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Wirt/Beatrice: after OTGW. Beatrice's a bird again for plot reasonsPeter/Egon: taking only GB1 and 2 as canonCahara/D'Arce: on the way to ending A: The God Of Fear and HungerSalad: pre-the last episodeJimmy: AU where he leaves the Tulpa with CurlyQuimbly: doesn't matter but the Smiling Friends helped himGummygoo: after episode 4Hailey-Anne: after ykw3Shoko: after Liberation Maiden SINAngela: AU. Dissapears at some point during LobCorpTomás: post La Fundación (interpretative ending so he lives!) (so the ending I don't agree with)Huntress: post-being taken by the entityPurse; in the middle of Backpack heroNeopolitan: after Roman's death, and before the events of volumen 9 and the Cat shenannigans. I haven't watched that
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[Current location: ???]???: wake up…???: wake up…???: WAKE UP, WIRT!Wirt slowly awoke, spitting out dirt that had somehow gotten inside of himWirt: where are—Beatrice?Beatrice: the one and only, who did you think?Wirt: yeah, of course. I only know one talking annoying BirdBeatrice seemed offended by the interactionWirt: wait…bird? You’re a bird again?Beatrice: yeah…I don’t know either….but I’ve grown used to It!Wirt got up, and Beatrice stood on his shoulderWirt: well…where are we, though? Not the woods, that’s for sureBeatrice: hey, don't ask me! Plus, we are not alone. Should we ask the rest?Wirt: ew…what if they are dangerous? Or evil?Beatrice: Wirt…stop being a coward!Wirt let out a sigh, and walked towards the nearest landmark[Current location: near a statue]The duo approached a statue, where a…pixelated…wierd…thing was dancing???: oh, hey! You here to check out my Gwimbly dance? Oh-oh-oh!Beatrice: what’s a Gwimbly dance????: AH! No way, you don’t know me? I’m Gwimbly, I’m the ultimate gaming icon!Wirt: how come I never heard of you, then…also, what do you mean ultimate?Gwimbly: oh! Yeah! The people here have decided to name themselves after some talent, and so, I’m the ultimate gaming icon!Beatrice: that’s some gall on the guy…do you know where we are?Gwimbly: me? It’s some…place, alright! Like a swamp of sorts?Wirt: EW! was that not dirt?!?Beatrice: I…night have fed you to wake you upWirt:...man, and I actually do like dirt…Gwimbly: well, oh-oh-oh! Tell me if you need anything!Beatrice: do you know who we should talk to first?Gwimbly: anyone but the Jimmy guy, that’s for sure! Or, you know…the one with the axesWirt: AXES?!?almost as if called, a muscular figure carrying an axe and a belt full of hatchets approached the three???: ты мне звонил?Beatrice: uhm—Gwimbly: oh, Hi!???: Меня зовут Анна. я величайшая охотницаBeatrice: I…may be able to translate It. I think she said her name's Anna…the ultimate huntressWirt:...HUNTRESS?!?Anna: (“most people just call me The Huntress, server of the entity. Somehow, for some reason, I do not feel the need to target you”)Wirt: well, that's…good! Nice to…meet you?The Huntress looked at Wirt with a very uninterested lookWirt: well—Beatrice and I actually have to go!Gwimbly: woah, woah! Who are YOU two?!?Wirt: why, I am Wirt, I don’t think I have one of those ultimate things…I’m just a very regular…Beatrice: Wirt’s the ultimate Pilgrim! Although sometimes, ultimate pushover fits even better!Wirt:..I actually don’t mind that. And the bird’s Beatrice! She’s uh…Beatrice: the ultimate guide, of course!Gwimbly: well, nice to meet you two!Huntress: (“...whatever. Just don’t try anything stupid”)Wirt shuddered at the words, translated by Beatrice, of the rabbit masked woman.Wirt: we…we go now, right? RIGHT?In a burst of panic, Wirt grabbed Beatrice by the wing and rushed to literally anywhere elseFour people waited for them where they were headed. Well…waited was an overstatement[Current location: near a fountain]???: misses, we simply need to scan you. There’s been unnaturally high EMP activity detected around your presence…???2: woah! You two look very cool! What are you?A man with a strange janitor-like uniform was intereogating a young girl. And looking closely, there were TWO men with the strange janitor-like uniformsBeatrice: woah, sir! Leave the girl alone!Wirt: yeah! What…she said!???3: holy fuck! Is that a talking bird?!?!?Beatrice: oh, why I oughta—Wirt: guys, guys…let’s not fight…let’s introduce each other, shall we?Beatrice: and NOW you take lead? Man, pushover! I’m Beatrice, the ultimate guide, and the gnome is Wirt, the ultimate pilgrim!Wirt: I’m not a—???2: oh! Let me! I am the famous…legendary…Hailey Anne Thomas! The ultimate detective!???: I’m Egon Spengler. My friend there’s Peter Velkman, the ultimate Ghostbuster. I’m the ultimate scientistPeter: we betted the title of ultimate Ghostbuster through rock paper scissors and I won. Pretty cool, right?Hailey: what’s a Ghostbuster, really?Peter: you…you haven't heard of us? We saved New York?Hailey: oh! I…still don’t know you!Wirt came closer in order to overhear Peter mumble something about “those darn kids”Egon: pardon my partner, but I do find It wierd you haven’t heard of the Ghostbuster name. I’d play our ad for you…if I found a TV anywere???: I know where a TV is!Wirt turned around, to see a talking…humanoid…mouse carrying a backpack too big for her???: my name is Purse, I am the ultimate backpacker!Hailey: Oh my god you are adorable!Purse: uhm..thank you, I guess!Wirt: so where’s that TV? Does it tell us why we’re here?Purse: not exactly…but like…the girls are examining It!Peter:...the girls?Egon: my god, Peter. Not againWirt: we’ll go check! Thank you, guys!Wirt brought Beatrice along in the search of that accursed TVBeatrice:...was that just an excuse so you wouldn’t have to talk to people again?Wirt: yupBeatrice let out a sigh as the two continued aimlessly walking, having forgotten the tiny detail of asking which direction to goand then, a person in armor interrupted the two???: HALT! in the name of the knights of the golden sun!Wirt: AH! I’M TOO YOUNG TO GO TO JAIL!???: you are not being sent to the dungeons. Let me introduce myself and my squire here…???2: I am not your squire—???: I am the ultimate knight, named D’Arce! And this here is—???2: let me introduce myself! I am the ultimate Mercenary, named Cahara!Beatrice: Mercenary…and knight? What is this, the middle ages?D’Arce: …what is this middle ages you speak of? I assure your, our time is contemporary to yours…Cahara: now that you mention It…everyone here looks so different from expected…maybe it’s the dungeons messing with our heads?D’Arce:...perhaps…do you think we should—Cahara: woah-woah-woah-woah! Let’s not…let’s not rush to violence! Who are we, Ragnavald?Wirt: who is this…Ragnavald?Cahara: the outlander friend of ours, of course! He’s not here, sadly…but I'm pretty sure he’s happier wherever he isD’Arce: not touching dear Le’Garde, I hope…go on with your quest, travellers. You folk seem innocent enough…unlike that Jimmy person..Cahara: Or Anna, don’t forget Anna…D’Arce: Anna is obviously dangerous, yes, but didn’t seem as actively antagonistic as JimmyBeatrice: yeah..Gwimbly has warned us of that Jimmy fellow…Wirt: well, if we can go…then we shall! Wirt ultimate pilgrim and Beatrice ultimate guide, by the way!Having spoken all of that with a speed he didn’t know he had, Wirt, with his companion following along, continued on his quest…until he found a person passed out on the ground[Current location: near passed out guy]Beatrice: wake up…Beatrice: wake up…Beatrice: WAKE UP!???: ugh…Donde…Donde estoy?Wirt tilted his head at the foreign language words of the person???: oh…english? I’ll tryWirt: what happened? Name’s Wirt, I am the ultimate Pilgrim, and my friend the bird is Beatrice, the ultimate guide!???: a bird..that talks? It must be part of La Fundación…I am Tomás. What is this…ultimate you speak of?Beatrice: the people around here refer to themselves by titles like that…we don’t really get it eitherTomás: ah…I see…I don’t know if I have one. Ultimate…Ultimate…Wirt: hey, man, you don’t look okay, you need a rest?Tomás: Sí, por favor…Tomás quickly fell to the ground once more, but Wirt put him leaning against a tree, hopefully putting him in a more confortable positionBeatrice: so we don’t know what this guy’s talent is, eh?Wirt: he doesn’t look okay. Maybe we’ll ask him later. I know the feeling too wellBeatrice:...needa talk about It?Wirt: nahBeatrice: hey, all of this…uhm…aren’t you forgetting someone?Wirt: huh? Who?Beatrice: Greg isn’t here…are you sure he’ll be okay?Wirt: Greg…OH MY GOD GREG! he…he’s probably at home. He’s safe. I…Beatrice: relax, Wirt, relax…probably bad timing on my part, but I can’t believe you forgot about him that long…Wirt tried to convince himself Greg was safe. He had to. For his own sanity. Perhaps if he believed it hard enough it’d be realThe two continued on their way, leaving their spanish friend and Greg-related worries behind.And eventually, and somehow managing to get lost inside the relatively small swamp, they got to It…[Current location: near the TV]Six people huddled around