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The End[with ~4PR1L, Serendibite, Marginal~Red, JustCath]
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Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 23:32 (1 Year ago)
Yes he could.
He couldn't kill.
Of course he could.
His look of terror relaxed, into a sort of calm rationality.
Elias dug a pen out of his pocket.
And with a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying.
Somehow, some way, the pen embedded itself right in the side of another man's head.
The man's eyes widened in shock, and he fell over.
[First Condition Met. Please move onto condition 2: Escape The Train.]
Elias calmly walked over to the body of the fallen man, pulling the pen out, wiping the blood off with the sleeve of his shirt.
The chaos went around him, as if he didn't exist.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 23:38 (1 Year ago)
It was almost sad that Yohan had to kill it, despite the fact that it did nothing wrong. But unfortunately, society didn't exist no more, but rather it was a jungle, where survival to the fittest was the golden rule. The strong preyed on the weak, while the weak could only hide like the little cricket, until a prey comes by and kills it.
Just like right now, how Yohan killed the cricket with his shoes.
Posted: Sun, 11/06/2023 23:42 (1 Year ago)
Elias looked it over, then stabbed it stright into the neck of a man passing by him.
Blood had gotten on his hoodie.
What a shame, he liked that hoodie.
[10 Coins have been granted to player EliasWinter.]
He pulled the pen out of the falling body of the man.
Everything seemed to just veer around him.
It was like his very presence wasn't there.
How odd.
A screen appeared in front of Yohan.
[First Condition Met. Please move onto condition 2: Escape The Train.]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 00:16 (1 Year ago)
Blake Rivere
Blake narrowly avoided the blade of someone's knife as they ducked down. Oh great, I'm probably a target. Dammit.
Swiftly, they withdrew their knife from a pocket in their jacket and stabbed the person closest to them in the chest. The knife pierced his aorta with perfect precision through pure luck (or eldritch intervention, whichever one you prefer).
I'll just count this off as a blood offering. Hopefully he's not a heretic. They thought as they wiped the blood off their knife on the clothes of the person they just stabbed, who was flailing around aggressively and screaming swears (aggressively).
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 00:19 (1 Year ago)
Another man hit the ground.
Another ten coins came into his possession.
He stared at the pen in his hands, emotionlessly.
His hands were stained with blood.
Something about seeing the blood drip down from the tip of his silver pen made him feel... numb.
As if he'd killed so much that he just... didn't care anymore.
But that wasn't right.
He was Elias Winter...
21 years old...
A college student...
...
Oh god, what the hell had he done?
Elias dropped the pen, and suddenly, the chaos seemed to notice him, standing over four dead bodies.
Did he do that?
A screen appeared in front of Blake.
[First Condition Met. Please move onto condition 2: Escape The Train.]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 01:16 (1 Year ago)
Blake Rivere
Okay, great. Now I just gotta...get off this train. Somehow.
Looking into one of the windows, they noticed the vibrant red sky fading into darkness. In the edge of their eye they saw what appeared to be some sort of oversized slimy snake. Must be that sea serpent the hologram thingy mentioned. The windows seem smashable too, I guess..
Turning back to the inside of the train, they saw Elias kill another person with his pen. Well, he's probably met the first condition already. Might as well ask.
They put on a shy smile as they approached the golden-haired man. "Hi! Umm, wanna, like, team up and escape this train?" They began, their green eyes meeting Elias'. "The train's stopped, I think. We could... break some windows, I guess. Crawling out of one doesn't seem too hard."
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 01:24 (1 Year ago)
His hands dripped with blood.
He blinked once, twice, before breaking out into a cheerful grin.
"Okay!"
His voice was peppy and cheerful.
He dropped the blood-soaked pen, smiling like nothing was wrong, like he ahdn't just one-shotted four people with a ballpoint pen.
"I'm Elias, Elias Winter!"
He extended hsi hand, but noticed the blood.
His smile droppdd for a moment, before he wiped the blood off on his shirt.
Hm.
This shirt.
