The room was silent as the group members sat around amongst the debris, victims of Willis' awful game. As they sat around waiting for something to happen, Kristoff stood upright.
"I don't think we should do anything. Willis is trying to drive us apart and who knows if we can't just ignore his little game altogether. We've come too far to let anything break us apart even more. What do you say?"
There were some murmurs of agreement from the assembled group.
"Yeah that's one idea." Said Mark, shrugging his shoulders.
Kristoff turned to look at him with a frown.
"Well what's yours?" He asked suspiciously.
Mark looked over and shrugged again.
"This?" He said as he pulled the trigger of his gun. The air filled with the sound of a loud gunshot. There were gasps from the other group members, followed by a sudden thud against the debris-stricken ground.
Kristoff lay there, blood pooling beneath him. He reached up and touched his chest. More was coming out than he could do anything with.
"Y....I.........."
He mouthed weakly. Then he looked up to the air above him.
"Save me......Roth........." He muttered.
Airlea, Marek and Brie rushed over quickly to try and move him from the middle of the room but it was no good. He was losing too much blood. His wrist was also starting to bleep strangely.
"S...Sarah.....I'm....I'm s-sorry....." He muttered. Then under his breath he whispered.
"Melissa......"
His wrist beeped faster and faster and faster. Something was flashing under the skin. Finally it came to a stop as Kristoff gurgled out and died.
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The world has turned to darkness. But that happened before this. Dying isn't a new experience but it doesn't feel any easier this time.
The first time you died, you didn't remember it for a long time. You wound up in purgatorio with only the recollections of life's horrors and not your own demise. You remembered Melissa. You saw her up there, but it wasn't really her. You wonder where she truly is. You can feel her calling out to you and you feel so alone.
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I can undo all that has been done..."
The voice sinks into your essence, and you wonder for a brief second if it's her. Probably not. It sounds different. Is that Pandora? You want to change things....You want to make everything undone. But too much has happened. You reached out to a box in purgatorio that you thought could do it all. But it didn't then and it won't now.
Is this why Roth sent you here? Surely not. Surely there must have been more. These are your thoughts as everything you are, and everything you once were fade into the shadows. You focus on Melissa's memory and use that to keep you going just long enough.
No matter what happens...you will find her and make it right...
You have been killed. This is a sad event that no player wants, but it's part and parcel of the game. It may not be the end though as there are revives from death in this game.
Please ensure you still follow the game rules. You may post in your journal but do not attempt to contact any players outside of the game.