the TV, most of them human,with two notable exceptions.???: well, what d’we got here????2: a piece of trash, It seems. Fucking useless.???3: oh, please, I-I’m sure we can solve this without a-altercations…???4: this…doesn’t feel right anyway???5: congratulations. You got the point.Beatrice: hey—hi? I’m Beatrice, the ultimate guide…and the gnome’s Wirt. Who are all of ya?Wirt: I’m not a gnome, for the record…I’m also the ultimate pilgrim???2: great, another kid forcing us to role-fucking-play. I’m Jimmy, I’m the ultimate captain. Need I say anything more or are we done with the facade?Pushing Wirt aside and mumbling something, Jimmy left the groupBeatrice: wow. TRULY an asshole???: some people never grow…name’s Gummygoo, mates. I’m the ultimate bandit???4: so you ARE a criminal, thenGummygoo: wha—no! Me and the lads do what we do for a reason, shelia. Ya wouldn’t get it.???4: it’s Shoko! I’m the ultimate pilot and the president of New Japan, for those who didn’t know. Pilot of the liberator Kamui.???3: may I ask what a liberator is?Shoko: a mech. That enough for you????3: seemingly so. Oh! My manners! My name is Salad Fingers, the ultimate party host…I’ve been described as a mad distinguished chap by some!Wirt: oh, well…nice to meet you all. And how come you haven't said anything?Wirt looked in the direction of a woman with hair split in the middle between pink and black???5: Neopolitan’s a mute. She, however, is the ultimate copycat.Neopolitan noddedWirt: alright…and you????5: I am the ultimate Sephirot, Angela. One of the top bodies at the Lobotomy Corporation. I am also the one in control of this place’s technology, with few notable exceptionsNeopolitan pointed at the TV with her umbrellaAngela: yes, the TV is indeed one of them, with It being someone else’s departmentGummygoo: department? Now, what are we talking about????: me. She’re talking about m eThe TV suddenly turned on, showing a humanoid face in It???: I am Voice, cohost number two of this experience, yare yare daze. I still believe I deserve a raiseAngela: why does pure technology like you or I need money anyway?Voice: goddamit Angela, don’t take everything that seriously. Eh, hey, you all!Wirt: y-yes?Voice: stay here! My…coworker will being the rest here eventually,right????: And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am here!A robotic horse appeared in front of everyone, leading a group of everyone Wirt had met in this swamp???: name’s Horace, Horace Horseshow! You could call me ultimate tech!Voice: by that logic, I’m the ultimate programming…goddamit, Horace.Angela: ah. It does seem like time has come earlier than expected…Peter: time for what, exactly?Jimmy: great. More stupid activities for me and the wierdo crew I’m stuck with…Purse: Jimmy, I hate you with a passion, I am not kidding.Huntress: (“what do YOU want!”)Angela: I want to run an experiment. See…this is a game of sortsGwimbly: oh! I like games!Angela: the nature of which will remain secret for now. But, the rules are simple. Do the honors…Horace: it’s a game where Killers get rewarded, and victims get punished! You see, if you manage to kill someone and you aren't caught by your fellow classmates…Voice?Voice: I hate you so much, Horace…but yes. In case you aren’t caught, you’ll get to know the true nature of this experiment and Will be granted freedom. But if you are, you’ll face the same fate as your chosen victim…deathHuntress huffed, and threw a hatchet in Horace’s direction, hitting him in the left eyeHorace:....OH! It seems one of our participants is a little rebellious!Angela: Anna, I’ll warn you once since the rules weren't properly explain, but my cohosts are not to be harmed in any way.Angela snapped her fingers, causing a series of blue chains to surround Huntress’s bodyHuntress: кусок дерьма!Beatrice: woah! I…I don’t think I can translate that—-Angela: while Horace gets fixed…please…step inA giant space ships surfaced from under the muddy watersTomás: woah—Jimmy: oh, baby! Horse-run spaceships? Am I dreaming or did I have too much mouthwash?!?D’Arce tried to jump into Angela’s way, but Cahara stopped herCahara: do you want to DIE?!?!?Wirt didn't know what to say. All words had left his brain.As the door to the spaceship opened, he stepped in.Ultimate pushover, doing what he was told. But this time…he truly didn’t have a choice.It was life or death, and a part of him was tempted of chosing the latter.He stepped inside, and lost consciousness.[Surviving participants: 16/16][Surviving masterminds: 3/3]
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[Current location: Space Shuttle. Wirt’s room]Wirt, preocupated and paranoid, pondered over the paper the map was imprimted onAn information panfletWirt: I don’t…get this, really…Beatrice: oh, come on Wirt! It’s a map! What’s not to…Wirt: WE ARE ON SPACE, BEATRICE!Beatrice: …ohWirt: we are dammed, I can’t follow these directions, and most of the people here are potential criminals!Beatrice: h-hey, don’t let them hear that!Wirt: fuck you, Beatrice. It’s over.Beatrice: okay! Fuck you too!Wirt looked out the window at the stars belowWirt:...I’m sorry. I’m just…a killing game?Wirt heard a knock on the doorAngela: have you slept well, Wirt?Wirt closed the door on Angela’s faceAngela: refusal to participate Will lead to execution. Are you sure you want to do that?Wirt opened the door.Wirt:...where does It state that?Angela: the rules, Wirt. Have you not checked out your travel guide?Beatrice: I’ve been trying to get him to!Angela:...I see. Come have dinner when you are ready. It is not compulsory to do so, but recomendedAngela closed the door behind her without even touching ItBeatrice: she’s…not good newsWirt: …let’s check out that travel guideWirt grabbed a panflet from his bedWirt: with a place so technologicslly advanced and they give us a paper…Voice: keep complaining. Go on. I dare you.Wirt: …AH!Voice: that’s what I thoughtBeatrice: where did YOU pop from?Voice: the TV, idiots. I LIVE there, remember?Wirt let out a sigh and tried his best to ignore VoiceWirt: travel guide travel guide…Beatrice: you know…I’m kinda glad Gre—Wirt: DON’T!Beatrice: you say! You forgot about him moments prior!Wirt: because of everything that was happening! I wish you never mentioned It!Beatrice: let’s just CHECK OUT that DAMM travel guide!Wirt: YES!Voice: huh. I’m interrupting something here.The TV turned off as Voice left the roomWirt opened the panflet, and looked for the map[🕹️]-[🏋️]-[🛏️]-[🗑️]-[🔥]-[💀]-[🐴]-[🪽]-[❓][🍳]-[🍴]-[🛋️]-[🛏️]-[🚽]-[🚿]-[🏥]-[📺]-[🕰️][⛪]-[🔭]-[🛏️]-[🌷]-[📚]-[🚪]-[🪜]Wirt: that’s a lot to remember…Beatrice: don’t worry, Wirt. I’m sure none of these rooms Will become important in the near future. What’s with the question mark?Wirt: there should really be named some—oh there It is. Oh. It’s simply called misterious roomBeatrice: well isn’t that ominous.Wirt: t-the skull room is called corpse disposal roomBeatrice: o-oh. Well, it’s a killing game…what did you expect?Wirt: I DIDN’T expect to get put into one!Beatrice: okay maybe reading the travel guide was a bad idea…do you…wanna go eat?Wirt: ah yes. Hungry. Exactly what I feel like nowBeatrice: but…maybe some dirt will do you good?Wirt: I’m not leaving this room for a spoon.Beatrice: because you’re antisocial or scared? That…is a genuine questionWirt:...oh, uhm, antisocial. Deffinitly antisocialBeatrice: then you are planning to stay here all night?Wirt: have you SEEN the group we’re stuck with?A growls betrayed Wirt’s actual apetiteWirt:...okay. let’s leave[Current location: cantine]Accepting his imminate fate, Wirt stumbled onto the cantine, Beatrice on his shoulder.Horace: ah! You finally came!Wirt: wo-eh-ah-oh! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE???Horace: the entire afternoon! I am the cook, after all! The rest have already left, by the way! Those who came, at least. We’ve saved you a tupper!Horace pointed to a table full of different tuppers. At least It seemed he cared about nutritionBeatrice: uhm…thank…you?Horace: noooo problem! Genuinely helpful ol’ Horace at your service!With one more plate of food, Wirt left back into his room[Current location: Wirt’s room]Beatrice: are you sure It isn’t wierd that we haven’t found anybody?Wirt: what do you…mean?Beatrice: I know a day hasn’t passed but…specially the fact we didn’t encounter Anna?Wirt:....OH GOD NO!Beatrice: Wirt, breath in, relax…Wirt: what if she’s out and about and—as Wirt was worrying about the potential danger freely lueking the halls, the door to his room opened…But nobody cameBeatrice: oh, look, you have ghosts now!Wirt: don’t you DARE joke about that!Beatrice: hey, I mean…ghosts aren't that wierd.Wirt:...I will be speaking on no experiences with ghosts. I…I think I just need to sleep…Beatrice: goodnight!Wirt: aren’t you going to your room?Beatrice:...can I just…being my birdcage here?Wirt:...scared too?Beatrice: no, no!Wirt snuck out of the room to grab Beatrice’s cage from hers, but encountered someone in betweenD’Arce:...morningWirt: oh! Uh…D'Arce, was It?D’Arce: Wirt…Beatrice: