[As the remaining survivors wonder what's to come next, the pool waters will begin to bubble and boil. The invisible walls keeping everyone in place ensure that the area becomes encapsulated in steam in no time, unbearable heat making it difficult for the residents to breathe. After thirty (30) seconds or so, every breath will become something of a struggle. Fortunately(?) for them... this won't last for long. Putrid, rotting human arms burst out of the ground to grab at the survivors, sticky and cold as they somehow pull them down and through the floor. A gurgling, squelching sound drowns out any panicked screams from the people in the area, 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. Suzaku is strapped down to a strange table. Barbed wires are wrapped around his throat, wrists, ankles and abdomen. Blood lazily dribbles out of the spots where the wire has already cut into his skin, staining the table underneath him and adding to the agony he soon will experience. While the barbs aren't quite deep enough to puncture anything fatal, they certainly are sharp enough to rip his skin apart should he attempt to trash around or escape his bindings.
Besides him on the platform is a machine, powered by a portable generator that steadily hums with electricity. Coiled cables connect to the generator, suspended by hangers next to the machine. From their current position, the surviving residents will be able to notice the thick, bloodstained needles at the end of the cables. A small metallic table sits near the generator; a pair of child sized rubber gloves innocently lay on top of it.
Faceless men block access to the platform, 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 H.C. Andersen, chained by one of his legs to the machine. Next to him is a wooden sign, with drawn instructions featuring a man stabbing the wires into another man's body (shoulders, stomach, knees, temples, mouth, and many others that won't prove immediately fatal if punctured), before slowly turning a dial on the machine to cause a death by electrocution. 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. Suzaku is strapped down to a strange table. Barbed wires are wrapped around his throat, wrists, ankles and abdomen. Blood lazily dribbles out of the spots where the wire has already cut into his skin, staining the table underneath him and adding to the agony he soon will experience. While the barbs aren't quite deep enough to puncture anything fatal, they certainly are sharp enough to rip his skin apart should he attempt to trash around or escape his bindings.
Besides him on the platform is a machine, powered by a portable generator that steadily hums with electricity. Coiled cables connect to the generator, suspended by hangers next to the machine. From their current position, the surviving residents will be able to notice the thick, bloodstained needles at the end of the cables. A small metallic table sits near the generator; a pair of child sized rubber gloves innocently lay on top of it.
Faceless men block access to the platform, 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 H.C. Andersen, chained by one of his legs to the machine. Next to him is a wooden sign, with drawn instructions featuring a man stabbing the wires into another man's body (shoulders, stomach, knees, temples, mouth, and many others that won't prove immediately fatal if punctured), before slowly turning a dial on the machine to cause a death by electrocution. 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.]
DES͏T҉̷̸R̸̴O̴̕͘Y͏ ̶T̵̀H̷̨͟E̷̶ ̀F͜҉L̡E͞S̨͘H̨
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̕͘R͠Ȩ͢͞P͞A̧Y T̴̀Ḩ͟Ę B͠L̸͘ÒÒ͘D̡͏
[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. )