( EXECUTION - WEEK 2 )

[abhoth]

Unlike the previous day, those who are asleep past 8:00 AM will experience no pain as they're roused awake. Instead, they're pulled from their sleep peacefully, almost as if enveloped in a mother's loving embrace. A comfortable warmth spreads through their body as they open their eyes, finding themselves free of any grogginess or disorientation. Similarly, those who woke up early or were unable to sleep at all will find themselves alert and ready to take on the day. Considering what is about to transpire, however... no one would be blamed for wishing they could stay asleep. "Good morning. My staff and I hope you were able to sleep well. As promised, an execution will take place on this fine day. Please make your way to the Dining Hall. A member of our distinguished staff will be waiting for you with a summary of last night's results." Just like the previous day, residents who do not make their way to the Dining Hall before 8:15 AM will be forcibly escorted out of their rooms (or wherever else they may be). True to Craftly's words, one of the faceless men will be waiting in the Dining Hall while all the current survivors gather. Once everyone is there, with the exception of Kamui, the staff member will slip a transparency into the projector, switching the device on to reveal what appears to be a telegram. VICTIM STOP HIBIKI KOHAKU STOP THE DRIFTER STOP VICTIM STOP OMEGA STOP THE DRIVER STOP VICTIM STOP VINCENT MACHEN STOP THE STUDENT STOP MAJORITY VOTE STOP KAMUI STOP THE AUTHOR STOP EXECUTIONER STOP GIRGE ALBATROSS STOP INNSMOUTH MOTEL & CO ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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EXECUTION

[abhoth]

[As the remaining survivors wonder what's to come next, a pressure begins to form in the room. At first it is subtle, but it becomes completely and utterly unbearable after thirty (30) seconds. Breathing will be a difficult task, and just as asphyxiation starts to feel like a very real possibility — it stops. The room is plunged into darkness. Hands grab at the survivors, sticky and cold as they pull them down and through the floor. A gurgling, squelching sound drowns out any panicked screams from the people in the room, and a putrid tasting slop fills everyone's mouths, noses and ears.

This horrifying experience lasts all of two (2) seconds.

When everyone opens their eyes once again, they'll be in the middle of a clearing next to a lake. A nearby sign identifies it as Lake Crotin, but the thick fog surrounding the area makes it hard to see the other end of the lake. Trees and heavy foliage circle the clearing, but again, the fog makes it impossible to see what's in the distance. Despite this, the sun can be seen in the horizon, almost as if witnessing the events that are about to transpire.

As fascinating as the scenery is, however, residents might be more captivated by the sight in front of them. Two glass walls, located on the wooden platform that sits atop the bank of the lake, showcase the scene nicely. Kamui is bound by cement around his feet, keeping him in place between both of the walls and unable to run away. His wrists are bound together by several plastic cable ties — almost as an afterthought. Near the east wall rests a modern mechanism, one tied to both of the walls by some bizarre dolly system. The crank they all know and love from last week returns on this fine morning, as well.

Unfortunately, this isn't all there is to this weekend's execution. The survivors can see from their position that the glass walls aren't merely a container. Sharpened glass spikes protrude from their surface towards Kamui, some of them still crusted with dried blood and what seem to be pieces of flesh and hair. Their length and positioning, in a way, are vaguely reminiscent of an iron maiden. It doesn't take a colorful imagination to determine what fate awaits Kamui.

Faceless men block access to the platform and crank, with Craftly standing a couple paces away from the group, keeping anyone who might want to interfere out... as well as keeping those inside the perimeter in. Trapped on the platform is Girge Albatross. Next to him is a wooden sign, with drawn instructions featuring a man turning the crank while a stick figure is turned into a meaty slice of Swiss cheese by both walls. The art style may seem familiar to some.

Coming from both nowhere and everywhere at once, an unpleasant, nauseating voice speaks all those who are present. It is not Craftly's voice. It cannot even be classified as a human voice. The longer it's heard, the worse the sensation becomes.]

C͝R̛̕U͢S͠H͠͠ ̨T͘H̛͡͞E̶̸ ̢́͠B̶̨O̧͠N͜E͘S̕͟
͢
̵̴R͟͠E̴P̵AY͠ T̢͢H̸͞E̡͠ ̷B̨ĹƠ͝͠O͏D͢͠

[The message is clear. Now it's up to the Executioner to decide what to do.]

( This thread is for the majority vote and executioner only. If you wish to react, feel free to post your own top level. )

[disinterested]

[Girge isn't sure if it's a good thing or not that they're apparently going for variety in their executions, but this is Something.

His expression passive, he glances around, before back at Kamui. There's no horror to be had—thank Light and Hana for already demonstrating how this goes down. Acceptance is the only thing that settles in, when the rules have made clear that there is a price for disobedience.

In the end, he's a soldier; just point him at the enemy. It's almost a pity, though. He did kind of like his roommate.]

