Records
You find yourself in a maze of tapes, floppy disks, and all other sorts of means of collecting information. On a table in the middle of the room, you find a skeleton that pulses with an infernal energy. It’s hunched over at a table with broken electronics presumably meant to allow for the accessing of information. Several papers on the floor are scribbled over with ‘ARE WE SO BLIND TO THINK OURSELVES IMMUNE TO CONSEQUENCE?’ Something definitely happened here, and it gives off an eerie vibe as a result.
- Papers:
From: The Professor
The stars will be aligned soon. Our sigils will hopefully protect your people as you attempt to dissect information from the falling star. Do not forsake the artifact we gave you to withhold its power and focus it. Or else you will likely meet your doom as it tears your reality apart.
- Skeleton: Upon inspecting the skeleton, you find that a heart like object in the middle of their chest is beating. Maybe you could figure out what it does with careful observation? (Requires an INT% roll)
Heart Burn (Weapon) - Causes an explosion within 20 seconds when set on fire. +20% kill chance when detonated.
- Going back the way you came sends you to another room
BIG DEETS
Tape/Floppy Disk playing
At the beginning of all normal tapes: Upon playing the tape/casette/floppy disk, a video roars to life. You immediately see the visage of Arctic talking, with the background indistinguishable.
(Play these in order)
Case Log: ████ All of the other participants in this ‘game’ appear to have been effected in a manner such that they are acting out in uncharacteristic ways for children at that age normally. This doesn’t seem to purely be the conditions provided by the game. There seems to be a much darker force at play. My current theory proposes a ringmaster whipping the circus animals (us) into action for the amusement of a crowd. I’ve already fended off attempts on my life from Arthur and Alicia, of whom I had profiled from the start as individuals of reasonable mental stability.
Case Log: ████ I don’t know what to say. I have recently found and played a tape containing me talking to myself about this game. A brief overlook would tell me that the game mentioned by myself is at least fairly similar to the one I’m currently in. There’s much to be discussed and discovered here. For possible future incarnations of me, I propose that we use this method of recording in order to pass information along so we can ascertain the truth of the predicament we find ourselves in. As a note, we likely should only add information if it contradicts an earlier theory slash finding, or adds a substantial finding that’s useful for us.
Case Log: ████ In accordance with the current plan, I’ve found out several things and created a few theories to test at a later date. If I’m going to keep coming back, then it’s at least worth it to plan for the future. Methods of recording information seem to only be transferred between sessions (?) in highly magical areas, such as the halls of non-euclidean geometry or (as I theorize) the towers at Feybrook. If you don’t know, check the painting in the Entrance Hall of the castle. As for areas that you wouldn’t already know about at this point that will show up…there’s another castle. It’ll appear from the clouds the second the fourth execution takes place. It defies a conventional understanding of reality, leading me to think that we aren’t on a physical plane of existence.
Case Log: ████ I give up. The previous Harleck is right. We aren’t on a physical plane of existence. We are in a simulation, doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over ad infinitum. To any future Harlecks, there is more evidence leading to the confirmation of a theory I had about there being a person with influence over the simulation among us. But that’s for the rest of you to figure out. I’m going to kill someone and leave this place. There are suits that were suddenly conjured out of thin air that allow for undetected murder. At least merciful oblivion will yield better results than trying fruitlessly to win an impossible fight.(edited)
Case Log: ████ I’ve found that, after reading these, I tend to engage more with the philosophical side of our predicament. To what end did a cruel god cast me and several others into a maze of their own making? For their own enjoyment? For the advancement of science? As an accident? I’ll not know the truth without answers. And I will seek answers until I breathe my last. My current suspect for the one controlling the cameras is ████. ████ has been acting in an irregular manner, at times acting as if knowing the culprit in each case yet deliberately sabotaging the trials themselves. Why is ████ doing this? I do not know. I’ll confront them on the roof of the castle.
The words Harleck spoke are seemingly impossible to determine. Why could this be? You don’t know.
Final video
This next video is entirely different from the others. You see Harleck’s body, laying limp on the ground next to the side of the castle. Harleck’s head is a bloody mess, and so is the rest of his body. Next to his body is a figure cloaked in shadow, utterly impossible to determine despite the feed being visible anywhere else.
“Harleck. This will never solve anything. You will never solve anything. The truth of everything is that we were all placed here like rats to help accomplish the prideful plight of a manchild. It is simple as that. Do not try to find me. Do not record anything. There is no point. I will not harm you, but everyone else will. And, as you have come to know, my influence is wide and reaches deep.”
Any future videos after this point will follow this format
Upon playing the tape/casette/floppy disk, a video roars to life. You see Harleck [death method]. Subliminal messaging shows messages such as “Learn or break”, “Give in”, “For your own sake”, among others of lesser note.
Death methods:
- Strung up from the edge of the broken ramparts
- Drawn and quartered, but with nanotech robots taking the place of horses
- Shoved from the Senate Gallery to the Senate
- Bleeding out after being stabbed by hundreds of individual needles
- Impaled by multiple spears
- Crushed by falling rubble in the senate
- Hung up and roasted to a crisp
- Tied on top of an iron grill and slowly roasted
- Ripped open by a hook which was tied to a cinderblock
- Turned into a bomb by an unknown ritual
- Died to frostbite
- Killed by AREADBHAR
- Eaten by the dragon
- Stoned to death
- Had their internal gravity flipped upside down, causing their body to cease functioning
- Shot by a gun disguised as a banana
- Skinned alive with the point of a compass
- Force fed sludge until their stomach bursted
- Electrocuted
- CRUCIFIED
- Killed by a heavenly light coming from the sky
- Insides turned to mush by an energy beam
- Consciousness hooked up to a mainframe, causing the body to go braindead
- Scientifically disproven, thus ceasing to exist
- Stabbed in the Castle Entrance
- Shot through the neck by a Kunai in a smokescreen
- Impaled upon the roof of the Castle
- Vaporized by a laser