements. Just simple birthday greetings, to both Haruto and Kaname. Surely, the two in charge of this game decided to play it nice and give everyone an extra day of rest…?
...Ah, that doesn’t matter. There was a party to attend to.
The fact that you’re able to attend the party, without Oswald or Willie doing something to interrupt it, seems a bit surprising. That wasn’t like either of them, they always wanted to cause problems.
Nothing feels off- of course. The sound of music playing in the room the party just happens to be taking place in, as well as decorations hung up. It’s clear that those who worked to make this perfect absolutely worked their hardest to make sure it wasn’t anything but perfect, given what they had. However, there is something that catches your attention - something that might not have been there before previously.
A pile of individual small boxes, perfectly wrapped with a little ribbon on top of it. All of them appear to be wrapped in black and white gift wrapping, reminiscent of ink dripping. Just from the look of the gifts, it’s clear to tell that those who had left behind the gifts were none other than the omnipotent beings responsible for your misfortune for the past couple of weeks.
“...WELL?” A voice catches you off guard. But it’s a familiar one - one you’ve come to expect by now. Taking in a deep breath, you turn to look at the large screen in the boarding room, finding none other than Oswald grinning at you in delight. He rests his chin in his hands, and although his legs are hidden beneath his desk - you can tell that he’s kicking his legs, in an almost child-like manner.
“Nice party you all have set up here.” Everyone narrows their eyes towards the screen, and immediately, Oswald grows defensive.
“No, no! Seriously! I mean it! It’s sweet of you to go and host a birthday party for Haruto and Date today. Really, I mean it. I just HAD to join in on the festivities. You see those presents over there? Those are all gifts! From me! Go ahead, open them! I’d love to see your reaction to it!”
Unsurprisingly, nobody budges.
Oswald frowns.
“DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I SAID OPEN THEM.” Oswald slams his hand on a remote, that seems to just appear from thin air. A shock goes straight to everyone’s bracelet, though, not a shock strong enough to cause serious damage. Just strong enough to cause a quick instance of pain, letting everyone know that he was deadly serious.
One by one, everyone approaches the pile of small boxes. Picking one up from the pile, you tug at the ribbon holding the box, prying the gift wrap away from the box. As you do so, the box opens - almost comically, and reveals to you a medium-sized piece of hard candy. Each one is a different color- your favorite color. Along with the candy, you find a small note resting against it, one that just simply reads:
Eat me!
Much like those little candies in the infamous Alice in Wonderland stories. Upon flipping the note over, you’ll find another little message for you. Contrasting the bright and colorful wording of the eat me message on the other side, this one appears to be covered in ink - and the words are almost covered. But you can make out the words beneath it, without a doubt.
Ǫ̵͛R̷͇͋ ̵̠͌E̴̯̅L̸͓͌S̴͈̆É̴̳.̶̼̃
You turn your attention towards the monitor in the boarding room, finding Oswald’s grinning face staring you down. His finger hovers over the button of his remote, threatening you with another shock. You’re not sure if you want to deal with another shock, so you unwillingly pop the candy into your mouth. The taste is… well - surprisingly delightful. It’s your favorite sweet flavor - from either your childhood, or whatever it is you’d like right now. Even if it was a flavor that couldn’t be replicated, it tastes exactly like it. (and for those who can’t taste anything, well - you don’t taste anything. Obviously.)
Oswald’s grin only grows wider as everyone finishes their piece of candy. It’s obvious that something’s wrong with what you’ve just eaten - but what it is, you can’t entirely tell.
Before you even get the chance to speak up, and ask what it is you just ate, Oswald cuts you off.
“You all look at me as if I poisoned you, or something.” He laughs - and continues on with his thoughts before anyone gets the chance to say anything.
“AND THAT’S BECAUSE I DID! But, not everything. You all probably tasted your favorite flavor, or something. Or something that brought you back to your childhood, who knows. I can’t tell. But here’s a surprise - one of those candies is poisoned! Don’t worry too much about it, though. It ain’t gonna kill ‘ya. Yer just gonna be actin’ a bit off, that’s all.” Oswald shrugs his shoulders, as if he didn’t just say anything wrong.
“It could be fatal, or it won’t be. Who knows? I ain’t tellin’. All I know is if yer gonna want to stop livin’ in paranoia about whether or not you’re goin’ to be poisoned, you know what to do.” Oswald pauses, as if for the dramatic flare.
