Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 11:30:05 GMT -5
"One of us here is a murderer. If you value your life, step forward."
Their gazes fell from his as they all studied the carpet with sudden interest. Some looked to each other with accusations brewing behind their eyes, but no one said a word. The grandfather clock chimed, marking the time: nine o'clock at night. Someone was weeping, though they hid it from the others. As the minutes ticked by, no one said a word, afraid of what chaos would erupt soon. Eventually, the man at the head of the room cleared his throat.
"Well, then," he rumbled. "If no one is going to admit it, then I guess it is time to start." Cracking his knuckles, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. Adjusted his glasses. Clearing his throat again. Then began to read. "The rules are as follow. You may not cease another player's life. You may not bar other players. You may both be in the same room. You may work together. You may lie." He peered over his glasses and added with a sneer, "Anyone found breaking these rules will have their life cut off suddenly, using any means necessary. Understood?"
The small gathering each gave acknowledgement. A pair of adult twins, eyes glassy with fear, timidly nodded in unison. A tall woman, lip curled in disgust, motioned for the man to speed along. An older gentleman rubbed his mustache, thoughtful, before giving a thumbs up. Next to him, a young lady with a bandaged nose forced a pained smile.
"Alright. Everyone is ready." The head of the room glanced to the clock, then said, "You may begin."
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And so it begins. Just this weird Clue-inspired story I'll eventually finish in-between Blood's Descent and mister lonely.
Their gazes fell from his as they all studied the carpet with sudden interest. Some looked to each other with accusations brewing behind their eyes, but no one said a word. The grandfather clock chimed, marking the time: nine o'clock at night. Someone was weeping, though they hid it from the others. As the minutes ticked by, no one said a word, afraid of what chaos would erupt soon. Eventually, the man at the head of the room cleared his throat.
"Well, then," he rumbled. "If no one is going to admit it, then I guess it is time to start." Cracking his knuckles, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. Adjusted his glasses. Clearing his throat again. Then began to read. "The rules are as follow. You may not cease another player's life. You may not bar other players. You may both be in the same room. You may work together. You may lie." He peered over his glasses and added with a sneer, "Anyone found breaking these rules will have their life cut off suddenly, using any means necessary. Understood?"
The small gathering each gave acknowledgement. A pair of adult twins, eyes glassy with fear, timidly nodded in unison. A tall woman, lip curled in disgust, motioned for the man to speed along. An older gentleman rubbed his mustache, thoughtful, before giving a thumbs up. Next to him, a young lady with a bandaged nose forced a pained smile.
"Alright. Everyone is ready." The head of the room glanced to the clock, then said, "You may begin."
xx
And so it begins. Just this weird Clue-inspired story I'll eventually finish in-between Blood's Descent and mister lonely.
