W0: CURFEW

[battling]

we are all bastards here

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[unrecked]

A week or so.

[battling]

[...?!]

That's the shortest I've heard.

[unrecked]

Short, but people died every night until the end, not once a week.

[battling]

Damn, that's a bloodbath.

[unrecked]

Yeah. I got the impression mind was kind of wild compared to the rest of yours.

[battling]

Could be 'cause it got squeezed into a week instead of two months. We'll see how long this goes.

[unrecked]

Probably right. Well, no one died the first night here, so everything probably runs on normal majority schedule.

[battling]

One death this first week, then two to three every week after.

[He's just grabbing a gun and taking it apart.]

[unrecked]

As much as I dislike that, at least it isn't five in one night.

[He

watches this actually.]

[battling]

How many people were there t' begin with?

[It's just a pistol, but Bradley seems very practiced taking it apart smoothly.]

[unrecked]

About forty. So a little more than here.

[Jason will remember this.]

[battling]

[He puts it back together with the same ease.]

Forty two at the school.

[unrecked]

[He whistles.]

A lot.

[battling]

Yeah. 'bout half of us died.

[unrecked]

You guys went almost as ham as we did with the bloodthirst. Congrats.

[battling]

The ones who died didn't get fucked with by the story, so there's that.

[unrecked]

Silvering linings. What do you mean "the story"?

[battling]

The thing that brought us there in the first place. Made the dorm heads think they were different people 'n made the livin' act off near the end.

[Mandi and his meow meows.]

[unrecked]

[Don't like that. He frowns, lips thin.]

So it's not so far-fetched to think that the hotel staff might think they're different people?

[battling]

Wouldn't be surprised if it's takin' bits from former rounds.

[unrecked]

And with the--what was it? Camp? That you can go to. Yeah. Makes sense.

[battling]

Through the revolvin' doors.

Think it's gonna change out each week?

[unrecked]

There's a high probability it might.

[battling]

Talk more about your thing. How'd it work?

[unrecked]

[He shrugs a bit.]

Washed up on the beach of an island with people. Met a woman named Ivan who said we were shipwrecked. Found out every night we'd get thrown in the jungle to be hunted as sport. If you didn't show up to breakfast, you were probably dead. Looked for some corpses at lunch. Pointed fingers at each other over dinner.

Someone got picked to get rid of whoever we voted for over the dinner table. Whatever they had on them, or their hands. We'd get tossed out again after that.

Found out later after dying from another woman named The Judge it was all fake. We were dead, in purgatory, having our souls judged by her. The people killing everyone were trying to save us.