WEEK 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well finally deaths are starting to happen in this hell park, and for the amount of shitposting this round is, I'll admit I'm pleasently surprised to see how determined people are to make sure this doesn't happen again.

... Not that it'll matter of course, but it's the thought that counts.

Still, once you wake up on Saturday, you'll find that a new land has opened up! It... sure is a new land, at least?]

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Comments

[fiftyyearspast]

It sounds like a deadly rollercoaster for small people. Did anyone else see you?

[just so he knows who to suspect if someone tries a murder]

[thegreateggscape]

It would be embarrassing if they had.

[Don’t look at her other threads, Jack.]

[fiftyyearspast]

Well that's good. No one would get ideas to try something. [f is for paying respects to spongebob, days later]

[thegreateggscape]

I'd like to hope no one would.

[She sighs. She thought that before.]

[fiftyyearspast]

[it's fine they're gonna be safe from that method for the time being]

It's most peculiar. I assume these machines have something to do with hygiene and survival, and yet there's a carnival ride next to it. Like some sort of big bad in the midst of ordinary things.

[nothing makes sense here but jack questions it anyway-]

[thegreateggscape]

Even though I've never seen these things before, the irony of it isn't wasted on me.

[She lets out a small laugh despite herself.]

[fiftyyearspast]

[Jack lets out a good natured chuckle and jabs a thumb at the bigger ride]

Want to try that other one? I have a feeling that's much safer.

[thegreateggscape]

I don't think we should really be doing any thrillseeking at a time like this.

[Show her how to have fun, Jack.]

[fiftyyearspast]

Normally I'd agree, but we haven't gotten anywhere close with our escape plans.

This wouldn't take long or throw a wench in those current plans, I promise.

[thegreateggscape]

I'd just hate to get distracted. Or too comfortable.

[fiftyyearspast]

Valid. [Nods, perhaps the ride has a height requirement. And then a brief moment later:] Are you sure?

[thegreateggscape]

[She thinks on it for a moment.]

Well...I suppose there might be something worth investigating there.

[fiftyyearspast]

After you. [Jack politely gestures to allow her to lead the way. It'll be fun, probably!]

[thegreateggscape]

Right.

[She doesn't feel at all weird about leading the way, even being a chicken.]

You wouldn't happen to know what a motor is, would you?

[fiftyyearspast]

It's some kind of smaller machine inside bigger ones that makes it move, I believe. I used to take it apart with a sword.

[on an unrelated note, he misses that motorcycle of his]

[thegreateggscape]

Beth told me they might have one in those machines back there. That's why I was looking.

[She looks towards the ride now, plans forming in her head.]

But I think there might be a much larger one in that.

[fiftyyearspast]

[Jack's eager to see where this is going] You have something in mind? I could er, break stuff into parts if it comes to it.

[thegreateggscape]

That fog. It stops us from going too far out, so there must be a reason why.

[There's a look of hope on her face.]

If we could build something to clear it, we might be able to find a way out.

[fiftyyearspast]

An excellent idea! I'll try to scavenge as many parts as possible. [Nothing like smarts and brute force to keep them all going]

[thegreateggscape]

I'm glad I can count on you.