[Center][h1]MASTER OF CEREMONIES[/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] [Center][h2][color=4BBB7D]AVENUE[/color][/h2][/center] Key rises after her christening, tears flowing from her eyes. Perhaps, at first, you think this is weakness. But her mouth gives away the truth: She is weeping with joy. Her smile shines as you've never seen it, and she bows to you despite the pain on her back. "Thank you for this honor, Avenue. I will assist you in ushering forth Hope into the world." She turns then, addressing the gathered mass. "Hope will require items for her arrival. We must build the gate, and she has shown it to me. We must construct a ring of stones upon the ground, with greater stones on the North, South, East, and West points. Within this Circle we must place 14 altars... Upon those altars we will sacrifice 6 of the faithless. 6 of the faithful. One who is without blemish or scar, and One who has been broken. They shall each be sacrificed with 7 knives, with no knives shared between them. Upon this circle will our flesh join, Avenue... and Hope will rush up to consume us, the final sacrifice, and we shall be as one with Hope, to purge all frailty and weakness from this broken world!" Her calm demeanor had become something of deranged excitement over the course of her speech, and she looks at you, Avenue, when she is finished. The look they hold for you has fundamentally changed. You no longer see resentment, but desire. Desire for you. What do you do? [Center][h2][color=fdc68a]ALCOHOL[/color] & [color=ed1c24]PEPSI[/color][/h2][/center] Pepsi, you have found yourself in a small, locked room made primarily from wood but reinforced with chain link fencing wrapped around the outside. The door is basically a pair of logs that can swivel outward, and have a pair of iron bars placed across them to keep them shut. you have a small window, but the chain link keeps your hand from going through it. Alcohol is here, with several of his town guards, and they seem to be assessing what should happen now. What do you do? Alcohol, you've got Pepsi locked up in the prison, apparently at your mercy. His hands and clothes are still wet with First's blood, and the metallic scent of blood hangs in the air. Twice is speaking to you in a hushed tone. "I say we shoot him now and be done with it," his voice harsh and conspiratorial. " We don't need some murderer running around and planting rebellious notions into the people." Glock, another of the guards, raises her hand. "I don't want to risk starting a fight with Plaza. They're one of the bigger holds, and we just don't compare with them for fighting force. We would need an alliance before we could do anything... but I don't want him wandering around, either." Alcohol, you're no stranger to finding yourself between two shitty choices. You know the Jaguares from Plaza will be on you as soon as they learn you've killed Pepsi. You also know Pepsi will continue to murder. And if he's sitting here, he's costing you additional manpower to keep an eye on him. What do you do? [center][h2][color=BCBCBC]SPARROW[/color], [color=ec582c]MILK[/color], & [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]HEMLOCK[/color][/h2][/center] Sparrow, you've watched this conversation and seen that Milk and Hemlock seem to have parted ways peacefully, but something is tugging at the periphery of your senses. A sudden, powerful wrongness. As your eyes instinctively turn, you witness one of the monsters of the chasm. There is no other thing that such a shape could be. It is shaped something like a human, if the human were wrapped in layer after layer of shiny plastic ribbons, midnight black in color. the ribbons of its body twirl and shift in ways the still air could not cause, and it slowly begins reaching a blunted arm towards Milk, the ribbons slowly snaking forth from the tip of its long stump like winding fingers, whirling through the grass towards Milk's legs... What do you do? Milk, as you make your way from the hut, you feel something tug at your ankles. At first it feels like perhaps you simply got mildly tangled in some fallen vines, but the way they stretch and cling to you is far too unnatural to be vines. As you look down, you realize you've been ensnared in a growing tangle of black, plastic tape. You've seen this substance before, when Twix showed you the inner workings of something called a VHS. As you come to realize that this is not natural, the mass tugs hard on your ankles, pulling you to the ground... What do you do? 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