“KILL SOMEBODY. Simple as that. Now, I’m gonna leave you all to have yer party. I added enough fun to it. But I will say one more thing…” Oswald leans close towards the screen, his grin only growing wider. How is that possible-? Augh.
“KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THOSE CLOSE TO YOU. YOU MAY THINK YOU KNOW THEM, BUT THEY’LL SURELY BE ACTIN’ DIFFERENTLY. KEEP YER HEADS UP AND TRUST NOBODY.”
...and with that, the monitors shut off. The music from Ahn’s playlist continues to play, and everyone is left to stand in the boarding room in almost an eerie silence.
…
19/33 REMAIN.
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Hello, everybody! Welcome to our fifth motive- while it doesn’t have any “game” mechanics - it takes heavy inspiration from... you guessed it, CANDYLAND.
If you would like to offer yourself up for this motive’s victim or culprit, you’re definitely more than free to message Willie’s discord account letting us know. You will be thrown into the victim and/or culprit pool - however, if nobody offers, everybody will be thrown in.
You will have until 8:30 PM PST to message the mods if you’re interested in offering up your character. We will be giving frequent updates on how much time is left in the server.
If selected for culprit or victim, you are not allowed to discuss it with anyone - unless you absolutely need to. Just be sure to let the mods know and ask if it’s okay ahead of time.
You are allowed to keep previous threads pre-motive.
...Oh, yeah - there’s no food at the party. Just the sweets. :)
and of course, unless you want your character to die via NG code, remember to keep your NG code in mind. ;]
MOTIVE NOTES--;;
While this motive has no shared game mechanics with the game itself, let’s play a little game of CANDYLAND! What does this mean? Simple!
Everyday until a victim shows up, everyone will receive a little gift at their doors. The gift holds a random piece of candy, that will always taste like your favorite character’s sweet - or if you’d like to be dramatic about it, a taste that could not previously be replicated from their childhood. Most of the candy will be perfectly fine - just a delightful little treat for your character. However, someone’s candy will be poisoned. You will be messaged if your character gets the poisoned candy.
Everyone will receive a candy everyday at random times. There is no set schedule for when candies appear.
IF YOU GET A POISONED CANDY: You will receive a DM from Willie that details what your characters symptoms of their poisoned candy will be. The one thing in common with those poisoned is that all poisoned individuals will have something affecting their personality.
IF EVERYONE GETS POISONED BEFORE A VICTIM IS FOUND: There will still be a poisoned candy in the mix. If you get a second poisoned candy, the symptoms you received prior will become more strong. Each stacked poisoned candy you eat will only make it worse.
IF YOU ARE POISONED: You are not allowed to tell anybody you received a poisoned candy. The only ones who should know you’re poisoned are you and the mods. You also have the choice of how much your character’s symptoms will effect them. You can have it be mild, moderate, or severe. Just know that if you get stacked poisoned candies, it will only worsen the symptoms.
You can’t help but feel a little more grateful about your situation than in days past as you collapse into your bed. Yes, you all would be living to see another day -- a mere few hours ago, you were convinced that it would be the end of you, your coworkers (or “friends”, if you will), and the Future Foundation in its entirety. If there was any time to feel appreciative of Willie, it would be now. His fickle behavior is what saved the remaining participants, turning the tables on JK just because he felt like it -- for the sake of despair.
Jowd -- as well as the spirit of Jomjael -- no longer walk with you, in life or in death. Blood has been mopped away, the cat hair and the hoodie of Tao -- that poor girl -- have been swept out of sight and out of mind. Paint that seemed like it would stain stone and floor tile for an eternity has magically vanished. The evidence was fleeting, much like the life of Jowd and those who died before him.
How many times has this happened? How many times have you woken up, grateful to feel alive? Has the feeling worn off yet? You might even be thinking, “was it even a good choice for Willie to let us live on in the first place? Was it worth it?”
With every hope, there is always despair that lingers within its shadow.
“RIIIIIIIISE AND SHIIIIIIINE, EVERYONE!” In your fatigue, you don’t bother discerning between Oswald and Willie’s voices. Perhaps, that sleep wasn’t as sound as you thought it would be. “I’M SURE YOU’RE ALL GLAD TO BE UP AND RUNNING TODAY! IT WAS A CLOSE CALL AT THAT TRIAL, WASN’T IT?” That laughter should sound lighthearted; but, of course, it’s only mockery in your ears.
Your heavy eyelids finally open as you drag your legs over the edge of the bed.