Any last words, Kamui? [...] It's too bad that we couldn't duel it out.

[That would've been far more worthwhile than this. A fight, at least, would've been interesting.]

CONGRATULATIONS

[abhoth]

[ After the horrific scene plays out, there is a dull silence in the air. Some may be mourning the losses of their own or enjoying the final grasp of nature until next week when they're brought lakeside. However...

Suddenly, you hear a bell? A high-pitched chime repeatedly heard. There's no sense of direction on where the noise is coming from immediately, however... through the clearing to the south, you'll see a shape through the fog. It takes a while, but you'll see the figure fast approaching. The bell doesn't stop, not until you see one of Craftly's men on a bike fast approaching. His bike is odd, holding a large storage box you can't quite make out.

Of course, when he finally stops the dinging, he parks the bike riiiight in front of the execution stage. If he had a face, he'd look pleased with himself. The crowd can make up the words "YUGGOTH ICE CREAM" on the side of the oversized ice box attached to the bike. He reaches in, pulling out cups of sundaes, popsicles, and begins to set up a small candy bar with suspiciously delicious octopus gummies. There's even some ingredients for a bright green sour apple ice cream float! :)

With Kamui's dead body pinned mere feet away from them, it seems fitting that you celebrate his life with shitposting. ]

[lohengrins]

People are dying.

[ungodly]

I wouldn't eat that if we were suffocating and it had pure oxygen in it.

[ does the ice cream have to be paired with kamui cheese?? ]

[godly]

Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?

[um yeah not going to be eating any of that, sorry faceless ice cream man]

[breaksouls]

Huh. Thanks. I guess this whole thing isn't completely pointless.

[rextenebrae]

.....

[ Somehow, the incredulity of the situation is just reaching a point where he believes this is some kind of absurd hallucination. It's a little bit too much.

Well, if anyone wants any ice cream now, it's not like he can judge them. ]

[perceptions]

[...

Fuck it, Mira is taking a cherry popsicle :/ If it's poisoned then oh well.]

[ninjay]

...

[ takes a sundae. ]

[pinesforyou]

[Mabel gets a gummy octopus, holding it up solemnly for... A toast?]

[Somberly:]

A toast, to Kamui. He may have been a jerk murderer, but at least he admitted it when we arm wrestled him.

[Whether people toast with her or not, she bows her head for a moment of silence]




[.... And then shoves the gummy right up her nose]

[frizziest]

[ look, the fact that poor Murderer-san got turned into Kamui cheese is gross doesn't matter to Akira. he still has an appetite and all he's had since last night was cup after cup of coffee and maybe a little curry meant for Heather. the death itself is sad and grotesque, but. come on.

he's totally going to sideglance at everyone else, noting their distaste towards the faceless man's appearance. not a lot of people seem overly interested... that would be a big waste of ice cream, though??

so Akira hesitantly steps forward and extends both hands. ]

... I would like vanilla ice cream and some of the octopus gummies, please.

[g101]

[ hajime is eating some of the sour apple ice cream float and she is dumping as much of those gummis as she can into her bowl and its a vomity disaster!!!!!

anyway, with a mouthful of ice cream: ]

'Scuuuuuse me! Is this like rewarding a puppy for not peeing on the floor?

[disinterested]

[........... what even.

YOU CAN ALL ENJOY YOUR ICE CREAM

Girge will just sit down and chill on the sin platform or whatever bye.]

[thawedheart]

[u n s u r e

but then her stomach growls, so]

Could I... try some of that?

[she points at a cup with mint chocolate chip]

[crushcard]

[ this has to be some kind of joke........

he'll pass he's not an ice cream person anyway ]

[nowyouseeit]

. . .

[okay. okay. fucking sure. JUST DEADEYES THE ICE CREAM MAN, before raising a hand]

Chocolate, please.

[willremember]

[ she will accept a popsicle because food is food but her expression does not become less dubious even while she's eating it ]

[pinesfortruth]

[dipper, who absolutely threw up halfway through peeking at kamui's swiss cheesing, just ... stares. at the ice cream bar.]

...

[throws his arms up in the air] If I'm gonna be traumatized, I might as well at least get ice cream out of it. Like a trip to the dentist.

[HE IS GOING TO GO EAT THAT ICE CREAM, FUCK YOU GUYS. you can even loudly hear him chomp on it angrily. it sounds like OMNOMNOMNOM. ]

[forlease]

...........I'd like one please. Just vanilla.

[wristbands]

[she is most likely going to regret this decision, but,

she is Done with a capital d,]

Surprise me.

[18x0]

[She stares the ice cream man directly in the... lack of eyes?]

You are disgusting.

[parodeity]

[ no thanks he's good???? maybe last week he would have but. nah. ]

[inventurous]

... No, thank you.

[ not after just witnessing that death?? she wants to puke?? ]