WEEK 8.

[trustharder]

WEEK 8 Another two Survivors have died this week. Shirazu and Aiden both cared deeply for their families and ultimately, their lives were lost because of an incentive targeting their loved ones. Who will fall victim to an incentive this week? Who will survive? That's up to you all, isn't it? Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not... If you venture up to the seventh floor, you'll find that there aren't another set of stairs leading upwards. It seems that this is as high as you can go. You're free to explore, of course, but you won't have any new rooms to discover. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 10

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week eight of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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Kitchen

[goodforsomething]

[Stan wanders into the kitchen, looking a bit zoned out. Apparently someone is still having dreams.]

Oh, hey.

[.....right, weren't they talking about this?]

So...turns out you can kill demons after all!

[cherryblooded]

[Well, if there's anything that would get his attention right away, it's that.]

Explain how.

[goodforsomething]

Trick him into goin' into your mind, and bang - [Stan grins, miming firing a gun into his own temple.] - wipe it out. Easy as anything.

[You know, if you're okay with mutually assured destruction]

[cherryblooded]

Risky. [To say the least.] But if I could wipe that scum from the face of the earth once and for all, might be worth it.

[goodforsomething]

It was for me.

But it'd be a shame for you to have to die, too. Maybe you could get him into someone else's head and do it that way. Depends on what he'd be lookin' for, I guess.

[cherryblooded]

[...wait, hold on.]

So you died?

[goodforsomething]

Ehhhhh. [Stan waggles a hand.] Ford said it'd wipe my memories and personality, so I guess kinda? I sure as hell shouldn't still be here like this.

[He gestures to encompass all of himself.]

...not too sure what that's about.

[cherryblooded]

...Well, whatever happened, it was noble of you.

[To do that thinking he would, essentially, die. To willingly do that.]

[goodforsomething]

[Stan just shrugs.]

He had the kids. He would've killed one of 'em if Ford hadn't let him in his head - but I can still do a damn good impression of my brother when I want to. [He chuckles at the thought of it, now that he's more distant from the act itself. One last con, one last time playing as Stanford Pines. It makes sense, really. He killed Stanley a long time ago.] I was okay with goin' out if it meant fixin' all that.

And hey, I got to punch that sucker into little fiery pieces. That was great.

[cherryblooded]

Guess there's no better way to go out than protecting someone you love and getting rid of someone you hate.

[He'd do the same, if he had the chance.]

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, it was a pretty good deal.

[Stan seems genuinely satisfied with this outcome.]

...'course, looks like I'm doin' okay anyway. Could be part of whatever the Kingmaker did to everyone's memories - I doubt you all got hit with the same thing as me before comin' here. [He frowns thoughtfully. Does he even remember as much as he thinks he does? Would he know if there were things he'd forgotten?] You've, uh...you've never noticed me havin' senior moments, have you?

[He feels as sharp as ever, but again, would he even be able to tell?]

[cherryblooded]

From where I'm standing, you're aging well, don't worry.

[...other than the fact that he's about child-age in shrimp terms. It's not his fault.]

[goodforsomething]

That's good! Ford made it sound like it'd be pretty bad.

[But here he is, with...well, he's fuzzy on recent events, but likely no worse than anyone else here. Stan really didn't want to be some kind of invalid; he'd rather be gone entirely than that.]

But I guess I can just keep on blamin' the Kingmaker for everything!

[cherryblooded]

That's much more fun than blaming your own choices.

[...he's not saying it in a mean way. It's just the truth.]

[goodforsomething]

Sure is! Besides, I'm not about to get mad over a few side-effects from savin' my family - it's a lot better to have a target!

[He made his choice, and he'd accept the results. But if someone else has been fucking with his head on top of that, well, all bets are off.]

[cherryblooded]

Good to have you in the 'we hate the Kingmaker' club.

[goodforsomething]

What, like we're not all in that?

[cherryblooded]

There's levels of membership. Second tier, you get a T-shirt.

[goodforsomething]

Huh! Well, what's it look like?

[cherryblooded]

Naturally it has the winning picture of our gracious Kingmaker on it [so a dickbutt], but crossed out in red.

[goodforsomething]

Is it black? Black's a good color on me!

[cherryblooded]

Comes in black, white, and chartreuse.

[Chartreuse doesn't actually look good on anybody. It's a design choice or something.]

[goodforsomething]

Oooooh, chartreuse. Good thinking. That'll really bring out his features.

[It will be the ugliest thing ever seen.]

[cherryblooded]

[It'll be perfect.]

Won't it? We'll get a shirt for everyone and one for him, too.

[goodforsomething]

Maybe if we ask nice, he'll wear it on our first date~

Blood looks good on chartreuse! [no it does not]