Scioly Assassination 165: Camp Scioly

[Thiamazole]

I choose to protect Person-v132 because the clue mentions it being 1:32 AM. The clue also mentions that the blanket is blue and yellow, which are the colors of creekside middle school (i think?) which is Person’s middle school that he attended in the past. Lastly, Person-v132 also coded the ID bots, and the clue mentioned birds and trees.

[Assassinator]

The tree crashes right on top of E, as the flames reach the ground. They spread across the blanket and onto the grass, roasting E alive. At least it was a quick death.

sc95837 has been killed. The next officer clue will be posted in a few hours, and the next victim clue will be on August 25 at midnight UTC.

[Assassinator]

It is late at night. You sneak out of your cabin to look for the water fountain, since you are thirsty and need to refill your water bottle. You see that all the lights from the counselor cabin are on, and you hear muffled discussion. Curious, you approach the door and eavesdrop.

“Something needs to be done. We are having campers dying, four died already from various causes.”
“Right, but what can we do? We are trapped in these woods and there is no service here so we cannot call for help.”

At this point, the door opens and the head counselor walks out. You tried hiding but they spot you anyway.

“You know, you’re not supposed to be here at this hour… what did you hear?”

You explain that you heard about the situation of campers being killed. The counselor nods, then hands you a slip of paper. “If you can figure this message out, this describes what has been happening recently. Perhaps then you could help us figure this situation out.”

“Rgwaw qiisa lew xyeaws, lbs rgwew ua ainw aoueur retubf ri gyer ya. Si bir rwkk lbtvist wkaw lviyr rgua. Tiy lew biq lb idduxwe.”

The first person to DM me the answer will become an officer.

EDIT: Kalimantan28 has been confirmed as an officer.

[Assassinator]

“Alright guys, we will be taking a short break from exploring the wilderness. This afternoon, we will be focusing on bonding activities. We have a variety of sports as well as an arts and crafts station. Go talk to someone you don’t already know, and maybe you will become the best of friends!”

F walks over to the arts and crafts station. Already, people were painting rocks or making origami. F sees a pile of beads and decides to join several others in making friendship bracelets. They grab ten random letter beads and some blue and yellow flower charms, then a strand of elastic string. As they are about to sit down, however, the beads fall to the ground. F bends down to pick them up, but to their surprise, the beads keep escaping their hand. F chases them: past the arts and crafts station, down a trail, across two small streams, through the woods. At some point, the beads finally stop, and F catches up, panting. They pick the beads up, and then see a large arched gate in a patch of overgrown weeds and wildflowers. The sign on the gate reads: KEEP OUT! PRIVATE PROPERTY. BEWARE OF DOG.

Something about this place was…unsettling. F turns around, ready to head back to camp.
“Going somewhere?” a sickeningly sweet voice calls out from behind. “Daisy, attack!”

A massive pitbull charges out from nowhere, running towards F. Normally they weren’t scared of dogs, but this one looked vicious. F bolted, trying to escape the beast. They could feel its hot breath on their heels. It chases F through the woods.

F runs downhill until they reach a tiny dirt path. As soon as their foot steps onto the gravel, a white pickup truck covered in orange mud comes crashing through the trees, headlights shining directly onto the trail. F stops in their tracks, frozen in fear as the truck appears closer and closer…

The kill will happen on August 27 at midnight UTC.

[Kalimantan28]

I protect lueyyin on the basis that it mentions blue and yellow, and they have blue and yellow on their profile pic. They have also made bracelets which is also referenced in the clue. This is why I think I should protect lueyyin.

[treesdea]

i protect lueyyin for blue and yellow pfp with a flower octopus and having made bracelets

[Assassinator]

The truck does not stop. It rams directly into F, instantly killing them. The pitbull stands behind the trail, almost with a smug look on its face as it witnesses the hit and run. It then scampers back to its owner’s house, wagging its tail.

Thiamazole has been killed. Since he was an officer, the new officer clue will be posted in one hour (01:00 UTC).

[Assassinator]

You are at the arts and crafts table, waiting for Thiamazole to come back. Ten minutes pass, and he still is not back. Twenty minutes, thirty, …
A whole hour. The camp counselor announces that activity time is over, and it is now time to clean up. You help put unused beads back in the boxes and pick up trash from the floor, but the whole time you are bothered about where your friend went.

You approach your counselor and ask where Thiamazole is. Their expression immediately changes, and they offer to help you look for him.

The two of you search the woods looking for a trace, when suddenly the counselor lets out a bloodcurdling scream. You rush over to where they stand and see nothing but Thiamazole’s mangled body splattered on a dirt path, with orange mud covering it.

You shudder. Then it all clicks: you have noticed many campers going missing. “Did they…also die?”

“In various other causes, yes. We don’t know much about what has been happening, except that there is something malicious lurking in the woods. Perhaps the nature center will have some information?”

You walk into the nature center, looking for anything that could remotely be useful. A park ranger looks at you and asks if you need help finding anything. You say no thank you and explore. There are exhibits featuring trees, amphibians, mushrooms, understory plants…mammals, birds, insects, fish – anything a naturalist could ever hope to find. But nothing explains any recent, strange phenomena.

At last, you find a book on a stand near the back door. There is a small slip of paper in between the pages. You open the book to page 206 and 207, and the slip falls out. Picking it up, you note small scribbles and drawings. In the center, you see writing:

“Meioy cni. Cua mlcud siab euq hcn ocnrq pa iya uaxi. T weh cl weh uci pa tu iyts sewa lccw ltdyi ucm. Dccq rnov, euq qc uci eudal wa.”

The first person to DM me the meaning of this message will become an officer.

EDIT: kokonattsu has been confirmed as officer.

[Assassinator]

G casts their fishing rod into the lake, excited to finally go fishing. They sit back and close their eyes, imagining catching a massive fish. Smoke it, grill it, fry it… the possibilities were endless. G drools just thinking about that night’s potential dinner.
They feel a tug coming from the other side of the rod. Reeling the line back, G sees a large trout. They remove the hook from its mouth and hold it by its tail, urging their friend to snap a photo. While their friend fumbles around for a camera, G grows impatient. “Come on, you’re as slow as a turtle! Hurry up!” The photo finally prints, and G records the length and mass of the fish onto the photograph.
At dinnertime, the camp counselor instructs everybody to cook the fish they had all caught in the afternoon. G grabs their now fileted trout and puts it on a grill, adding some salt and pepper.
Finally it is time to eat. G removes the fish from the grill, squeezes some lemon juice onto the fresh meat, and digs in. It is absolutely delicious. They offer some to their friend, who remarks that it tastes quite undercooked.

Hours pass. G notices a dull pain in their abdomen. They groan very loudly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I feel fine. Amazing, actually,” G replies, rolling their eyes.
“You’re not fine. I knew your cooking wasn’t finished. You should go rest.”
G ignores their friend, deciding to take a walk. Suddenly, the pain intensifies and G starts gagging. They run over to the base of a tree and heave, then vomit.
This is no ordinary purge, however. The pile of liquid becomes marked with red as blood mixes into what used to be dinner. The volume is tremendous. As G struggles to breathe, it starts going down their breathing passages, filling their lungs. The acid burn makes their throat sore. G coughs but to no avail. They fall to the ground, choking on their own eject.

The kill will take place on August 30 at 00:00 UTC.