INTRODUCTION

[petoskeymods]

INTRODUCTION

A sound wakes you up, muffled yet somehow near - the sound of a trumpet being played, from somewhere outside the building you're in. There's no fog, no headache as you greet a new day - only the confusion of being in an unfamiliar cabin, lying on top of an unfamiliar bunk bed in somewhere that is certainly not where you last closed your eyes. You're also pretty sure you weren't wearing this outfit before you somehow arrived here - so that's an uncomfortable thought. Yet, the cabin you're in is comfortable, but looking in the steamer trunks near the bunks will only result in finding normal toiletry items and sets of underwear and more of the same strange uniform. Your personal items have been stripped away - well, in the cases they're not absolutely essential for you to live.

Stepping outside, you find yourself in a very forested (and ungodly humid) area, outlooking a wide lake - there's cabins and other buildings next to yours, but the main thing that'll most likely attract attention are the three adults standing out in front of the largest building, bearing the name 'LODGE' on it in large letters. A woman, an older man, and a man in full priest garb, tooting away on a trumpet - your wakeup call, apparently. Just in front of them is a picnic table littered with markers and 'MY NAME IS' nametags.

Maybe you should go and demand some answers? Or will you just decide to explore...and try to find a way out of this weird camp?

Comments

[ballisdeath]

Okay, so let's tally up the evidence, dudes.

ONE! Hunters out to shoot us down, with warning shots as a precaution!
TWO! Some of us were dead when we came here, and now aren't!
THREE! Pastor Dan wouldn't give me a straight answer about how long I'd live!
FOUR! Stan said we all came out in vans! Unless someone wiped my mind after saving me from baseball bullets up to this moment, that's fuckin' bullshit!
FOUR-POINT-TWO! None of us remember getting here!

Deduction? Shit's fucked and we can't leave! And before you no-shit-Sherlock me, I just came from a ritual killing game! So did Gonta! Something's up with this camp and the sooner we find out, the better our odds are!

[ You would not believe what paranoia does to a guy. ]

So hey, counselors! Pastor! Where the fuck are the vans? I'm opting the hell out!

[velocirainbow]

Ja, it's definitely fishy, bro. I want out too. But do you really think dey're gonna just let us go? We basically prisoners of war wid a nice coat a paint.

[ He says, covered in Ren's blood and shirtless now. ]

[ballisdeath]

There's more of us than there are them. Some of you guys even have superpowers! So like, even if we're just teenagers we can still ruin their lives enough to get the hell out of here, yeah?

[ he's not going to say 'kill them' until he has proof that they need to be killed For Obvious Reasons ]

[petoskeymods]

There are no Vans.

[:)]

[ballisdeath]

... wha-- Then what the fuck was Stan talking about! That's a contradiction!

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru's... around. Probably leaning against a wall with his arms crossed if there's one available.]

Not all of us are from earth, and those of us who weren't were brought here despite that.

Additionally, whatever power brought us here is stronger than a goddess with the power to rearrange fate, if they're to be believed.

[He did talk rather publicly with Red about that if anyone was listening.]

[ballisdeath]

Not from Earth?! You're shitting me! Are you seriously--

... fuck, aliens too?! Since when were you guys the one to get abducted?!

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta is visibly shaken, horribly confused, and very worried.]

G-Gonta did come from killing game like Leon said... But Gonta not sure we get out that easy...

[Why this.]

[ballisdeath]

Sure the hell not, with people wandering around with guns willing to shoot at things that clearly ain't deer!

[kitchen_witch]

Please, calm down!

[It's not doing any good for her own state of mind]

We should be careful - I don't think the priest is human.

[He knows Too Much]

[ballisdeath]

Okay, so do you like-- have evidence for that? I'm not saying that creepy fuck isn't weird as hell, but not human? Is he a robot or something?

[diesifkilled]

He's definitely not human. When I punched him, it felt like hitting a brick wall. If I hadn't strengthened my hand, it probably would've broken.

[monsterofgod]

[ This sort of panic isn't going to help their situation. He thinks this to himself like he wasn't panicking at the beginning. He still feels anxious without his armlet, even if it only helps him to wield his God Arc. Lenka's without his and-- ]

Calm down, newbie. [ He can only think of saying something that Lindow might say. ] We're kidnapped. What did you expect? All we need to do is not die and survive. [ Yeah. That sounds good. ]

[ballisdeath]

Not die. Right. Not die.

[ Now that he thinks about it, that is priority number one for him, too. ]

But what if this is... look, Gonta and I came from a killing game run at different periods of time or-- or place or whatever. What if this is one? Do you know what a killing game is?

[warmyyarny]

I'm not 100% sure yet, but it seems to me a few of us come from the same place, like four of us.

[He's including Cielo in that because his power is so similar to his. He thinks Cielo comes from, who knows, the far past, or the far future, or something]

[ballisdeath]

Really? Damn... I guess count me and Gonta in that pile too, we know the same shitdick that put us in a killing game last time.

[velocirainbow]

It IS really weird dat you guys have de same skills as me. Zio ain't exactly a term de othas know, right? But you all familiar wid it. Same with Agi, and all a dat.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie has gone from petrified to angry and petrified. He steps towards Leon.]

The pastor also said some shit about it being a new chapter in my life. We also gotta go to a fucking sermon every day.

Also... I'm pretty fucking sure it'd be fucking impossible to drive every single one of us from our homes to fucking MICHIGAN overnight. MICHIGAN!.

And you forgot the fact that someone had to dress us before we woke up. That's twisted shit right there.

[homeecspacecop]

[A ritual killing game??]

[Chuuta repeats Drew's question so everyone else can hear it.]

A ritual killing game? What are you talking about??

[soylentprotag]

[Funnily enough, he isn't nearly as put together as he was while they were tending to Ren and blood was everywhere -- there's still a few spots left on his uniform, but he seems to be paying those no mind. Lenka's more or less pulled himself together, though, and is giving Leon's yelling and the subsequent discussion some more thought.]

... What is the point of a ritual killing game? How do you end it?

[He still doesn't understand the point of summer camp itself, but if it's a cover for something like this, then they'll have a whole lot more to figure out about why this is happening. He refuses to just sit back and accept this.

Especially because Soma is here. He doesn't want to see any of the people here hurt, but Soma especially -- he can't let his teammates get dragged into something like this.]

about that bullet

[velocirainbow]

So. About de whole brudda gettin' shot thing.

[ Cielo holds up the bullet from earlier they extracted. ]

Dis stuff? Serious business. Dis de kinda ammo me an' me comrades would use. Dis de high-grade stuff. Stuff designed to kill instantly. Military. Dey packin' some serious firepower.

[linearcrash]

[ Huh... ]

What the hell is a van?

[ That's the important part of all of that. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[Talcott is here for all of this, tucked away in the shade, watching this go down. Do they really think yelling about everything is going to help? Running off half-cocked like Ren did? They need a plan, they need to observe.

Know thy enemy He could practically hear Cor's voice in his mind.

He needs a notebook, he needs his knives, he needs to start working all of this out. Until he has those things he's staying out of the spotlight, observing, following as many conversations as he can.]

[romancekiller]

[she agrees with all of this on how messed up it is being kidnapped here and not being allowed to leave but hearing that last part makes her pause] You came from a ritual killing game?

[diesifkilled]

[After thinking it over for a moment, Shirou speaks up too.]

I don't know exactly what you mean by ritual killing games, but... there was a ritual that involved killing back where I came from. That ended a while ago, though, and I don't think it's directly related to this camp.