“NO TIME TO BE FEELIN’ BAD FOR YOURSELVES. YOU CAUGHT A REAL BASTARD THIS TIME, DIDN’T YA? UP AND AT ‘EM, FOLKS! WE STILL GOT A GAME TO RUN!”
And the cycle of despair begins again...
...But for how much longer?
19/33 REMAIN...
>>> CHAPTER FIVE: START!
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welcome to chapter five of despairing vacation! wow! can you believe how far we’ve come? just two more chapters to go before this game is wrapped up! anyways, here’s three monocoins for those who are still alive.
per usual - no new areas. even though those who went missing are aware of the extra room in the trial room, they do not have access to it.
an activity check will be done on August Fourth! that will give you a week and an extra day to get remaining threads from chapter four done before the channels are locked and you will not be able to post in there anymore. all chatrooms, including club 33, will be locked and can no longer be accessed once this drabble goes up.
dead characters are free to thread with one another. you are also able to thread with those alive, but those who are alive will not be able to see you or interact with you. they can, however, feel as though somebody is there.
exactly one week from now on August Third, we will be having our motive drop! expect the motive to drop from anywhere between 3-6 PM PST.
please do not discuss your character’s roles from the previous mafia motive.
god, help and forgive me! ( i want to do something that’s going to outlive me. ) word count: 2303 words. what the actual honest to god fuck. content warnings: well. murder. prolonged violence. electrocution. impalement. way tl;dr: jk gets forced to do one last broadcast of a radio talk show he ...
“Perfect.” The figure speaks in a low tone to themselves, locked in a room inaccessible, and hidden, from the general public. The figure covers xer grinning lips, as xey stare down at the machine beneath them- knowing perfectly well what it’s for. It didn’t take very long for him to figure out how to use it, and use it to their advantage, she would.
The figure looks towards the monitors that surround his desk, clicking through idly to get a good view of what just about everyone is doing.
Date and Grimnir are in the kitchen - per usual.
Taokaka guards the garden, making sure nobody comes to destroy it.
Everybody else appears to be in their rooms. Had that last trial truly been as bad as it was to make everyone hole themselves up in their room?
Entertaining.
It had been a good week since anybody had received a command, and The Figure can tell that everyone is on guard. On edge, waiting for something to happen.
Because they all know that they’re going to receive something, sooner or later. It was just a matter of when, and truth be told - The figure had been waiting for so long for something exciting to happen.
Let’s make it happen now… Yes?
“GOOOOOOD AFTERNOON, FOLKS!” Fake Oswald’s grating voice fills the halls, capturing your attention. Everyone holds their breath- knowing what’s going to be coming at any minute, now. It had only been a week since Pewter’s fatal murders - and his...admittedly, rather disturbing execution. But Oswald, and by extension, Willie- was not the type to allow for any kind of rest.
In fact, it had felt as though everyone was starting to get along again, forgetting everything that had happened just a week ago. Tensions were high, of course- but not enough to cause any form of trouble.
Shintaro’s concert was all but grating to the mascot, too. Imagine going out of your way to bring some form of distraction to the fact you’re literally trapped in a game where you could die at any moment? Yeah, can’t relate.
“I gotta be real with ‘ya, I’m gettin’ real bored of just sittin’ ‘round waitin’ for y’all to do somethin’. I’ve gotten pretty used t’seein’ the lot’ve ‘ya ignoring the fact you are LITERALLY in a game where you could die at any moment, so y’know what? Let’s play another game! How ‘bout another round of SIMON SAYS?”
As the words Simon Says rings throughout the halls, a twinge of anger fills everyone.
The Figure watches, laughing to herself as he leans a hand against his cheek.
“Nah. Just kiddin’, I gotta be honest with ‘ya, as fun as Simon Says was, it’d be pretty borin’ if I just introduced it to ‘ya again. So let’s play another game, huh? Y’all ever heard’ve a lil game called MAFIA?”
...Mafia?
The Figure smiles to himself. His fingers press the buttons, controlling what Oswald does on the monitors, before she speaks into the microphone - getting out her plans for their specific motive in mind.
“The rules are pretty simple. Shortly after this announcement, y’all are gonna receive a specific role. If yer mafia, yer goin’ t’go an’ vote someone off. If yer a doctor, y’get the chance to protect someone. If yer just a villager, then all y’gotta do is just sit an’ pray that you don’t get selected to be voted off.” A pause.
