WEEK ONE: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK ONE: MINGLE (40 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and it's the start of a new week. To the participants, yesterday's events may seem distant now—albeit not as distant as their life before this. Whether or not they notice, they will have lost a memory upon waking up. The barrier to the north is down, and beyond the bridge lies new areas to explore. Strangely, what was there last week seems to have been replaced overnight. That's not the only thing that's different, either. The participants will find that their lodgings have changed. Finally, should anyone check their PHS, Hajime, Pikachu, and Virid's profiles have been removed. Three Leaders can be found around the area, open (?) to approach. If participants want to speak to them more privately, or to an absent Leader, it looks like they'll have to go through another channel. Furthermore, it looks as though the rules have updated. Finally, this week, the participants will find themselves drawn to one person in particular. Whoever that is, they will find themselves compelled to be close to them physically. The longer they attempt to resist this, the more compelled they will be... and the closer they will want to be, to the point that it might be emotionally and physically draining to not be holding hands or hugging them for several hours because you've ignored them too long. That's fun.

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[stillnot]

Everyone in my world is infected. When we die, we come back as monsters.

[ that's the easiest way to explain it. ]

And the only way to take out a monster is by destroying the brain.

[riegan]

(Infected... like with some sort of disease?)

... I'm sorry. (It sounds wild! He doesn't really understand it because what does he have to really relate to it? But it sounds miserable. ) That has to be difficult for loved ones.

(LIke, if his friends died and came back to life and he had to kill them? It would hurt.)

[stillnot]

[ she... shrugs. ]

I'm used to it.

[ you don't get used to it. and she never gets used to people expressing sympathy like that, either, over something that's just her every-day life. ]

Anyway, we don't always get the chance, but people usually try to bury the people they knew. Say a few words to remember them by.

And burn the people they didn't know.