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rollplayinghouse) wrote2019-10-18 09:29 pm
rollplayinghouse) wrote2019-10-18 09:29 pm
Day 165 memory game writeup
It's very late in the night. You and your friend head into the dorms, and into ----'s room.
It looks like it was inhabited some combination of a 12-year-old boy, a hoarder, and a conspiracy theorist. There's a whiteboard with portraits and notes taped to it. There are piles of cardboard boxes filled with random papers. And then the weirder stuff - a horse-head mask, an inner tube, a wax statue of a blond-haired boy suspended against the wall by its ankles...? Somehow you're not that surprised.
"I don't know where he got all this stuff, but he hoarded a lot of things. It's unsettling, but... we should investigate it..." you say.
"Right..." your friend says. You both start looking around. Some of the random items on the floor are recognizable.
"Ah, this is... the hidden camera I set up in the library...?" Your friend says. "And this is the inner tube that was floating in the pool... And this is the book from the Caged Child seance!"
"...He was gathering evidence from all the past incidents? The murder weapons aren't here, but why on earth was he gathering all this--" You break off, shaking your head. "...No, it's pointless to try and understand what he was thinking."
"Maybe you're right..." Your friend doesn't sound certain of it.
You both move on, regardless. The next thing that draws his attention is a brightly colored tablet computer sitting on the bed. You recognize it, too - you all got one, before, containing your personalized "motive videos."
"This motive video probably isn't his..." your friend says.
"Then there's no point in looking, is there?" You're on a time limit, after all.
"No, we should check. I want to know what he knew. It would explain his actions." He presses play on the tablet.
A brightly colored title appears on the screen: ----'s Motive Video. And a cheerful narration plays.
"Alright! Back by popular demand, it's time for the motive video! Who's the most important person in *your* life? And without further ado..."
"What? It's his?"
The screen changes to show a collection of people in matching outfits and clown masks.
"----, the ----. He caused mayhem the world over as the leader of the secret organization, XXXX. And by 'mayhem,' I mean petty nonviolent crime and harmless pranks... Anyway, ---- had ten loyal goons working for him. These goons were like friends and family. The most important people in his life. But then, a terrible event befell these precious people... What kinda event? It's a secret! Find out for yourself!" The video ends with an unsettling laugh.
You're both surprised he had his own motive video - most of them had gotten mixed up - but he wouldn't be the only one. It doesn't really matter now, either way... the stranger part is that the video doesn't make sense with what you know about him.
Next you turn to the pile of cardboard boxes, shuffling through some of the papers. They look like blueprints.
"They're mostly drawings of childish fantasy weapons, like ray guns and beam swords... I wonder if the Electrohammer and Electrobomb blueprints are here. Maybe he drew whatever came to mind, and then selected a few for xxx to create. Looking at everything, a lot of these childish designs seem impossible to create..." You frown at the paper.
"That might have been his intention," your friend offers. "He could have prepared a few fake blueprints to mask the real ones. It's nearly impossible to check all of them... lowering the chance that someone would find it."
"You mean, there might be something important hidden among this stuff?" You bite your lip.
"I believe that's a possibility, but I don't have time to look--"
"Then I'll do it," you cut in, firmly.
"Huh?" He stares at you.
You take a seat in front of the boxes and begin sorting through the childish sketches of ray guns and light sabers, looking for anything that actually looks reasonable.
"...Thank you," your friend says, after a moment.
"...No problem."
He pokes around the room some more, and you look through more papers. Around the point you get through the first box, something that's been weighing on you finally forces its way to the surface. "Hey... I wanted to ask you something."
He turns to look at you. "Hm? What is it?"
Your fingers tighten around the cardboard. "___ believed ----. He believed that someone is watching this killing game. ...What do you think?"
It takes him a moment to respond. "---- does have a compelling point. This killing game only makes sense if there's an audience. Why else would there be all of these rules designed to make it more interesting? It's just like ****'s killing game from the past."
"[] is particularly strict about upholding the rules and livening up the killing game... Is it because someone's watching? But we're all that's left of humanity, aren't we? Even if he did say it was to show someone, no one else is alive anywhere else, right? I wonder... if someone really did infiltrate this place."
"That *is* a mystery... But all mysteries conceal some truth. There's still a truth to find in this killing game."
He looks around the room a bit more, but eventually runs out of things to investigate, so you speak up again. "If you're done, you can leave. I'm going to keep checking the blueprints."
"B-But--"
"We rely on you most, especially in this situation. After all, you're... ___'s sidekick."
"..." He smiles at you.
"...But before you go, I found something strange that I want you to look at."
"Something strange?"
You hold out an envelope. Written on the outside is "This isn't a will."
"W-What is this? Is this really a will?"
"I think it is, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was fake, either. He was a liar, after all. But if it's real, why did he leave it...?"
"He left us this information in case his plan failed." He says it so decisively. It makes your hackles rise.
"He did? I don't think he'd do something like that."
"Well, we should look inside. Then we'll know more." He opens the envelope and a small piece of paper falls out. It's just a post-it note: "The second message is on the wall next to the boiler in the rear garden."
You're not impressed. "That's all...? It's probably just another one of his horrible pranks."
"...I'm not sure about that. I should investigate just in case. It might be an important clue."
You sigh. "Do what you want, just don't waste any time. It will be dawn before you know it."
