Scioly Assassination 153- Scythe

[AstroClarinet]

Does fear die before death? Or does fear defy death?

Their eyes glared at the tattered mansion, standing skeleton on the corner of the empty, shabby streets. The abandoned house stood with poise as it’s doors creaked with every blowing gust. The wooden shingles rippled above the rotting dead grass. The group paused with time, gulping as the house shuddered. The door creaked open, only moving a centimeter at a time.

The crumbling walls cackled. It’s sinister voice echoed,“Do you want to enter love?”

“It’ll be loads of fun.”

“Don't you want to see the truth?” The voice erupted with laughter, “Or are you just too blinded by conventional ideologies?”

“Are you brave enough to challenge yourself?”

The strangers sent glances to each other as their eyes flicked between the rotting wooden door and amongst themselves. Their shadows crept onto their backs, slowly clasping around their necks, tightening it. Some of them, confused by this puzzling promise of perception, stepped onto the barren lawn permeated by creeping roots. Only their harsh, heavy breaths echo into the night sky.

“What are you waiting for, darlings? Come on in, it’ll be fun.”

The group let their fears consume them, only leaving their footprints behind, while the wind suddenly stops.

RULES:
1.Anyone may participate, however, only the first six people to reply will be given the chance to save their fellow humans…
2.Reaper may or may not use gender neutral pronouns in every clue.
3.Each officer may only protect or accuse once per clue.
4.If an officer correctly protects a human, they earn an accusation point.
5.If an officer dies, their accusation points will be lost.
6.There will be ten clues. Each clue lasts 72 hours.
7.The reaper will hint at members of the group they plan to target, and occasionally at who they are...
8.Use this format to accuse the reaper: “Is _____ the one who has conspired to claim our lives?”
9.Once a human is killed, they may only post once after dying. It cannot be direct speculations, or blatant answers to clues. It must be a discreet goodbye.
10.With each of the ten clues, a group member is killed, and if the reaper isn't found by when the clues end...well…GOODBYE.
11.The rules can have changes made accordingly.
12.If the reaper does not post in 72 hours, an extra accusation point will be given to one officer.
Last thing, This funhouse may or may not have multiple reapers waiting to claim a soul.

This game will start after six people have replied.

[Fyren]

This looks fun! I'm loving the format already, and I'll be honest in that this seems like something I would write myself. However, the title Scythe reminds me of the book titled Scythe by Neal Shusterman, and if I recall correctly we did have a discussion about that in TPBM.

[k1208438]

This does look like a game that should've been on Halloween

[sneepity]

OOH okay this seems fun! Like Fyren said, the title of the book was discussed in TPBM before, not sure if thats relevant or not to this game though! The format seems cool too :smil:
(also long due for me to participate in a sassy game)

[raytay]

ooh I would love to try and participate this time if that’s alright

[LittleMissNyan]

this seems like an interesting theme oOoOoOoOo

[sciolyperson1]

I'll participate

[builderguy135]

i'll participate wait no

[sneepity]

Officers have been chosen. Welcome to the game.
Fyren
k1208438
sneepity
raytay
LittleMissNyan
sciolyperson1

[sneepity]

HOUR 0

The group decides to split. They huddle together, as the wind suddenly ceases, but the air gets chiller, ridden with the scent of musk and fir.

tick tock.

“We’ll go this way.” One of them says as they hug a taller friend, pointing towards the tattered stairway cobbled with vines.

“There's enough pathways for the rest of us to travel as one.” Another adds.

The group nodded as a chilly gust struck their backs.

tick tock.

The pair of two sprint off into the never ending hallway on the second story. As they glance toward the center, there lays a crystal chandelier, glimmering with Swarovski crystals. The shorter girl's lips softens to a smile as she glances at her ring to see the same Swarovski crystals decorating it. The taller's eyes fall upon something in the ceiling, his brow twists as he notices a paper…

“Is that a piece of paper stuck in there?”

“What is it? Maybe it’s something we need to know”

The taller walks and retrieves the paper, reaching precariously over the rail of the stairs just enough to not fall over. His eyes skim over the paper in his hands. It's just bright enough for him to read the front of the sheet.

Aren’t those swarovski crystals nice? Do they remind you of something?

Hurry up… put it in order.

The taller raises the paper in the air, letting the light of the chandelier illuminate it. Maybe he was missing something? He scratches his head, tilting it to the side.

The shorter’s eyes widenes, “There’s something written on the back of the paper.”

The taller scrambles with the paper in his hands. In an instant, he flips the paper over. Both their eyes scan over the pencil scribbles.

kpr rfgnr twhvcmf hfe

“What is this nonsense?” The taller smacks the paper to the ground.

The shorter girl picks up the paper from the ground, “Let’s at least finish reading it, there might be more?”

She glances at the paper, reading the final words.

Hurry up. That should be enough for now. - Reaper