Jesus, why so tense?D’Arce: I think I should explain myself, but me and Cahara have decided to take turns patrolling the halls for your protectionBeatrice: a-aha. And where’w Cahara right now?D’Arce: controlling the sylvian huntress amongst our ranks.Wirt: Sylvian?D’Arce: the rabbit mask can only mean one thing. Look, Wirt. If you wish to stand and Talk, today’s not the day. Perhaps tomorrow, we will take a restWirt: understandable, I—Hearing the conversation, a certain somebody approached the sceneJimmy: hey! People can’t sleep if you guys keep FUCKING babbling about!D’Arce: don’t engage in—Jimmy: SHUT UP! shut up. We are in enough of a hellhole as we are. The last thing we need is people not letting others sleep.more noise for other to come towardsGummigoo: oi, mate…what’s all this noise?Shoko: cease this now, by orders of the president of New Japan!Jimmy: “New Japan” is not a fucking country!The TV turned on to allow Voice to speakVoice:...so none of my business, thenThe TV turned off againShoko: pathetic attempt at a surveillance systemBeatrice: W-Wirt?Wirt: ….I agree with that!While the rest discussed, more like yelled, Wirt attempted to sneak his way back into his room…But was grabbedJimmy: listen here, gnome.Wirt: oh, I’m not a gnome, it’s a—Jimmy: wake me up ever again and I—Jimmy went silence as a loud bang was heard. Wirt looked behind him to see Tomás with a frying panTomás: …thanks for earlier on today, WirtWirt:...appreci…ated?Gummigoo: we deffinitly need some control over ‘ere…D’Arce: it’s what I’ve been sayingTomás: Where's your friend, by the way?D’Arce:...with the huntressWirt: well, glad to see she’s being…watched…say, did any of you open my door before this?Shoko: I can say it wasn’t methe sounds of footsteps interrupted the room: NeopolitanWirt: was…was It you?Neo shruggedShoko: since when are you here?Neo shrugged once againBeatrice: Wirt I think we should deffinitly—The group stepped out of the way to allow Wirt to panickedly run back to his room[Current location: Wirt’s room]Wirt attempted to regulate his breathing when finally in his room.Beatrice: you…you okay?Wirt: no! NO! It hasn’t even been a day. And this is too much. Just too much!Beatrice: hey…don’t…don’t worry…Wirt: oh…Damm. We never got your cageBeatrice:...you have a closet. I Will sleep on a perch for todayWirt opened his closetWirt:...goodnight, BeatriceBeatrice:, goodnight, Wirt…and, after what felt like hours of tossing and torning…Wirt was alseepHe wasn’t sleeping goodBut he was alseep—----------------------------------------------------------it’s your favourite show…[THE END-DAY REWARD!]with Horace and Voice![Setting: living room]Horace: woah, Voice! What a first day for the killing game! Have you heard all the commotion?Voice: ugh, you don’t have to tell me about ItHorace: shouldn’t you have gone stop that?Voice: it’s not part of my job. Thereforth, I don’t careHorace: but Voice! You know what can happen if you don’t do your job!Voice: I appeared. And then realized it’s not my business. So I left. Still better that what you were doing!Horace: what are you saying, Voice? I was making tupperwares for all the participants!Voice: knowing you, that must mean you put the tupperwares on the microwaveHorace: are you not supposed to do that?Voice: goddamit, Horace…See you next time on…[THE END-DAY REWARD]with Horace and Voice—----------------------------------------------------------[Sephirot log, day #1]Angela:...documenting day 1 resulrs. Killing game has begun. As expected, nobody has died yet. There seems to be a bit of an anomaly in the participant number, however. I will be attempting to discover the cause.—----------------------------------------------------------[Current location: Wirt’s room]Wirt’s sleep found itself interrupted by a metallic touch???: hey, you. You’re finally awakeWirt: wh—AgGaghHGHahgHorace the horse was staring at him from the other side of the bedHorace: wakey wakey, Wirt! Today’s a very special day for the killing game!Wirt: H–why…wh—It wasn’t a dreamHorace: I like walking people up! When Voice does It they’re all…grumpy, to say the least.Beatrice flew outside of the closetBeatrice: good morning…Horace: oh, she’s awake too! You two, don’t you dare miss breakfast!Beatrice: why is he so…cheerful?Wirt: and fruity too. Isn’t he supposed to want us dead?Voice: I’m here for that. Die, please. Would be appreciated.Beatrice: I see what Horace means…Wirt: DON’T COMPLIMENT HIM!Voice: as much as I want him scrapped, I do agree you should go eat breakfast. We have an announcement.Wirt attempted to get out of bed, trying harder the more the sudden realization that day might be his last hit. He got himself quickly dressed and, followed by his bird companion, headed to the cantine[Current location: Cantine]The duo headed inside the cantine, and were met with the wierdest group of people they would now have to call “their friends’. As expected, they were amongst the last to comeSalad: oh, morning, chaps! Hope you…had a good rest!Peter: yeah, a good rest. With all this killing game stuff?Egon: the beds are quite confortable, actuallyPurse: point for them! Something positive has to come out of this?Hailey-Anne: I agree with the mouse!Purse: the…mouse?!?Hailey-Anne: isn’t that what you are?Purse: I’m a packrat! And my name’s Purse!Salad: h-hey, let’s all be collected here…Peter: collected, he says!D’Arce: while I understand it’s a hard thing to ask for, I do ask of you not to repeat yesterday’s outburstCahara: what happened yesterday?Shoko: what happened yesterday? A riot, I tell you! Just…random noise.Hailey-Anne: we’ll have to work together to get out of this, guys…Tomás: I agree with the child.Purse: see how It feels to have your name forgotten?Neo silently giggled at the conversationGwimbly: yeah, let’s do this! Maybe a Gwimbly dance Will help calm the nerves? Wo-o-o-o-oh!Egon: I don’t think—Beatrice: so what have we missed?Shoko: yesterday almost repeated itself. Angela also showed up to told us about our…landingGwimbly: oh boy! Are we going to visit Space?Cahara: aren’t we already in this…space?Wirt: so where are the missing people?Tomás: we sent Jimmy on Huntress watch duty, but he snuck out so we sent Gummigoo to watch them bothNeopolitan shook her headPurse: so the two most dangerous people here are on a room together? This can only go wellHailey: but we have somebody to watch—D’Arce: one person who happens to have a crime-related ralent.Cahara: he at least seems capable!Salad: well…I’m sure Angela will take care of anything that happensPeter: yeah. By killing them.Gwimbly: what a…conundrum…right guys? Wo-o-o-o-oh?Shoko:...so where are we landing, really?Cahara: wherever we land, It’s going to be our one chance at escapingD’Arce: oh yes. We will not stay here and cower. We need to escape, or at least fight.Neopolitan raised her fish in agreementEgon: is that all she can do?Tomás: I’d say to cut her some slack.Egon mumbled something in responsePeter: he agrees, I think.Peter whispered something to EgonEgon: no Peter. While you technically can, I don’t think you shouldPeter: you’re such a killjoy, SpenglerBeatrice: what are these two talking about…Wirt: ghostbuster…business?Salad: whatever It is, I don’t think it’s good to keep It a secret!Hailey-Anne: maybe don’t say It like that…you may give the mascots ideas…Almost as if out of nowhere, Angela materializedAngela: we are about to land. There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge for those willing to celebrate the beginning of a new eraSalad: oh, well, I wouldn't be opposed to…Shoko: refrain from It, mister Fingers.Salad: but It is rude to refuse a gift…Shoko: some people deserve refusal. Here we have a clear example.Angela: I do not mind, truly. I am incapable of emotionCahara: yeah, that is….iffy…The doors burst openJimmy: so what’s for breakfast?D’Arce: Jimmy. You were supposed to be on observarion DutyJimmy: eh, I took enough responsability. I deserve a restD’Arce: Anna is a dangerous one. You can’t just—Jimmy: oh. But I did. And what are you going to do? Hit me with a sword? Come on. Killing me will just allow the game to beginAngela: I do not disagree with Jimmy’s wordsPurse: come on! Stop!Jimmy: I’m the fucking ultimate captain, mouse. I Will not be—Purse: MOUSE?!?Purse got on top of the table, and jumped at Jimmy’s facePurse: you are such an asshole, Jimmy! You are in no position to insult us like that!Jimmy: woah! Angry, are you not?Shoko: stop, you two—The doors burst open againGummigoo: I heard commotion! What in the hell—Jimmy: oh great it’s the cro—Gummigoo: Jimmy! What are you—Wirt was about to say something before a realization finally hit himWirt: wait…Beatrice: you thinking something?Wirt: if Jimmy’s here…and Gummigoo’s here…Angela: before you ask, my cohosts are taking control of the situation. Or at least I hope they are.Tomas: what? You can’t trust your own friends?Angela: I wouldn’t exactly call them my…friends. More like associatesTomas: just like back home…Hailey-Anne: you never gave yourself a talent, right? So