#superstuckintodespair+rp

[wackomcgoose]

Son of a null, why did it take me /two months/ to get this done.

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/52541782/mspa/superstuckintodespair/Trial7.html https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/52541782/mspa/superstuckintodespair/Trial7_ooc_nonsense.html

There. Maybe now paradox space will allow us to actually move forward in the plot. (Also I'm posting this on my personal for organizational purposes, since all the other trialogs are over here :P)

[equine-gearhead-blog]

"I think it's best everyone reads this."

Equius shows the remaining students a peculiar diary.

[shsltattooartistporrim-blog]

"Hey Porrim How Are You"

"...Tired. I didn't think gho+sts co+uld be tired. Apparently, we can."

[amiablesolitude]

I... just want t9 try s9mething...

Send me “I just want to try something…” and my character will react to your character saying that and then…

1. Kissing them softly on the lips

She stood completely still, waiting for him to try whatever he was planning to—though, what he ends up doing is something she never expected might happen. A sudden, yet extremely soft pressure is placed against her lips, and her face immediately flushes when she realized that the pressure on her lips is from his own. Even then, she makes no movement—no retreat. It was a surprise—a..very nice surprise—but she’s not entirely sure how to react.

[shsltattooartistporrim-blog]

I'm o+nly so+rry I go+t caught.

[equine-gearhead-blog]

OKAY SO MY DASH DID THIS. WHY.

[stuckintodespair]

The lights come up on a long, empty room. Porrim Maryam stands there, trying desperately not to shake. If she’s been caught in her crime, the very least she can do is be a woman and face her death with some fucking dignity. She bites her lip. No. There will be no crying. From the distance, there’s a faint whirring, and then a loud SPRING!

Porrim throws herself to the ground, and in the place where she was standing a moment before, an enormous, three-foot-long tattoo needle sticks out of the wall. She wheezes, and stands up. She doesn’t have time to think before she throws herself sideways to escape an enormous sewing needle.

In the next few minutes, the needles just start coming faster and faster. Pushpins, thumbtacks, knitting needles, hypodermic needles, T-pins, and every other kind of sharp metal object imaginable. And with every launch, Porrim escapes by an increasingly narrow margin, until FUCK!!!!

Porrim lets out a screech of pain as a hypodermic needle impales her left hand, pinning it to the wall. Within the next few seconds, three other needles pin her other hand and both her legs, until she’s completely immobilized. Pinned like a moth to a bulletin board. She gulps. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

There are a few moments of dead silence. Porrim hisses through clenched teeth, trying to block out the pain. God, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Dave and Kanaya and god forbid KANKRI don’t need to see her cry in her final moments. She clenches her teeth and lets out a breath of air and whispers

  “No+ regrets.”

  SPRING!

When the confusion clears, there is an oversized sewing pin, the little plastic head colored dark green, embedded right in the center of her chest, impaling her. God, there’s blood. Blood everywhere. And Porrim Maryam, murderer of Aleesa Karaki, is dead for good.

[equine-gearhead-blog]

Maybe this will be it.

Maybe this will be the last death you'll have to face. This last execution would put an end to the murders.

You had nothing left to lose; you lost it all. Everyone on this island close to you, Kim, Roxy, Aleesa, and Ash, all dead.

But you still had hope to survive. You had hope you'd make it through this sick game.

It's time to bring what you hope to be the final murderer to justice.