day seven - afternoon

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day seven 15 players remaining. [As the day wears on into the afternoon, the dead aren't getting any deader. It's late in the afternoon, and the air is beginning to cool, when the chimes play again over the park loudspeaker. "All of us here at Dreamland wish you luck, guests! Let's meet up in the Hall of Mirrors!" Wherever you are, it's time to make your way over to the House of Horrors, where you'll have to brave the funhouse to find the room on the top floor. Don't delay, or your guest identification bracelet will begin beeping. The House of Mirrors is a large room, more than capable of fitting a crowd. Tall mirrors line every wall, and the door you entered through seems to vanish into a mirror as well. The mirrors give the impression that many, many more are among your number, standing in the background. In the back is a jar filled with blank raffle tickets. You'll have to take a ticket, write down a name, and place it back in the jar. Hopefully you already know who you're voting for, but if not, you only have time for a brief discussion before you're out of time. rulebook character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 10 PM EST on October 10. Voting

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[fanbase]

If you want to find someone to blame for this death? Fine. You can blame me all you want, but acting like you're better than everyone here just because you want my head on a stick isn't going to change the fact that he's dead.

[perfectstrike]

...

[Silence. Then, coolly,]

Nothing can change that. Nothing will. The person who is most at fault... is myself.

And yet, before I can do anything, I will see his killers hang.

[The implication being that Clash doesn't even deserve that much... wow... rude...]

[fanbase]

And what about me? You really wanna tie me up and make sure I explode right by the fence? How does that make you any better than me? Will that really make you feel better about yourself?

Because if there's anything I know, it's that killing those people didn't make me feel any better about myself. Even if I can't remember it. If you think I'm going to stand here and act proud for what I've done then... maybe I am a coward for not doing that, but at least I'm trying to stop myself from it happening to anyone else.

You're just trying to justify your own feelings when you know it won't make you feel any better.

[perfectstrike]

You and I have very different ways of looking at the world.

Don't even attempt to label your feelings as anything close to my own.

[fanbase]

Then the only one either of us should feel sorry for here is you.

[ If it was earlier, it would have come out intentionally cruel. Now it comes out soft and not pitiful, but compassionate. ]