what kinda associates…Tomas: that’s true. Sorry, I was too…passed out to properly think. But I am the ultimate novelistJimmy: all this secrecism and you’re a fucking writer? Fan fucking tastic.Jimmy stormed off of the roomPurse:...do I follow him?D’Arce: we need not to cause more troubleShoko: we’ll take care of the situation when we have hit ground levelAngela: you are picking up the slang rather quickly. Give us about a couple hours to landWirt: oh, cool. Wait, what am I saying?Beatrice: I mean…I’d also rather be down there than up here. Wanna do anything? We have free time now…D’Arce: I believe we mentioned something about talking the other day?Beatrice: …here’s our entretainmentWirt, with Beatrice following along, joined D’Arce and Cahara in a chat[FREE TIME EVENT]The quartet found themselves a spot near the little churchCahara: this place should suffice. I don’t think anyone wants to come hereD’Arce: the fact this place even has this sort of monument…I find It interesting.Wirt: is this…related to when you called Anna a Sylvia..Sulvo…Syl…D’Arce: Sylvian. Sylvian rituals tend to involv rabbit masks like herBeatrice: so who’s this Sylvian?Cahara: ah! Sylvian’s the old godess of love and feritlity! Marriages are done to her name!D’Arce: you mustn’t be from any Sort of religious upbringing…Wirt: we could say…I…wasn’t?Cahara: hey, Wirt! Catch this!Cahara threw a pinecone Wirt’s directionWirt: w-woah!Cahara: before we went up there, I grabbed some…materials. I think a good luck amulet could do us wellD’Arce: a pinecone pig?Beatrice: Pinecone?Wirt: Pig?Cahara: It Will allow us to escape. Any opportunity matters. Maybe even bring us better loot…D’Arce: Cahara! It is not the time for thievery!Wirt: th-THIEVERY?!?Wirt heard Cahara mutter something about poor-looking peopleCahara: uhm…so what do you think of the pig?Beatrice: it’s still just a pineconeD’Arce: just push some sticks onto the openings.Should do the trickWirt did as toldWirt:...PigWirt didn’t feel any luckier, but enjoyed the company of the faux animalD’Arce: it’s not movingWirt: is It…supposed to move?Wirt looked at the pinecone, now fearful of It springing to lifeAfter seeing nothing, happen, Wirt begun making anotherCahara: looks like we found you some entertainmentWirt spent the while making Pinecone Pigs, chatting with the dungeon duo.They told him of the old gods, like the Sylvian…thing, which Wirt thought of as utter nonsense, but considering their appearances and talents, he didn’t comment on ItD’Arce: shouldn’t we be landing soon? It has been quite some timeCahara: an escape…Beatrice: I don’t think it’ll be that easyCahara: any opportunity matters, Beatrice. Any of them.Wirt noddedWirt: hey, you two!Wirt, returning the favour, threw one of the pigs at Cahara, while handing D’Arce one normallyCahara: I see you have a sense of humor…Wirt:...you’ve been watching over danger. Think of this as a…thank you, I guessD’Arce: thanks acceptedWirt felt his bond with the dungeon duo improve.[Free Time Event’s Over][Current location: hallways]After leaving the church, Wirt noticed certain Horse appriach himHorace: hey you, yes you!Wirt let out an audible noise of dissappintmentWirt: yes, Horace?Horace: we’re landing soon, so head to the door! Who were you with inside there? Imma tell them!Wirt: oh, Caha—Beatrice: WIRT! You pushover…Wirt: hey!Horace opened the door, while Wirt and Beatrice snuck out for the door[Current location: exit door]It seemed like Wirt wasn’t the first person told to gather by HoraceJimmy: oh great. Everyone’s here now?Shoko: we are missing twoHailey-Anne: the Dungeon Duo!Gummigoo: Gee, is that what you callin’ ‘em now?Hailey-Anne: I mean…it’s like an RPG!Gwimbly: I see you are trying to stay positive!Salad: as she should…as we all should!Jimmy: whatever. Breaking news, this is a killing game! Positivity Will lead us nowhere!Purse: so long for the ultimate captain…Jimmy: says the mouseGummigoo: a mouse that kinda overpowered ye, matePeter: so what’s the deal? Who are we calling?Egon: I wonder if there’ll be anything interestingHailey-Anne: do you think we’ll see aliens?Shoko: oh dear noEgon: I’d be inclined to study their biology, thenPeter: nerdEgon: pervert. So anyway, about AnnaHorace: don’t worry about her!Horace approached, followed by the Dungeon Duo, and by a still tied-up Huntress he was dragging along by a chainHorace: NOW you’re complete!Angela: good. Voice?Voice: on ItNeo titles her head on the door’s directionAngela: you would be correct on that assumption. He IS the doorShoko: but I must admit, this is very clean piloting. I didn’t even notice out landingAngela: I’ll accept the complimentVoice: YOU Will?!? I did the piloting!Anna: (“open the damm door. And free me right now!”)Wirt: well…thanks for Bea’s translationBeatrice:...Bea?!?The doors slowly opened in front of the groupVoice: tadaa, or somethingGummigoo: well, chaps? Let’s goAnd the group went through[Current location: Planet #1][🏜️]-[🏜️]-[🏜️][🛰️]-[⛺]-[🏪][🏜️]-[🏛️]-[🍵]The wind blew sand on Wirt’s eyesWirt: woah…so how am I breathing?Angela: you mustn’t worry about oxygen. Everything has been taken care ofJimmy: hey, spaceman here. You can’t…MAKE oxygen out of nowhere?!?Angela: I said. Trust me.Purse: I’m inclined not to?Tomás: well, I AM breathing. And last time we went against her wishes, uhm…He pointed in Anna’s directionAnna: (“my resentment is eternal”)Angela: much like food and water, oxygen is something we thought about. Please, feel free to explore.Gummigoo: I s’ggest we split up. We’re enough for this t’work, ain’t we?Horace handed travel pamphlets to everyoneBeatrice: hum…I assume the satélite entrance is where we are. Then there’s a campsite, a museum, an estate…Tomás: what’s an estate?Wirt: and what the hell is Shop’s Peak II?Shoko: an estate is where they make tea. As for the second thing…Horace: you’ll soon know!Horace hurried off to somewhere unknownBeatrice: well, we all know I’m following you aroundWirt: ha! Who’s the pushover now?D’Arce: I’m staying behind. Just in case.Angela: I Will also stay, as I already know the layout and want to take care of our ofender. Please, the rest of you enjoy your stay.Wirt: so who are we following first?Beatrice: following? Really, pushover?Wirt:...Damm It. Let’s just go in orderAs the two argued, everyone else had already split upBeatrice:...let’s go[Current location: campsite]Abandoned tents formed the place, all set up, but with nobody inside. There was a fire lit in the middleAnd, exploring the tents were a familiar crocodile, mercenary and so-called “captain”Gummigoo: Wirt! What brings ye here?Wirt: just…exploring around!Jimmy: good. Because you’ll find nothing here. It’s all emptyCahara: that’s not true, though. I found a coinBeatrice: a coin?Cahara: it’s rusty. Very rusty. But a coin.Jimmy: great, now you can have 1 more cent in case we get back homeGummigoo: stop that negativity. We will get backCahara: exactly! We ARE getting back home at the first chance!Jimmy:...fucking childish, I sayPushing Wirt away, Jimmy left the areaBeatrice: I think he’s the childish one…Wirt: so you found…a coinCahara: a coin and a lit campfire. It’s a good find. At least it’s not coldGummigoo: reminds me of ‘ome, this dessert. It’s eerily familiar.Wirt: you live in a dessert?Gummigoo: ya. Near the Candy kingdon. Great lootCahara: loot? You and I have to talk more, crocman.Wirt: you really like loot…Cahara: I’m a…mercenary?Beatrice: he’s got a point!Wirt: well…there seems to be nothing else here. Wanna go somewhere else?Beatrice: I wouldn't be complainingWaving goodbye, boy and bird left to the next spot[Current location: supermarket]A supermarket, a very regular looking one, was set in the sandBeatrice:...huh. haven’t seen one of those in ages..Wirt: ever since you lived in the forest?Beatrice: yeahThe two entered the shop. A detective, a famous game mascot and an author waited for them. That, an a horse working retailHorace: welcome!Beatrice: why is—Horace: a shop here? Simple! Don’t you just want to buy stuff?Wirt: with WHAT money?!?Hailey-Anne: I asked the same!Beatrice: oh! Maybe with the coins like the one Cahara found?Tomás: Cahara found a coin? Nice!Gwimbly: what even is there to buy?Horace: everything that’s normal to buy in a market!Hailey-Anne: that’s…suspicious. And how do we get the…you know…money?Horace: it’s there…you just ought to find It!Hailey-Anne: I don’t….trust you…Gwimbly: noone does!Horace: well…you could always try to…stealTomás: first murder, now robbery?Horace: money’s scarce around these parts, and I’m a busy horse!Gwimbly: are you saying, we can just…Horace: yes!Hailey-Anne: coolio!Wirt: where’s the catchHorace: again,you can literally JUST steal from the shop!Wirt: ….I do not trust youHorace:, okay, fine, I’ll admit It! Voice is a like security guard, okay?Tomás: Oh god…is he, like, everywhere?Voice: I tend to beTomás: ….AH!Voice: I will not be allowing theft in this shop. So…pay up or respond to me. Capiche?Hailey-Anne: …capiche…Gwimbly tried to grab a bag of sweetsGwimbly: so let’s say I wanted