His heart hurt for a moment, watching the bloodstains on it.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 01:37 (1 Year ago)
Blake Rivere
"Elias... you have a nice name!" They replied as they held his hand with their empty hand. "My name's Blake Rivere, it's nice to meet you~"
They looked around. The killing seems to have calmed a bit. Blood was all over the floor (especially on the floor where the person that Blake pierced the aorta of). The sight was quite unusual, but proportionally unique to Blake. It wasn't every day that this happened, after all.
"Hmm... the windows could be made of tempered glass. It's the type of glass that's hard to break, right?" They blinked. "So, what do you propose we do?"
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 01:45 (1 Year ago)
He stared at it for a moment, wiping the blood off.
And he threw it straight at the glass.
The sound of shattering glass rang out, as the pen embedded itself in the glass of the train's window.
He stared at the quivering pen.
"Was that not strong enough?"
A screen popped up, in front of everyone.
[All Remaining Survivors have killed 1(one) Living Being.]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 11:44 (1 Year ago)
"I'm Atlas. A pleasure to meet you both. I assume we have a common goal in terms of survival?" She stood and walked over to Blake and Elias, staring out of the shattered window with a bemused expression. She took a mental inventory of her belongings. Alaire Atlas had:
She wasn't sure how helpful that all would be, but angled herself so the others could see the window that had mysteriously popped up. So she really was in some sort of video game. Would Alaire need to Ready Player One this thing to the end? It didn't matter. Right now, they needed to escape the train.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 12:30 (1 Year ago)
Elias stood over the dead bodies of multiple humans.
Four of them.
He'd counted.
He pulled the bloodsoaked pen out of the cracked window.
He turned to Alaire, with a jolt.
"O-oh! H-hello there! I- I'm- I- Uh-"
He stammered.
"I'm-uh- I'm Elias! E-Elias Winter!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 15:25 (1 Year ago)
Openly observing everyone else, he notice that everyone looked younger than him..
Yohan sighed. The first one was a women (who called herself Atlas) who managed to complete the first requirement first by pure luck. (Yohan still envies her luck), the next were a (surprisingly young) teenager (named Blake) who held a book that was covered in blood. Before finally, moving on to the stammering (semi-insane(?)) Elias Winter. Compared to everyone, he was the one covered in the most blood.
Yohan once again let out a silent sigh, he already had a hard time getting along with people, but now he has to get along with a maniac? For god sake...
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 22:01 (1 Year ago)
Alaire turned to the eldest of their group, a man who looked about seven years older than her. "You know we can hear your morose sighing, right? Please. We may be young, but the four of us are clearly the only survivors... it's currently in your best interest to work with us, dear." He was also good-looking. Convention dictated he was entirely too old for her, but Alaire figured she'd shoot her shot anyway. If it didn't work out, he wasn't her type in the first place. "You got a name, stranger?"
She continued to glance over at her inventory window. There was a way out -- Alaire was sure of it. Now she just needed to figure it out. "What about the rest of you? What do you have in your inventories?"
She still hadn't seen the sea serpent. When was that going to turn up?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 22:16 (1 Year ago)
The door that led to the other train cars suddenly got itself a brand new dent.
Something, or someone, was slamming on it.
Elias jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his pen.
"Uhh... That- that's not really good, I think..."
He turned to the cracked window, raising the pen in his hands.
Thud.
The door furthest from them started to bend in, as the being on the other side of it started to break it open.
And then... it stopped.
With a flash of white light and the sound of party poppers, the fluffy creature appeared once more.
"Wow! Four people survived! How wonderful!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 22:37 (1 Year ago)
That women, Atlas, was clearly younger than him, or she works as a cosmetologist. Yohan is more willing to believe the former. But anyways, the other's shrewd, and clearly cunning personality.. Is too similar to his, and Yohan didn't like that. Just like how he could read the other well, the same could be said for her.
But, just as she has said, there are only 4 of them surviving, and no time to spare, it would be idiotic and just stupidly stubborn to not work with eachother.
But giving in and saying the other was right.. did not sit well in his stomach. But what could he do? It's not like he could argue back when he would clearly be in the wrong for doing so, thus creating a rift amongst the rest of the survivors. No matter which way Yohan looks at it, it'll would be a losing battle for him.