“What does votin’ someone off mean? I don’t know. Maybe they just simply disappear. Maybe yer votin’ someone to get out of this buildin’ and return to civilization. Or maybe yer votin’ for them to die. Who knows? I ain’t tellin’.” The Oswald on the screen smiles, in a rather teasing manner towards everyone still alive.
“Of course...y’could always just end this motive prematurely by figuring out who the mafia is.” The Figure speaks into her microphone, Oswald repeating her exact words. The grin on her face doesn’t fade.
“Just kiddin’! You didn’t think it’d be that easy. Did’ya? Unless y’want everyone to just disappear and possibly end up dead, I’m expectin’ one’ve ‘ya to go an’ sacrifice another person just to get all’ve these premature disappearances to stop. Are ‘ya willin’ to go and do that? Or are y’gonna go an’ make me do all of the dirty work myself?”
The Figure pauses. He glances over towards the button and the machine resting close by them, and stand up. They grab the microphone they speak into, sitting down in front of the machine, fingers circling the buttons to turn it on and release the gas from inside of it.
“...In fact, just t’prove t’ya that I mean business with this motive...how ‘bout we start right now?”
> YOUR WATCH VIBRATES TO CATCH YOUR ATTENTION- SAVE FROM FOUR YOU, INDICATING THAT YOU ARE A VILLAGER. IF YOUR BRACELET SHOCKED YOU, YOU ARE THE MAFIA, OR DOCTOR. LOOK AT YOUR WATCH TO FIND OUT WHICH ONE YOU ARE.
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> SEVERAL MINUTES LATER, AFTER DISCOVERING YOUR ROLE, A GAS FILLS THE ROOM AND RENDERS YOU UNCONSCIOUS FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS.
??? / 33 REMAIN…?
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Hello, hello! Welcome to chapter four’s motive, a very fun and simple game of MAFIA! AKA: one of the mods here really misses playing on epicmafia so you’re all being forced into a week long game of mafia!
Just like the previous chapters, if you would like to offer yourself up as this chapter’s victim or culprit, then please be sure to message Willie’s discord. You will have two hours from the motive going up to get your message in. The cut-off time to let the mods know you are interested in it is going to be 7:40 PM PST.
If you are pulled for either culprit or victim, you will not be allowed to talk about it with those still alive, unless you need to do so in order to plot with a character close to your’s.
You are allowed to continue your threads pre-motive drop.
Unless you plan to kill off your muse via NG code, remember to keep your NG code in mind! ;]
MOTIVE NOTES--;;
Just as Oswald stated: We are going to be playing a week long game of Mafia! What does this mean? Simple! A small amount of you will be chosen to be our “mafia,” as well as an even smaller amount of you being chosen to be our “doctor.” The rest of you will be “villagers.”
As stated at the end of the drabble - a form of sleeping gas fills the room you are in. Because of this, your character can not react to the motive immediately like the previous times. A message will be going up when you are able to react.
Because we are going to have a little bit of downtime between this drabble going up and you having a chance to have your character react to the motive - you may use this time to ask any questions you have regarding the motive.
IF YOU ARE SELECTED TO BE MAFIA OR DOCTOR: You will receive a DM from Willie’s account. If you do not receive a DM, your character’s role is villager.
IF YOU ARE SELECTED TO BE MAFIA: You will be placed in a group chat with other members of the mafia and discuss who you want gone. Whoever everyone agrees on will disappear.
IF YOU ARE SELECTED TO BE DOCTOR: All doctors will be allowed to “save” one person every night. They are allowed to select themselves and can continuously choose to save one person throughout every night.
For the rest of our villagers, you don’t do anything special. Just sit and pray you don’t get chosen. :)
At random, Oswald will appear in the chatroom asking those who are online to discuss who they believe may be the mafia. You are free to vote for nobody, if you truly don’t have any idea who the mafia could be. However, if somebody is suspected of being mafia and a majority of votes go for them - they too will disappear, and their role will not be revealed.
IF YOU ARE SELECTED TO DISAPPEAR: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SHARE THE FATE OF YOUR CHARACTER. You also will not be allowed to start new threads if you disappear. Unlike culprit and victim pulls, you will not be allowed to use a skip if you are selected. If you are selected, then you are selected. :)
Your character is not allowed to reveal what their role is to anybody, no matter what. By extension, you are not allowed to reveal what your role is to anybody OOC, save from your friends who may be watching the game.
How do we stop this motive…!? Simple! Discover who the mafia is!
