[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.]
EXECUTION
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. )