So.. for his own survival, let's be lowkey for now.
"Yes, Yohan Park. Pleasure to meet you." Yohan gave a polite business smile to the other and backed off. At the mention of the inventory, he opened his system and checked. It surprisingly wasn't hard to maneuver through despite how foreign it was to him.
"And to answer your last question, nothing useful for our current predicament it seems." Yohan replied bluntly, scrolling through the system, exploring its functions.
Before he stopped and looked towards the source of the voice, tense, and on guard.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:07 (1 Year ago)
Elias pointed at the fluffy white creature in the sky.
"The Dokkaebi. It's back."
The creature- apparently a Dokkaebi, or Korean Goblin, huffed.
"Finally, someone notices me! Dear viewers, are these really the type of disrespectful incarnations you wish to foster?"
A screen popped up in front of the four of them, as the Dokkaebi snapped.
"Lucky for you, pitiful mortals, the great constellations up above wish to sponsor you! Choose quickly. You have 5 minutes. Until then, goodbye~!"
[Picking Constellations!]
[Player Alaire Atlas has earned the attention of various constellations related to luck, due to her display of pure, dumb luck.]
[Option 1- Toss of the Coin, Luck of the Draw]
[Option 2- Maiden of the Golden Apple]
[Option 3- Fleet-Footed Messenger]
[Upon seeing Player Yohan Park's traits, tyrannical constellations have turned their attention to him]
[Option 1- The Burning of the Capital]
[Option 2- Tyrant of the Frozen Wastelands]
[Option 3- Overthrower of the Bacchiadae]
[After watching Player Elias Winter's bloody display, many constellations related to war and madness are vying for him.]
[Option 1- Bloodsoaked Battlefield]
[Option 2- A Crow Cries upon the Shoulder of the Spear-Struck Hero]
[Option 3- Greatest Devil of the Abyss]
[Option 4- Twilight Will Come]
[Player Blake Rivere has caught the eye of many constellations related to Arcane Magic.]
[Option 1- Scales of Wisdom]
[Option 2- Papyrus-Bound Book of the Dead]
[Option 3- Venerable One-Eyed Elder]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:12 (1 Year ago)
"Aw, Yohan, such a spoilsport. It's rather amusing that you have no clue, love. And types can change anyway, especially when someone as good-looking as you is in the mix." She blew a kiss though the air at him. Flirting came as naturally as breathing to Alaire. Whether it was a guy, girl, or whomever, she would use a little charm. Eventually, it was her form of banter among friends; a humerous back and forth flirt was her easygoing nature of letting people know she cared about them.
She ran a hand through her purple hair, and grabbed her broken laptop from her bag. "If you have a laptop, then I won't be needing this." Alaire smashed it onto the top of one of the busted seats of the train, breaking the metal bar on top of the bench free. A shower of sparks and a few blue flashes came from its mangled form. Her new "weapon" was hollow and perhaps three feet in length. Alaire gripped it like a crowbar, giving a few experimental swings. She winked at Elias. Alaire also grabbed a few of the larger shards of glass from the smashed window, wrapping them in her bandanas. She tucked the lovely care packages securely into her bag. She had no idea what the reward system of "The Game" entailed. It was best to be prepared.
And then there were constellations. Why did all of the others' sound so much cooler than hers? Was it because she had skooshed a skeeto instead of killing an ill-equipped passenger? She had to pick one eventually... but the questio was would more constellations emerge to sponser her?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:24 (1 Year ago)
Elias let out a soft sigh.
Why did that sound so... familiar?
Without hesitation he picked one.
His gut was telling him to pick the second one.
And so, he did. He just tapped on the second option.
[Constellation [A Crow Cries Upon the Shoulder of the Spear-Struck Hero] laughs in glee.]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:29 (1 Year ago)
She hoisted the crowbar on her shoulder like a baseball bat, still watching the compartment door with some trepidation. She had no idea what would come through it.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:34 (1 Year ago)
Crap.
He glanced around nervously, the tips of his index fingers pressed together.
A message appeared in front of Alaire and Elias.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the favor of two contellations above [Fable] grade!]
He jumped back in surprise.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.