...Just kidding. Even if the mafia is discovered, the motive isn’t going to stop until someone is killed. Are you going to just sit there and watch your fellow coworkers disappear? Who knows what’s happening to them…! You better sacrifice someone before all of you disappear one by one!
Just so we ensure that everybody doesn’t disappear way too quickly, someone will only be disappearing every other day. For example: the first night someone will be disappearing will be today. The following day, thursday, nobody will be disappearing - BUT Oswald does have a chance of appearing in the chatroom to ask if anyone has any suspicions on who a member of the mafia is. The following day, Friday, someone will disappear. The cycle will repeat this way until it’s time to discover a body.
Grimnir, Primal of the Winds, was sitting on his bed in Room H, texting Date on his phone. He paused for a moment, reflecting on how much his life had changed in just a few weeks. He had spent so long in his homeworld, with the Singularity and his fellow Primals, and he was...just wrenched out of it, unceremoniously, into this new and unfamiliar world.
And, more than that, he was shackled to his vicious and inhumane killing game. Sure, he’d made some powerful and important bonds in his time here, but with Pewter’s death still fresh in his mind...would those bonds just end up hurting him?
Grimnir’s thoughts were interrupted by the bracelet on his arm vibrating, the cuff that bound him here testing him once more. A message scrolled across its screen:
KILL OSOMATSU. NOW. DO IT, BITCH.
and so grimnir got up and run out the door reely fast and found osomatsu peeing on his bed and grimnir pointed at him and said “osomatsu no! do not pee on your bed! that is not a nice person thing to do! think about how your bed feels!” and osomatsu smiled at him and said “grimnir, im am not a nice person!” and he pulled out a knife and lunged at grimnir
but grimnir used his magic god powers and spun osomatsu around until he was dizzy and then he picked him up and carried him to the outside and kicke him so hard he flew into the sun and died. goodbye, piisboy
and then grimnir went up to the roof of the building where he kept his motorcycle and normal people close and he put on his cool leather jacket and sunglasses and ramped off the building and did a backflip and landed and drove off into the sunset as the miami vice “YYYEEAAAAAHHHH” played in the background and everything was good forever
A/N: tank you for reading my motive!!! i hope it come true one day :)
ps: fuck you sami and teddswald you bastards asked for this. never ask me for anything ever again
this cold world will remember us - no way they won’t remember us! [ CHAPTER 4 ]
That trial was heavy, to say at the very least. It was met with a lot of varying different reactions from those left alive, and those who chose to watch the execution that came of the Former Ultimate Inventor were left in complete shock over how absolutely gruesome his death was.
Everyone went on their own way after the trial, doing whatever it is they need to do to keep their minds off of the incoming despair slowly, yet surely, coming in. It doesn’t take long for some people to fall asleep, while others stay up all night, unable to find themselves falling asleep.
Tiring.
This is all so, so tiring.
“GOOOOOOD MORNING, EVERYONE!” The sound of Willie’s grating voice wakes you from your slumber. You glance over to your clock and read the time:
10 AM. So it seems he allowed everyone some time to sleep in.
“I’m expectin’ everyone to go and spend their time doin’ whatever it is y’want. You didn’t really think I’d just let’ya go an’ sleep the day away, just because a good chunk’ve ya are gone? That’s hilarious! Nah. None’ve ‘ya get to rest. Go out an’ do somethin’ with yerselves, you depressed bastards!”
...and with that, the intercoms shut off, leaving you to be alone in your thoughts.
There was a lot to process, and you may not be feeling your best.
But you have no choice but to go out and face the day. You do need to eat, after all…
>>> CHAPTER FOUR: START!
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Welcome to Chapter Four of the Despairing Vacation 1.5! Here’s three monocoins for those still alive to use for the monomachine. Have fun.
No new locations. However, you will find that the infirmary is still unusable. The vending machines in the break rooms are still broken, unable to use. The garden, while somewhat salvaged, is not the beautiful garden it used to be. Aikira is also gone.
An activity check will be done this chapter. Due to the fact an activity check wasn’t done in chapter two- everyone is excused from it. However, activity check rules still apply.
You may no longer create starters for chapter three. However, all chatrooms will be locked under the category. You will still be able to thread in chapter three before the channels get locked.
Dead characters will be allowed to thread with each other. They will also be allowed to thread with characters who are still alive, but will not be able to manipulate objects around them or physically touch someone alive.
Exactly one week from now, motive drop will be happening on June 15th around 3:00 PM PST. :]
