You're invited to the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy, a dream to anyone who knows of the school's existence. How will your first school year go? Game Status: Intermission
With Chapter 3′s end brings in the events for predespair week! Everyone who has died will be allowed to interact with their classmates once again as if they’re going to school instead of being locked in.
As per usual, we have chat based events for predespair week, and we’ll do these in place of trials! Starting at 6pm MST on January 26th we’ll be holding a class picnic. Start at 6pm MST on February 3rd we’ll be holding a class dance complete with music hosted in plug.dj. Outside of those two events, you are free to rp on tumblr, skype, discord, etc.!
We are willing to set up a predespair discord channel if people would like that! That way the events are easier to log (compared to New Skype), it doesn’t lag (like New Skype), and we can have seperate channels for the events!
NORMAN ELWOOD POE HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY
TIME FOR THE PUNISHMENT …
VIVISEPULTURE
A fog hangs strong in the air tonight, interrupted and cleared only by the motions of Norm being dragged onto the scene. Once the fog clears, the location is made clear: a graveyard, one old and populated well with the headstones of many deceased, polished markers lined up as far as the eye could see. As for Norm, he was curled up on the ground, next to what seemed to be an open grave, a tall and hooded figure with a shovel standing over it.
Norm could feel his heart beating out of his chest as the figure bent down over him, grabbing him by the sweater and trying to pull him back toward the hole. But a sudden jolt of courage came upon him; he wasn’t going down without a fight.
He screamed as he slipped his arms out of his sweater, letting it fall into the mysterious figure’s grip as he began sprinting across the graveyard. His heart was still beating out of his chest, but as he saw what he thought was a pair of gates in the distance, he smiled to himself. He was going to be free… until he felt himself fly forward and his face collide with the ground below him. From there, he swore it was only a second or two before he felt himself being dragged back by his feet, a cold hand wrapped firmly around his ankle as he tried his best to dig his fingers into the damp dirt he was being dragged through.
Still a little dazed from the fall, Norm’s breathing was unsteady as he felt himself fall into the hole, landing in what seemed to be a large and ornate coffin, complete with pillowed satin on the inside and a glistening black finish on the box itself. Had he not been in such a dire situation, Norm would have had to admire the beauty of the thing.
He flinched as the figure came down into the hole, forcing his body to imitate the posing of a corpse at a funeral, and by the time the deed was done too scared to move a muscle. Then he saw the bucket.
The bucket sloshed slightly as the figure moved and maneuvered it, and he could see things moving inside of it…
When that bucket tipped over, onto him poured a multitude of leeches, at least one hundred if he had to guess. The figure produced another bucket as well, then another, and another, and one more. Norm was screaming himself hoarse by the time the figure closed the coffin lid and began piling dirt on top of the box with its shovel.
A quiet ringing filled the quiet night as the grave digger worked, a bell on a post attached to a string that went into the coffin dinging away at an alarming pace. But as the hole filled, the dinging grew less and less frequent, until it stopped altogether.
Alright! Hwan is going to go check out those tracks of blood now and see what's up with them!
The tracks of blood lead out into the hallway but fade off a few feet in. There are droplets of blood leading further down the hallway after the tracks end though.
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