"Through me you go to the grief wracked city; Through me you go to everlasting pain; Through me you go a pass among lost souls. Justice inspired my exalted Creator: I am a creature of the Holiest Power, of Wisdom in the Highest and of Primal Love. Nothing till I was made was made, only eternal beings. And I endure eternally. Abandon all hope - Ye Who Enter Here"
Donovan shrugged and headed up through the Northern door. Getting libellous messages did not make him happy. Very little did down here. He stormed into the room beyond where the silence chamber loomed in the ancient hallway.
He crossed over into the dome and glanced up at the screen. The turret was gone. So was the damn eye. Good riddance. He went into the dome and scoured around nervously.
The three corpses were still on the ground motionless. The blood was dried up now but it was not a pretty sight to behold. And the smell was becoming something awful. He sat on the bench and rubbed his hands as the other four joined him. This damn bench had cost them so much.
Iron Face jumped up as something caught his eye. Somebody had chalked a message on the floor over here. The group gathered around to read it.
"patitur populum loqui"
Alex frowned and then pointed to the floor on the other side.
"There's another one!" He said curiously.
They gathered around the second message.
"-RIP-
Natalie
Niney
Frosti"
The group stared in silence. That explained the absence of any chalk. But who wrote these...and why? Was this all just a game...?
You each have about 20 hours to move through an available exit.
Players (5):
AlexORG
Donovan Ray
G
Iron Face
Walter White
Gosh I'm so confused. How did we lose track of the chalk? The last I remember it being mentioned, Natalie wanted to leave a <3 for Kiwi when he died. Either she had it or she was asking someone to give it to her. SOMEONE must have it