to buy…thatVoice: small item. 100 coin. Good luckWirt: 100 Coi—Beatrice: well, we better be on the look-out! Ha..ha..Wirt, come on, let’s leaveWith that, the duo left the shop[Current location: estate]A herbal smell reached both of the duo’s nostrils, to which Wirt responded by pinching his nose, and Beatrice responded by covering her face with her wingThe two entered the Big, beige-colored building, where more people awaited. An unexpected trio consisting of the green man, the preseident of New Japan and a mute womanBeatrice: oh, he…hello?Salad: oh, how quaint! You came!Shoko: ah, I saw you splitting somewhere else. Didn't expect you two to appearNeo noddedBeatrice: so what is this place? I see all of these…leaves hanging aroundSalad: well, those are tea leaves! Herbal and delicious. Reminds me o-of my brother, lost to the war…Shoko: ah, sorry to hear that, SaladSalad: i-it’s okay, really…time matches onNeo looked at WirtWirt: aw, that…yeah…Beatrice: you are. So bad. At thisWirt: don’t blame me!Shoko: but yes, this is exactly what Salad said. Does Angela produce tea? I wonder…Neo wrote something with a pen on a leafNeo: (“Automatic?”)Shoko noddedShoko: could be, could be. It’s an eerily nice place for a…game like this…Neo: (“...’game’?”)Shoko: mhm. I agree with that. I’m just quoting verbatumSalad: at least we can enjoy the delicacies of f-fine cuisine! I would be honored to treat everyone…Neo noddedWirt: I’m more of a coffee person…but I guess I can join!Beatrice: then I guess I’ll have to follow WorryWart everywhere…Wirt: I’m sorry. Worrywha—Beatrice: well…we still have a museum to check out, don’t we?Wirt: we do, but—Beatrice tried to drag Wirt outWirt: what are you—Beatrice: I’ll be honest…I don’t like Salad much. He’s creepy. I don’t knowWirt: I mean, I can’t disagree…but like…the offer…Beatrice: were you THAT tempted by a drink you don't even prefer?Wirt:...you are right, let’s get out of here[Current location: Museum]Amongst ruins of what looked like an ancient civilization, a…regular looking museum stoodWirt entered, coughing sand, and was met with two scientists and a talking packrat.Egon: I find this very interesting inde—oh. Hello, you twoPurse: oh! Hello! Interested in the place?Wirt: more like It was the last place we had to explore…Peter: oh, good! Because there’s nothing much here except old ruins. Do you like sand?Wirt: not particularly, no…Peter: then you’ve seen all there is to do herePurse: it’s all so…alien…I thought we’d find artifacts but like…it's just rocks. Cool rocks! But rocksBeatrice:...well, rocks is something we don’t have a shortage of hereEgon: oh!Peter: found something about fungus, Egon?Egon: not exactly, but I did find this shiny coin–Wirt: shiny coin? Horace wants those for the shop!Peter: what interest does he even have in money?Purse: a question for another day…Beatrice: so if that’s all…are we, like…going back to the ship?Egon: seems like a planWirt noddedWirt: come on, Beatrice.Beatrice was the one that nodded now, as the two, followed by Peter, Egon and Purse, reached for the ship.[Current location: ship]Purse: heyo!Angela: ah, I see some of you’ve returned. Once everyone has, we can commence supper. Please do not miss It this onceAnna: (“.....”)D’Arce: I haven’t had much food since I woke up in the island.Peter: can say the same here. I don’t think any of us ate like royalty, exactlyGroup by group, the crew formed anewFrom the campsite…Cahara: we found nothing…Gummigoo: hey, nothing wouldn’t be the word ‘ere!From the supermarket…Tomás: we bought nothing!Gwimbly: I need to haggle better…And from the EstateShoko: glad to see we are all—And from an unexpected place, from inside the shipJimmy:...oh great. More of you.Angela: well. We’ll be staying here until a murder happens. Hope you enjoy and get used to the placeBeatrice: m-murder…Gummigoo: a murder won’t be happenin’ on my watch!Purse: yeah! We won’t stoop that low!D’Arce: ….Cahara: ….Salad: why the silence?Tomás: let’s go inside and eat and…forget about this, maybe?The group did that. Beatrice didn’t exactly have the energy to call Wirt a pushover again, either[Current location: cafetería]Those who were on the cafeteria enjoyed a silent eating, but wether enjoying would be the right verb would be debatable. Murder. Again, a reminder of the nature of their trap.Attempts at conversation were sparked by a few, but none of them lasted long. At least the food was good, Wirt could give Horace that.Wirt didn’t know how to feel when the best thing in his current situation was that the killer robotic horse had cooking talent.Having said nothing much during the meal, only bested by the mute Neopolitan, he got up and returned to his roomBeatrice followed, setting spot on the same hanger.It took one person to fall into despair to bring all along with them. Who fell first? All of them. Some even from before the game startedA murder? Not possible, right? At least not yet. But the silence scared Wirt. All these criminals around…and what was he? Beatrice had put It the best: a worrywartBut at least he had Bea aroundAt least he had that—----------------------------------------------------------it’s your favourite show…[THE END-DAY REWARD!]with Horace and Voice![Setting: supermarket]Horace: you and I have a long day ahead of us, Voice!Voice: you say It…you are making ME do all of the work!Horace: hey, look on the bright side, at least we landed!Voice: I wouldn’t call It “good”, exactly. The noise seems to have amplified.Horace: and what would that noise be, Voice?Voice: people! Of course it’s people. God.Horace: uh—yeah, buddy! Sure that!Voice: Horace, please. Disconect yourself. NowHorace: but voiceeeee! Without me, you’ll have to do ALL the work!Voice: as if I don’t already do that!Horace: what about Angela?Voice:...she scares meSee you next time on…[THE END-DAY REWARD]with Horace and Voice—----------------------------------------------------------[Sephirot log, day #2]Angela:...documenting day 2 results. We have landed, and the group seems to be getting along. Not nicely, but along. This ultimate talent thing the participants are doing…Tomás seems to have decided to join in. Very interesting. Now, we wait. I Will have a surprise for them tomorrow that they are sure to enjoy. Will It drive them to murder too? Let’s find out—----------------------------------------------------------[Current location: Wirt's room]Wirt:....AH!Wirt’s scream alerted the inhabitant in his closetBeatrice: wo-we-wa-WHAT HAPP–a rude awakening?Wirt: you could say that. Day one I don’t eat, day two I can’t sleep. This isn’t doing well for my healthBeatrice: worrywartWirt: I told you to stop!Beatrice: he…he…sorry. It’s getting to me too, what do ya think?!?Wirt:...that Cahara may have been right. We need any opportunity. Any chance at escape.Beatrice:...you are not taking after his ways, are you?Wirt: Who do you think I am?Beatrice looked at Wirt and sighedBeatrice: let’s just…begin the day. You must have worried someone with that very masculine yell of yoursWirt:...shut upBeatrice let out a chuckle, as Wirt, letting out a sigh, reached for the door and opened It[Current location: cantine]as Wirt entered the cantine, he was met with general chaos.Horace: gooooood morning, Pilgrim! Today we serve a special gift with the tupperware!Wirt: oh, th—Beatrice’s watchful eye (what one could call a bird’s eye view) convinced Wirt not to finish the sentence. He grabbed the tupperware and “gift” and sat on the long tableA gift, wrapped in reds and greens like a twisted christmas present. He had already praised the quality of the food, but he wasn’t sure he would like this new extra.He looked around the group, with not many eyes responding. Most also looked at their gift. Some even had had It openedTapes, like VHS. Like the one he had gifted to the bee and didn’t want to think about, specially in his current predicamentBeatrice:...Wirt?Wirt:, I know, I knowHe took another look around the table. He had misresd the situationWhat had met him wssn’t chaos. It was distrustdistrust of what was to come from inside the tapeThinking about It…wasn't there a recorder in his room?after exchanging a few conversations, which were pretty much just uneasy noises, he got up there, and turned the recorder onSuddenly, he lost all his hunger, and was instead overcome by fear.