"Yeah." He exits, finally, and leaves you sitting on the floor sorting through more childish sketches. You still don't trust ----. But something strange is going on. You just have to trust *him*.
It looks like it was inhabited some combination of a 12-year-old boy, a hoarder, and a conspiracy theorist. There's a whiteboard with portraits and notes taped to it. There are piles of cardboard boxes filled with random papers. And then the weirder stuff - a horse-head mask, an inner tube, a wax statue of a blond-haired boy suspended against the wall by its ankles...? Somehow you're not that surprised.
"I don't know where he got all this stuff, but he hoarded a lot of things. It's unsettling, but... we should investigate it..." you say.
"Right..." your friend says. You both start looking around. Some of the random items on the floor are recognizable.
"Ah, this is... the hidden camera I set up in the library...?" Your friend says. "And this is the inner tube that was floating in the pool... And this is the book from the Caged Child seance!"
"...He was gathering evidence from all the past incidents? The murder weapons aren't here, but why on earth was he gathering all this--" You break off, shaking your head. "...No, it's pointless to try and understand what he was thinking."
"Maybe you're right..." Your friend doesn't sound certain of it.
You both move on, regardless. The next thing that draws his attention is a brightly colored tablet computer sitting on the bed. You recognize it, too - you all got one, before, containing your personalized "motive videos."
"This motive video probably isn't his..." your friend says.
"Then there's no point in looking, is there?" You're on a time limit, after all.
"No, we should check. I want to know what he knew. It would explain his actions." He presses play on the tablet.
A brightly colored title appears on the screen: ----'s Motive Video. And a cheerful narration plays.
"Alright! Back by popular demand, it's time for the motive video! Who's the most important person in *your* life? And without further ado..."
"What? It's his?"
The screen changes to show a collection of people in matching outfits and clown masks.
"----, the ----. He caused mayhem the world over as the leader of the secret organization, XXXX. And by 'mayhem,' I mean petty nonviolent crime and harmless pranks... Anyway, ---- had ten loyal goons working for him. These goons were like friends and family. The most important people in his life. But then, a terrible event befell these precious people... What kinda event? It's a secret! Find out for yourself!" The video ends with an unsettling laugh.
You're both surprised he had his own motive video - most of them had gotten mixed up - but he wouldn't be the only one. It doesn't really matter now, either way... the stranger part is that the video doesn't make sense with what you know about him.
Next you turn to the pile of cardboard boxes, shuffling through some of the papers. They look like blueprints.
"They're mostly drawings of childish fantasy weapons, like ray guns and beam swords... I wonder if the Electrohammer and Electrobomb blueprints are here. Maybe he drew whatever came to mind, and then selected a few for xxx to create. Looking at everything, a lot of these childish designs seem impossible to create..." You frown at the paper.
"That might have been his intention," your friend offers. "He could have prepared a few fake blueprints to mask the real ones. It's nearly impossible to check all of them... lowering the chance that someone would find it."
"You mean, there might be something important hidden among this stuff?" You bite your lip.
"I believe that's a possibility, but I don't have time to look--"
"Then I'll do it," you cut in, firmly.
"Huh?" He stares at you.
You take a seat in front of the boxes and begin sorting through the childish sketches of ray guns and light sabers, looking for anything that actually looks reasonable.
"...Thank you," your friend says, after a moment.
"...No problem."
He pokes around the room some more, and you look through more papers. Around the point you get through the first box, something that's been weighing on you finally forces its way to the surface. "Hey... I wanted to ask you something."
He turns to look at you. "Hm? What is it?"
Your fingers tighten around the cardboard. "___ believed ----. He believed that someone is watching this killing game. ...What do you think?"
It takes him a moment to respond. "---- does have a compelling point. This killing game only makes sense if there's an audience. Why else would there be all of these rules designed to make it more interesting? It's just like ****'s killing game from the past."
"[] is particularly strict about upholding the rules and livening up the killing game... Is it because someone's watching? But we're all that's left of humanity, aren't we? Even if he did say it was to show someone, no one else is alive anywhere else, right? I wonder... if someone really did infiltrate this place."
"That *is* a mystery... But all mysteries conceal some truth. There's still a truth to find in this killing game."
He looks around the room a bit more, but eventually runs out of things to investigate, so you speak up again. "If you're done, you can leave. I'm going to keep checking the blueprints."
"B-But--"
"We rely on you most, especially in this situation. After all, you're... ___'s sidekick."
"..." He smiles at you.
"...But before you go, I found something strange that I want you to look at."
"Something strange?"
You hold out an envelope. Written on the outside is "This isn't a will."
"W-What is this? Is this really a will?"
"I think it is, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was fake, either. He was a liar, after all. But if it's real, why did he leave it...?"
"He left us this information in case his plan failed." He says it so decisively. It makes your hackles rise.
"He did? I don't think he'd do something like that."
"Well, we should look inside. Then we'll know more." He opens the envelope and a small piece of paper falls out. It's just a post-it note: "The second message is on the wall next to the boiler in the rear garden."
You're not impressed. "That's all...? It's probably just another one of his horrible pranks."
"...I'm not sure about that. I should investigate just in case. It might be an important clue."
You sigh. "Do what you want, just don't waste any time. It will be dawn before you know it."
"Yeah." He exits, finally, and leaves you sitting on the floor sorting through more childish sketches. You still don't trust ----. But something strange is going on. You just have to trust *him*.