Information wouldn’t hurt if we are to unravel this conundrum…
“Alright, children. The identity of the hunter is… every single one of you. You’re all the hunters, and you’re all the quarry. I won’t explain any more.”
“Yeah…” N sighed. “Figured.”
“aha! i am the hunter! fear me-- wait, what?”
That just made this “hunt” thing more confusing.
“Wooohoooo, we are parting tonight and getting relationships going! See? Even this weird voice agrees!”
Matilda just sits down, the blank expression coming back over her face.
”That’s even more confusing than if you’d said nothing?”
“…”
all of us? That’s it? That’s the answer?
what a shameful end to this mystery. No, there must be more.
surely?
Please stop, thank you.
”Figured? Do you- do you know anything else?” Matilda asks him, a bit hopefully.
W-w-what?!? I- I- I’m not g-going to h-hunt any-anyone!!
I will be no such quarry as I am Arthur. The greatest and best of them all.
actually you know what? Riddle me this.
what’s in it for us to kill?
(is this an Apex Legends reference or?)
“Guys, you got it all wrong. Quarry is name of a famous university party. They want us to spend some together and stuff.”
“So instead of making drama, let’s party! Hey, voice, turn on the music!”
Hmm?
Who said anything about killing?
((everyone just awkwardly pretends to not know exactly everything about what will happen))
/default dance
to hunt is to kill, no?
What, do you think we’re playing hide and seek and all of us are seekers?
Maybe.
You seem to be jumping to conclusions.
: )