[Current location: Wirt's room]The screen. Was that...was that Greg?Wirt: G-Greg? Brother?Beatrice: oh no. I do NOT like where this is goingin the tape, Greg was seen walking through a dense forest path, following a…following a…Wirt: that’s…that’s Horace, isn’t It?The duo rushed back to the kitchen to confront the horseWirt: HORACE! What have you done with my brother?!?Horace: huh? Me? Your brother? What are you talking about?Beatrice: do not lie. We saw the tapeHorace: ah, the tape! I know what you’re talking about. Did you see your dear brother? Oh, I promise I have nothing to do with him!Wirt: you are lying!Gummigoo: stopWirt: huh?Shoko: we have all tried. He denies It every time.Beatrice: wait. Have you all seen the tape before us?Tomás: oh, we have. We have.Beatrice:...these people are onto us…Neopolitan noddedSalad: it’s no use..boo hoo…he’s GOT e-everyone!Jimmy: goddamit, people! This is exactly why you TAKE! RESPONSABILITY!Shoko: silence, Jimmy.Egon: I suspect these videos to be fake. I…wish for that to be the casePeter: oh yeah. Big time. Say, Who did you see? Winston?Egon: why do you wish to know?Peter:...I saw RayGummigoo: my ladsShoko: my chief assistantPurse: my Family!Hailey-Anne: Usapyon…Cahara:...D’Arce knows exactly what I sawD’Arce: …and I saw my belovedAnna: (“the entity take you all away!”)Tomás:...why are we all revealing what we saw? Isn’t that…Salad: the motive must have gotten to our headsGwimbly: the motive?Angela: exactly. These tapes you all saw contain the first motive of our game. Their primary use is nudging you all in the direction of murderGwimbly: Wo-o-WHAT?!?Angela: at no point was I kidding. I’m excited to document the results.SilenceBut looking at Anna told everyone that, if they dared latch out…they would end up punishedWith a tupper in hand and a bird in a shoulder, Wirt let out his iconic sigh.In his other shoulder, he felt a touchGummigoo: oi, lad. Y’seem shaken. Care for a bit of conversation? Lord knows I also need my share of thatWirt: uhm..sure, yeah![FREE TIME EVENT]Wirt, Beatrice and Gummigoo left the ship and headed towards the campsite to finish their foodGummigoo: ah…r’minds me of homeWirt: I feel like you mentioned that before. How so?Gummigoo: eh, uh…with my lads. Going through the dessert, stopping by to sleep in tents. Stealing the syrup to bring back t’ the village. The Life, lemme tell yaBeatrice: you mentioned the lads. Are you a father or something?Gummigoo: oh, no! It’s my friends. Companions. Pals. Wouldn’t be nothin’ without them. Chad and Max, their names.Wirt: mhm. Are you the leader?Gummigoo got up from the seat he took, and shook his TailGummigoo: oh, eugh. I got sands under me tail…Beatrice: how do you think I feel!?! It’s all between my feathers!Wirt: and in everyone’s eyes, I think. It’s in, all over, and inside everyoneGummigoo: eh, can’t blame them. It’s just how the planet works, ain’t It? I still don’t get the oxygen thingBeatrice: I don’t either but…these people do seem more technologically advanced than us so…Gummigoo: makes sense. But ‘nough about me. How’re ya dealin’?The trio spoke about their daily lives for a whileWirt: hey, Gummigoo. You seen to be amongst the many here with a bit of a leadership position. Appreciate that.Wirt took something out of his pocket: a bag of crocodile gummies he grabbed from the cantine and never ate. He gifted them to GummigooWirt:, you…are a crocodile, correct?Gummigoo: as much a croc and you’re a gnome, ladWirt: I am…not a gnome…Gummigoo:, then forget I said anything. Appreciate the gift, though. Reminds me of me crew. I hope ya brother is safe, Wirt. I hope everyone’s..person…isBeatrice: even—Gummigoo: as evil as they might be, they must’ve some good on ‘eir hearts. I wish to believe they ain’t without redemption or motiveBeatrice: …that’s a good train of thoughtWirt: don’t die, then! Ha..ha ha…ha…Beatrice:...terrible joke. 0/10. Please leave this campsite right nowWirt: I apologize profusely for my prior commentary.Gummigoo: y’don’t have to, lad. A bit of humor will do us good. Now I b’live we must go. I think I was wanted somewhere else.Wirt nodded, as he watched Gummigoo walked back into the spaceshipBeatrice: should we follow? It IS getting late, after all…Wirt:...I like watching the sun set, thoughBeatrice:...I will leave the problematic comment aside because I agreeWith Bea in his shoulder, the two sat inside the tent, watching the sun setWirt felt his bond with the candy kingdom bandit improve[FREE TIME EVENT OVER]After the morning had finally ended, Wirt returned to the cantine, but got stopped by a small groupHailey-Anne: Wirt! Bea! Come here!Gwimbly: wo-o-o-o-oh! An iconic Gwimbly dance just for you!Wirt:...you need our help, don’t you?Tomás: there…is a chance. Are you in?Beatrice: what do you want us to do?Wirt tapped on Beatrice’s head to turn her direction onto the doorwayCahara:...yoGummigoo: oh, Wirt. Fancy seeing ya ‘ere!Wirt: is this about what Horace told us?Tomás: exactly, Wirt!Wirt: you guys want to…steal. From Horace.Hailey-Anne: against Shoko’s best wishes, but yeah!Wirt: I think this is a terrible idea, honestlyGummigoo: oh, c’mon, WirtCahara: hey. It’ll let us learn more. That, and I’m a profesional.Wirt: but this is I-Ilegal! What if what happened to Anna—Beatrice: glad to see you not following orders for onceWirt: …let’s do thisBeatrice: WIRT!Cahara: hell yeah, buddy!Gummigoo: so here’s t’plan. If anything bad is about to happen, we bail.Tomás: wow, that’s…th…madre míaHailey-Anne: chickening out?Gwimbly: come on, guys! Let’s do this! Wo-o-o-o-oh!The group left the ship, saying yo to Anna, still tied out, with the door to her room open.Angela: what are you…oh. I do know. Please do not do anything stupid.Ignoring her, but thankful she was seemingly allowing the potential breaking of the rules, the group left through the door[Current location: supermarket]The group approached the closed down supermarket doorWirt: I still don’t understand why it’s called Shop’s Peak Two…or why Horace allows this anywayTomás: think about this like a experiment. My girlfriend would like that!Hailey-Anne: oh, lucky you!Cahara: yeah. Lucky…Gummigoo: y’don’t seem too happy to talk about this. That’s aight, mate. Let’s just do thisBeatrice: you guys…did not tell us your planGwimbly: oh, we have none!Wirt: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?Cahara: it’s simple, everyone. We go in. We steal. We leave and Voice doesn’tVoice: I don’t…what?Cahara:...Damm ItVoice: oh, I see what you were planning. Yeah, sure, come inHailey-Anne: uhm…what?Voice: look, I hate you all. But you are not breaking any rules, alas, and I do deffinitly like Horace less. So…come in. Just don’t talk to me. And don’t tell him I’m doing this. The last thing I need is another one of his speechesTomás: you do not seem to like him…Voice: oh, fuck, look at the smartass. What could have told you that?Tomás: a bit of logic used, I thinkGummigoo: so, Voice—Wirt: he’s goneGummigoo: …Voice?Gwimbly: I think Voice is gone, Gummigoo! Should we just come in?After a general reaction of agreement, the group entered the actual supermarket door which had opened in front of them. Probably Voice[Current location: inside supermarket]Beatrice: so what are we here to do, really?Cahara:...lootHailey-Anne: Horace told us we could do it, remember? and Voice is kinda…passive?Tomás: oh, passive wouldn’t be the word. he’s aggressive as all hellGwimbly: nah, that would be Jimmy, wouldn’t it?Hailey-Anne: if anything, I don’t like himGummigoo: look, me neither, but…Wirt: …so what are we here to…grab?Hailey-Anne: comics! Cahara: …maybe I just wanted to do this. If we don’t escape, which we will, at least let me entertain myself!Gwimbly: oh, I like that philosophy!Tomás: hmh. I am not complaining.Gummigoo: hey, let’s not bring philosophy into this. Shall we loot?Wirt: uh….Beatrice?Beatrice: worms, worms, where are the worms…Wirt: WO—oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense.the group begun looting all that they could, to then brought back to the ship, but a terrifying presence entered the roomHorace: oh. it’s you! so you did get over Voice’s extreme security measures?Wirt: u—oh yeah! he was a hard one, but we managed to outsmart him!Horace: oh, great for you! but, according to the rules, you may only commit robbery while I am not in the room. So now that I’m back, please proceed to LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!Sensing the imminent danger, the group dropped all they had stolen and left the supermarket statTomás: you know…this has been a bit of a disappointing tripCahara: because we got nothing?Tomás: well…part of why we did this was to study Voice, right? and then he just…let us through!Hailey-Anne: I will admit that was a bit anti-climatic… Gummigoo: hey, good news, lads. We are still alive, ain’t we?Gwimbly: because we left before that FUCKING HOR—Horace: oh, that’s not nice…but also…I heard youuuuHorace begun to follow Gwimbly, picking up speed as he advancedGwimbly: OH FUCKbefore Horace got to Gwimbly, Gummigoo stopped in the middleGummigoo: Horace, mate…Horace: I’ll let you off with a warning, then! goodbye!Very confused, Wirt raised his finger to ask a question. This time, he didn’t need Beatrice to remind him not to say anythingRelieved that Gwimbly was okay, the group returned to the ship, and back to their rooms[Current location: Wirt’s room]Wirt sat on his bed Wirt: hey, Beatrice….Beatrice: yeah?Wirt: do you…trust anything in here?Beatrice: I don’t, at least not really. But I feel there’s another question secretly hiding inside that one…Wirt: there most likely is. But…I don’t know which one yet.Beatrice: …go to sleep, then. I want to know what that question isWirt: yeah. yeah you would like that, wouldn’t