WEEK 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's been a month now, and even more people keep dying. Even more, one of the beloved (if.... very weird) guests killed two people just because it was "funny", and while there seems to be other people they don't seem too interested in helping out or even being seen.

This week a new land opens to the public which, depending on the last trial might be a blessing or a curse.]

17 Guests Remain

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Comments

[fiftyyearspast]

Fair enough. It'd be a really dumb way to get sick or die. I don't think I'm feeling the whole weed think taking effect yet?? Munchies seem to help.

[Oh hey he's found the 'weird chips flavor' section. Jack holds this atrocity up]

...Maybe it's affecting me right now. Think we should burn these?

[udderly]

I'm sure they'll be good kindling. [He's looking at some, uh. Interesting? Chips? And grimacing.] Wow. These are really fatty.

[fiftyyearspast]

Yep, these are all gonna last us awhile. They'll keep us warm for however long- maybe we can use them for a camp gathering soon. Throw one of those parties to make us forget, all that.

[Grabs a bunch of these cursed bags. He feels like he's forgetting something, like the fact they all live indoors in a cheap, seedy hotel.]

[udderly]

[It's fine. We're gonna make a campfire.]

Oh, that sounds like a good idea. We could tell campfire stories!