WEEK 0 — ARRIVAL

[cartesio]

Week 0: Arrival

When you wake up you immediately feel something’s off. You sit on the bed and find it’s not your bed, and this isn’t your room either. You seem to be in a rather normal-looking motel room. To your side there’s a trunk, if you open it you’ll find a military uniform, the key to your room, a set of rules and a debit card. Don’t lose those items! Or do lose the rules, you'll find a brand new copy the next day under your pillow. There’s also a calendar on the wall, you can see today’s date. The year is unreadable, but the month and day are very clear:

March 28^th
There it says ‘Meet the Sergeant at the Lodge, 9:00 AM’. There’s also a circle around March 31st, with the word ‘END’ scrawled there.

For now leaving your motel room would be a good choice. When you reach the lobby, you see the receptionist’s desk— no one’s manning it. There’s a rack filled with maps, marking several locations in the town.

There are also many strangers here – and you’re one more. For now it may be a good idea to take a map and explore the town.

After all, looks like you’re stuck here in the boonies for a while.

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March 28^th
March 29^th
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Comments

[cartesio]

I can't do it. I literally can't. [...] Okay, I suppose I can under certain circumstances, but the point is I can't just kill any of you. It's the rules.

[As if forcing everyone kill each other made any sense]

[londonstar]

Then you're saying that there's someone with a higher authority than yours.

[cartesio]

Indeed. But that's none of your concern.

You're not finding out before you run out of time, that much I can promise you.

[londonstar]

It sounds like you don't wish for us to find out either.

[ a pause ]

So who determined that it's one life or twenty-two lives? You? Or the real mastermind behind this?

[cartesio]

Oh, no, the one life part was my idea. I decided this. I judged that was the best bet on how to get someone to do what I ask.

After all, I only need one death. There are twenty-two of you. By sheer numbers that should mean someone among you will be tempted enough.

[And appealing to the risk of so many deaths seemed like the right move for that, apaprently]

[londonstar]

You don't need anything. You're simply following orders given to you from above.

[ a pause. ]

Nevertheless, what will this sacrifice be for? Human sacrifices are used for powerful rituals-- is that the case here?

[cartesio]

I was given the end goal. I have complete liberty on how to achieve it. If I say I need a death, then I need that death.

[And apparently getting a bunch of people and telling them to kill one among them was the way to do it -- according to him]

Something like that. The sacrifice that will be made here will be the start of something great -- of proportions beyond anything you can imagine, if things go well. I can't go into detail, but I assure you this is all worth it.

[londonstar]

If you only need someone to die, then do it yourself.

[ he even quirks an eyebrow when the sergeant says that whatever will happen is beyond his imagination. this has to be some sort of joke, right? ]

If you believe you can surprise me, then that suggests you didn't do a good enough investigation of our lives. I assure you, I am not easily surprised.