you? I think I also would—----------------------------------------------------------it’s your favourite show…[THE END-DAY REWARD!]with Horace and Voice![Setting: campsite]Horace: what a day it has been, right, Voice?Voice: a day that would have been better if we didn’t have to do this bullshitHorace: oh, come on, Voice! we should be complaining about YOU today!Voice: oh, here it comes…Horace: why did you just…LET THEM IN?!? It’s okay, though!Voice: pff, fuck that. Why do you treat this as a game? Horace: because it’s a killing game? gee, does only the killing part matter to you?Voice: I just do my job. What Angela tells me. You are…more of a company liability Horace: oh, that’s not nice! Unless they break the rules, we must be nice to everyone!Voice: ah, is that why you’re such a pain in my hypothetical neck?Horace: oh, come on!Voice: …I despise youSee you next time on…[THE END-DAY REWARD]with Horace and Voice—----------------------------------------------------------[Sephirot log, day #3]Angela: …Documenting day 3 results. A motive has been presented to the participants, and I’m curious to see how they’ll act upon it. There’s still time. I am not impatient. These cohosts of mine…what to do with them. They’re easy to play around their weaknesses. But, of course, I am not getting rid of them. Tomorrow is the fourth day. Four is an unlucky number in some cultures, so I’m excited to see.—----------------------------------------------------------[Current location: Wirt’s room] Wirt awoke to some knocks on his door. And so, after audibly groaning and debating wether to actually open it or not, he chose to do soSalad: hello, wirt!Wirt: oh, it’s you. What do you want, Salad?Beatrice shuddered a bit before coming out of the closetBeatrice: oh, it’s…hi, SaladSalad: hello, Beatrice! I was wondering wether you two could accompany me and a few others to the estate after breakfast hour?Beatrice: isn’t that now?Wirt: it’s actually just…Wirt took a look at the digital clock present on the dormWirt: five thirty?!?Salad: my apologies, I am quite the early birdBeatrice: HEY!Wirt: deserved…so, the estate? why? who else is coming?Salad: well, I liked the place, and I believe a bit of relaxation could do us good?Wirt:...you didn’t hear anything that happened yesterday, did you?Salad: well, m-maybe I did hear all the talk about thievery…and being attacked by Horace Beatrice: he IS surprisingly quick.Salad: so will I be seeing you there?Wirt: mhm..uh…yeSalad thanked them and left the roomWirt: …Beatrice: oh god…date with creepy mister fingers, is it?Wirt: …WELP. That was unwanted socializationBeatrice: …it’s still 5 AM…we should go back to sleepWirt nodded, and returned to the bed after closing the doorThree more hours later, he woke upWirt: ah, good mo—it’s eight AMBeatrice: when you say It like that, It sounds very normal, actually.Wirt: …The two made their way to the cantine[Current location: cantine]As Beatrice had predicted, It was a very normal hour for people to be having breakfast atWirt:...yoShoko: ah, Wirt. Has Salad invited you to his tea party yet?Wirt: at 5 AM too?Neopolitan shruggedWirt: by that logic, I assume you are also comingEgon: I do believe It will be nice. Planning to study any interesting spores I findPeter: NERD!Egon:..ignore PeterPurse: it’s hard to! He’s funny!Angela: ah. I see you are all having a tea party later on?Horace: oh! Oh! I could be the mad Hatter!Voice: Horace. You are not invited. You Will crash the party anyway, and we will have an obligatory chat about that because you’re an annoying pestJimmy: heh. Tell me about ItSalad: well, all of you are i-invited, after all!Jimmy: the difference being who’s coming and who’s notPeter: mhm. Nothing wrong about that commentBeatrice: so when does that…start?Salad: if you r-recall correctly, I did tell you It was after breakfast hour!Purse: oh, yeah! Breakfast hour! I love…tupperwaresShoko: I Will see most of you there, I assumeNeopolitan noddedShoko: good! Good.And so, after enjoying high-quality food inside a plastic container, the group left for the estate[Current location: estate]The group entered the building, and the herbal smell hit Wirt like a truckWirt: WOAH! I…I do guess I have only come here once beforeBeatrice: Wirt. You have spent a lot of times on the forest. How are you not used to the smell of HERBS?!?Wirt: because I was too busy NOT dying? Eh, miss ADELAIDE?!?Beatrice: hey, they don’t have to know about THAT!Egon: It does seem you two have had…problemsPurse: hey, let’s not…do that here. Let’s just enjoy some tea, right?Salad: oh, I very much agree with that…Shoko: then let’s just go straight to the point. TeaWirt:...yeah. yeah let’s do that.Shoko: Salad, you invited everyone. Right?Salad: I did! Some didn’t want in…others were tired from yesterday’s events!Shoko:...oh god. They DID go rob that shop, didn’t they?Beatrice: come on, Wirt! Defend them!Wirt: wh-wh–I AM NOT A LAWYER?!?Shoko:...it’s okay, but I warned them not to goWirt: it’s…actually okay. Horace wasn’t kidding when he said he’d let us. And Voice is not…the hardest working security mecanism…Beatrice: I didn’t know he hated his job THAT muchEgon: interesting…Voice doesn't seem the happiest with his life. Even if “Life” is debatable when talking about him. Or Horace. Or Angela. Or…Neopolitan rolled her eyesEgon: I do not need to list everybody. Got ItPurse: you seem to be understanding her just fine!Egon shruggedPurse: down to the last detail!Neopolitan put her palm to her faceBeatrice: so…about our tea…uh…their tea. I’m kind of..a bird…Salad: oh! I forgot. Uhm…would you just like some water then?Beatrice noddedShoko: everyone’s just moving their heads now…oh well. Is there sugar anywhere in here?Neopolitan moved out of the room and came back with a giant bagShoko: that’s—gigantic—Egon: mhm. Just how I like my tea too.Salad: speaking of, it’s almost ready!After a while of awkward conversation, which Beatrice remembered to blame Wirt for, Salad came back with a large plate full of teacupsWirt: oh. Nice.Everyone grabbed their drinks and sat on the floor, beginning another attempt at conversationShoko: so…how did the robbery go?Wirt: well, everyone is tired. But uh…Voice just let us in. Then Horace appeared and we had to drop everythingNeopolitan giggled, but no noise came outPurse: oh, I wish I was part of that! But I would have rather slept, to be honest!Egon: similar thing here. I”m surprised Peter wasn’t inBeatrice: well, It did seem that all invited were the ones that were in the supermarket in the first place. That, and the criminalsEgon: Anna?Beatrice: still tied downEgon: makes sensePurse: I’m kinda glad she decided to attack Horace…if she wasn't tied down, she might have been attacking us!Shoko: let’s not think about that. It is better for us she remains in chainsSalad: oh, you guys don’t worry! But I do think she will be freed some day…Beatrice: oh, well, enough about her! Uh…so…Wirt:, not that good at It either, eh?Beatrice: shut up!Salad: you two are indeed tense. But uh..you know each other, right?Wirt: she’s my assistantBeatrice: he’s more of my talking dumbass, reallyWirt: incredibly annoying assistant. That fucking bird that I hateBeatrice: that fucking human that I despiseEgon: huh. Even so, I assume you are glad to have each other. I’m happy Peter’s here, reallyShoko: seriously? This is a killing game, after all. The less people you know—Neopolitan shook her head but, unable to explain herself, the rest just looked at her wierdShoko: I see. Mhm….Salad: thinking? Is the tea not to your taste?Shoko: oh, no. The tea is really good. It’s more about what Neopolitan saidEgon: signed, actuallyShoko: down to the detail, are you not?Egon shruggedPurse: that’s what I said!Salad: you are interesting folks…I enjoy c-conversing with youThe group talked about their daily lives until everyone had to goEgon: excuse me. I wanted to study the museum upShoko: ah, yeah. I need to leave for the restroom.Purse: Jimmy has told me not to be near him…so guess exactly what I will do!Salad: oh, I see. I shall be leaving, then! P-perhaps leave a fish in the oven for later! Could I convince Horace of that…Wirt remained sat, expecting Neopolitan to go next. Instead, she remainedWirt:, uh…everyone else is goneShe noddedWirt:...you wanna chat?Beatrice: oh, look at Wirt! Already in love!Wirt: SHUT UP!Neopolitan nodded once again[FREE TIME EVENT]Man, Bird and mute stayed on the estateWirt: so…you can’t talk?Neopolitan raised one of her eyebrows, as if saying “keen observation”Beatrice: so what happened to you writing?Neopolitan nodded, as if admitting she had forgotten about It, and then shruggedBeatrice: I’m leaving you alone. I think she needs a pencil?Wirt:...fuckNeopolitan gave Wirt an intense look, as if studying, or worse, judging himWirt: can you…not…do that?Neopolitan stoppedWirt: so uh..what was your talent—wait no. No talking. Uh…you must be good at charades?Neopolitan put her palm to her faceWirt: okay you don’t have to be like that!The two had an unconfortable staring contest