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reapertoire) wrote2018-03-05 10:45 am
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week 0, monday
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At 7am on Monday, all of you have been abruptly woken up by being transported to a dark alley. Wait. Are there even dark alleys here? Where are you. What is with the music? Before you can question it too much, out of the darkness steps... The Host. All four feet and pissed off attitude of him. He's got his hands in his hoodie pocket as he nonchalantly addresses you: "Reapers. Like you know, you've been volunteered by your respective Composers to participate in this Game. Say hi. We'll be in contact at this time every week to give you your orders. Special orders have already been given for the week, so... fucking chill, I guess." ![]() private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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I'll...try my best...
But if something does happen, what happens to us? Do we go back to our own composers?
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[So much for that hope. But maybe the threat of erasure will keep him from doing anything too stupid.]
Thank you for being upfront about it, at least.
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My whole team died. It seemed like a good way to see them one last time.
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I mean, you're definitely in the wrong line of work with that attitude, don't get me wrong, but good luck.
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[She literally built Madoka-esque horror games for her players.]