Forget all your troubles

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.

There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.

As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]

Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.

Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy

However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.

We eagerly await to meet you.

-Your Host

[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.

Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.

But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]

Comments

[tanukey]

Guess that's a no.

[Lekmet might not be suffering from a hardened larynx, but Rocket's still got a lot of experience interpreting very limited vocabulary.]

Might be? I mean, I sure as hell ain't trusting food from kidnappers til I've seen you idiots eat it first.

[angelgoatdemon]

[He looks at the food, then back to Rocket. Again at the food, then back to the raccoon.

After a moment of considering the odds, he shrugs, then finishes the rest of his food. It might as well be the best way to go.]

Baaa! ....Baa-aaa-aa?

[Tastes normal enough! Food aside, hes wondering what Rocket's looking for.]

[tanukey]

[Your sacrifice will be remembered, Lekmet. In the sense that if you drop dead, Rocket will show the others to the tune of "told you so".]

Lookin' for something to greet our hosts with, if they're actually stupid enough to show themselves. Freakin' assholes took all my gear.

[angelgoatdemon]

[truly a heroic death-]

[Lekmet points at the knife drawer, assuming Rocket's gonna cook for some reason.]

Aaaa.

[The blades are pretty dull and covered in tomato sauce. Listen, he's not very good with a can opener]

[tanukey]

[Cook, attempt to murder, it's basically the same thing right? Regardless, he comes over and pulls open the knife drawer, inspecting the contents.]

...Man, this is worse than I thought.

[He holds up one of the knives, wiping off a small fingerful of sauce.]

You couldn't cut jack with these. ...'cept whatever left this crap.