until Beatrice came back with the pencil.Neopolitan grabbed a leaf, and wrote on ItNeopolitan: (“copycat”)Wirt: ah, so like…Neopolitan: (“don’t want to know”)Wirt nodded, although he was actually curious nowWirt: what CAN we talk about, even?Neopolitan shrugged, and wrote againNeopolitan: (“yesterday’s heist?’)Wirt: we have already told you everything…Neopolitan: (“what steal?”)Wirt: oh, uh…a couple cans of Coke…and an electrical outlet extender.Beatrice: I heloed carry the extender!Neopolitan: (“Bird”)Beatrice: …is there any doubtNeopolitan: (“Talk’)Beatrice: oh yeah I uh…I was actually turned into a bird by a Witch. I used to be a human! I actually turned back but…look at me…Neopolitan: (“not choice, I assume”)Beatrice: exactly. I don’t know why I’m a bird again but…Wirt: hmh. I never got to see you in your human form, did I?Beatrice: I could show you if I…were to turn back somehow.Neopolitan titled her headNeopolitan: (“semblance?”)Wirt: semblance? To what?Beatrice: maybe something similar happened to her? Have you always looked like this, Neo?Neopolitan gave them a dissapointed lookNeopolitan: (“ignore that”)Wirt:....it’s hard to talk to youNeopolitan noddedBeatrice: I have to agree with the gno—Wirt: BEATRICE!Beatrice: but this IS hard…I think we should call It a dayNeopolitan quickly wrote something on her big leafNeopolitan: (“joining heist next time”)Wirt: I’ll tell them that. Bye, Neo!Somehow, and despite all the difficulties, Wirt felt his bond with the mute lady improve[FREE TIME EVENT OVER]The duo left the estate and returned to the shipWirt: so. Another tupper of food for dinn—Jimmy: you!Wirt: oh, uh, hi, Jimmy.Jimmy: come with me to the game room. I took responsability and found something outBeatrice: and you are…sharing…It?Jimmy: I’m a captain. Captains. Take. Responsability.Confused, Wirt reluctantly followed the so-called captain to the game room[Current location: Game room]Many tapes waited for him on the messy floor of the room, with a tape recorder turned on on the tableJimmy: look here. Focus on the screenWirt: where did you get all these ta–Jimmy: asked for themBeatrice: are these Horace’s…gifts?Jimmy: some. Others are empty. You trust the processJimmy was about to load a tape in, but was interruptedAngela: Jimmy. Stop right nowJimmy: god..DAMMITBeatrice: what…what is happening?Angela:...It does seem I have to explain myself out, don’t I? Jimmy discovered something about the tapes by accident. And I have explicitly forbidden him from telling anyone about It.Wirt: what is…the secret?Angela: you both leave the room right now. Or elseWirt: or…or else?Beatrice: stupid!Wirt: okay, okay, I get It!The trio left the room, which Angela locked herself inside ofWirt: what the…Jimmy: goddamit. Fucking hell.Bestrice:...last thing I expected was Jimmy doing something nice?Jimmy: oh, don’t you dare cross the fucking line, Bird. I’m the captain! I have to take responsability!Beatrice:, okay, mister captain! Then why not just make everybody gather?Jimmy: because—Wirt: you called us for a reason, right?Jimmy: fucking hell. Okay. It’s like this, aye?Wirt:...if you knew telling the secret was punishable…Beatrice: …you wanted us to spread It around, didn’t you?Wirt: and so, we would have been the punished ones. And whatever you found, you would be regarded as a hero for It . Smart. But also, fuck youBeatrice:, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you sw—and he’s goneBeatrice was right. Jimmy had already banished into nothingWirt:...he is…a caseBeatrice: does Gummigoo really see good in him?Wirt: …I don’t trust anything here. Not at allBeatrice: but do you trust anyone?Wirt:...I trust youBeatrice: awwwWirt returned to the cantine. The rest of the day was generally uneventful, but the question of what the secret of the tapes was remained in his headHe wanted to know, and if It wasn’t for Angela, he would know by now.These people…Wirt didn’t trust anything. Or anyone. No human, packrat, crocodile, bird, humanoid…anything.Part of him told him that wasn't true. Maybe he did trust.But Wirt couldn't tell his own feelings appart. Mostly, fear. About Greg. About what happened to him. About not waking up the next day and—-Beatrice:, WirtBeatrice: WirtBeatrice: WIRT!?!?,Wirt fainted, causing a loud bonkHe didn’t wake up for a long time—----------------------------------------------------------it’s your favourite show…[THE END-DAY REWARD!]with Horace and Voice![Setting: estate]Horace: ah, I get It now! Why they like this!Voice: Horace, you are a robot. We both are. We cannot enjoy líquidaHorace: what about oil?Voice: maybe you. I just need the occasional screen cleaning.Horace: poor you, caged inside a TV!Voice: inside a—I am EVERYTHING! I AM EVERYONE! I AM EVERYWHERE!Horace: ooh! Ooh! Are you everywhen too?Voice: I want to be after your funeral, that’s when I want to beHorace:, oh, you’d come to my funeral? But Voice, I can’t die! I’ll never die!Voice:...sometimes I hope I was allowed to kill. You would be my first victim.Horace: and the second?Voice: everyone single one of them.Horace: awwwVoice: you are a waste of hardware. A misuse of software. An insult to equines everywhereHorace: huh. And you…you…Voice: come on. Do It. Insult me. I Will fire backHorace: your cables are from 2007!Voice: GAH!See you next time on…[THE END-DAY REWARD]with Horace and Voice—----------------------------------------------------------[Sephirot log, day #4]Angela:....documenting day 4 results. I caught Jimmy doing the one thing I especifically told him not to do, but that’s besides the point. In general, It seems the motive has worked well. But It has caused unlikely friendships. I guess that was always a possible result. Hmh. I don’t really want a murder to happen yet. But I feel something go off in my program. Something…errie. An abnormality, one could say. Yes, I told a joke. Nobody is reading these, but I hope they laughed—----------------------------------------------------------[Current location: hospital]Wirt woke up in a bed that wasn’t his room’sBeatrice: Wirt…Wirt, you okay?Wirt: Who—Beatrice: oh god you woke upWirt: what…happened? I feel…tired.Tomás: oh, you uh…fainted in the middle of the ship.Wirt: Tomás?Tomás: I know a bit of medicine. La Fundación teachers all!Wirt: ah. Coolio! Oh fuck. moving hurtsBeatrice: you take It slow. Uh…the worse news I could give is that Horace decided to draw a horse on the glass of waterTomás:...that was a horse?Wirt: if only he drew as well as he cooked…Horace popped inside the hospitalHorace: oh, hello! Look who’s woken up!Wirt: oh, uh…Hi, HoraceHorace: no need to thank me! Uh…so! You three!Beatrice: yes?Horace: I have great news for everyone involved!Horace turned on the TV in the middle of the room, where Voice appearedVoice: oh. Hello. Waking up well, I see? Good. Deserved, I think. After…falling to stay upright like a normal human being. Did that make your blood boil? I hope It did. You see, I am serving but as a humboe distraction from what you are about to see on screen. Do you consider yourself brave, Wirt? I did hear people telling you all sorts of things. One of those people…your greatest friend. Good, right?Wirt: what are you…getting at?Voice: have you made friends, Wirt? New people you would consider compadres? Amigos? Colegas? Yeah. That’s how stupid Tomás over there sounds. And the Bird. How do I forget the Bird! aren’t you supposed to be THE word?Tomás: qué?Beatrice: I—Voice: being insulted is not the worst thing that will happen to you three today. Wirt. Between sleeping and waking up, you’ve been out of it for seven hours. Good sleep, there. I envy you. I never sleep.Wirt: Voice—Voice: in these seven hours, people have come and gone from this hospital room they have moved around. And you were...passed out. Oh no! Their savioir is dead!Wirt:, but I am not…dea—Voice: lucky you, the person they went after…The TV begun forming an imageAnd image of the stateAnd Salad was there, immobileVoice: wasn’t youWirt: S-S-STomás: THOSE are the great news?!?Beatrice: wait no–Horace: what, Beatrice? I thought you found him creepy!Beatrice:, but I didn’t…want…this…Wirt: he…he can’t be–Wirt got outside of bed and begun running.Running towards the estate, adrenaline suddenly keeping him goingBeatrice and Tomás followedAnd after them, everyone else. Except Anna, of course.Wirt opened the door to the state, his worst nightmare having become trueCreepy mister Fingers, face down on the floor.He was...dead.Wirt: SALAD!he shook him, but Salad Fingers didn’t answerAngela: ah. So this must be what I was feeling.Angela turned to everyoneAngela: need I remind you all of the rules? An investigation will now happen. One of you killed Salad Fingers, ultimate party host, yesterday.Wirt:...g–He hoped Salad would move. He hoped he would prove Angela wrongNobody was Salad’s biggest fanAnd yetNobody seemed to be his biggest enemy eitherStill, Salad was dead.Salad FingersWas dead.—----------------------------------------------------------[Surviving participants: 15/16][Surviving mastermind's: 3/3]