Willis @ 3/4/2012 2:50

Bryce looked over at his teammates. The clock on the screen was almost at zero. "Maybe we should move guys....guys?" The two just stared at the lava before Hupu turned to face Bryce nodding. He followed along. Bryce smiled. Something at least. Brock stood staring out before setting foot behind. The clock hit zero. The screen flashed and a pillar began descending from the ceiling ready to crush them. Bryce did a forward roll courageously through the open Western door. The ceiling continued to fall as Hupu and Brock walked much less dramatically through. Bryce frowned. Taking stock of new surroundings as the pillar slammed down hard in the previous room, Bryce eyed up the walls carefully. Nothing much on shoe other than a backpack with the front pocket ripped off which sat dead centre on the floor. Bryce picked it up curiously but it was empty. Bryce then glanced up at the ceiling where a strange shaded tunnel was inaccessible high above. It came in from the East and curved before heading out of the Northern wall. Another tunnel came in from the South and headed out East. Next to the bag was a small pocket which had been torn from it. It had been crafted into a hat. Bryce picked it up absent mindedly. It was a p. cool looking hat. "What should we do guys?" He asked curiously. They continued to stare. Bryce shook his head miserably as his eye caught the large message written in chalk on the nearby wall. The message read: "LYNCH: BROCK" Bryce jumped as he glared over at the silent watching figure of Brock Keithem nervously.

Hupu and Bryce flanked the silent gawping figure of Brock Keithem. They didn't really know what he'd done to deserve a lynching but the chalk never lied. They grabbed him and pinned him down.

"Wait what?" Brock said nervously. Bryce smiled as he motioned to Hupu to grab the backpack. Hupu grabbed it and tore it in two with his enormous muscles. He wrapped the scraps of bag together and tied a very sturdy knot, then looping it around Brock's neck.

Bryce smiled. Nothing like a good old fashioned lynching to start the day off nicely. Brock struggled as his mouth was covered and Hupu tightened the knot around Brock's neck. He then took one of the straps that was left hanging from the whole mess and tried to loop it around a pipe jutting from the ceiling. No good.

"Hm" Said Hupu bemused. He then motioned Bryce who walked over and grabbed the struggling Brock, hoisting him up higher with Hupu. Bryce held Brock aloft as Hupu circled around and climbed onto Bryce's shoulders. Bryce yelled out as he had to support the weight of two people but it was for a good cause. Hupu got the strap from the pack, wound it around the pipe and tied it securely.

Brock kicked and struggled too much and Bryce fell over from the sheer weight. Hupu toppled on his back due to being dropped. And there was a snap.

Brock Keithem's body swung morbidly from the makeshift pack noose around his neck. It was lifeless and gruesome.

Bryce frowned. Not a pretty sight indeed but at least they were safe now from whatever he did and his silence was freaking them out. The two of them were better off without the silent creep stalking their every move. Bryce grabbed the crafted hat from the floor and knotted it around his head as he led his very quiet companion on an adventure into the deepest unknown.

"Onwards!" He declared.

"Suh!" Hupu saluted and the two waited by the exit.

There was a creak as in the distance as the body of Brock swung back and forth.

Brock felt the life fall out of him with a snap. He'd been doomed from the minute he walked in here so he might as well get it over with. His vision blurred as the two figures walked off towards the door. Whoever wrote that message...wanted him dead...ugh...

but loads wanted him dead. He didn't mean to lie. He'd never meant to lie. And he didn't mean to screw things up so badly. He was just naturally paranoid and everybody hated him for reasons he could never understand. Brock whimpered silently as the pain took over. Then his head flopped down. The world went black.

Brock felt like he was falling...did the noose fall free? No...this was different. This was a very long fall and he wasn't feeling altogether that human. As he plummeted down he caught what would be described as a glimpse of flame if he still had vision. He didn't. But he sensed it...somehow.

And the flames rose, consuming his essence almost entirely. They burnt away at all that was and had once been Brock Keithem. He felt rested and cleansed almost...no more need to be screwed around...or make enemies.

He'd be lying if he said he'd had a good run. And his mother had always told him liars are going straight to hell. Seems like she was telling the truth. One final fleeting thought crossed what was no longer tangibly a mind, but an essence of being.

"I wish I had a gun."

You have been killed.

But don't fear. Death isn't the end in this adventure. There is still a chance you may return to the world of the living once more. In the meantime please refrain from discussing anything outside of the game. You will still have access to your journal where you can muse on things while you wait to see what happens next.

Please continue to check into your journal every day in case you are revived at any point and need to return to the game.