Game Over.
Spoiler: Who Still Walked During Endgame
1. Pine
2. Haylen
3. MagnaofIllusion
4. Yuchai
5. Oversoul
2. Haylen
3. MagnaofIllusion
4. Yuchai
5. Oversoul
Spoiler: Flavor
The Tourists Obviously Wandering Nowhere (TOWN, for short) is a group of Vehement Instigators of Large Area Good Exploration and Relaxation. (VILAGER, for short.) One day, they decided to fund an expedition into a No-Man’s Land, an endless forest stretching out for miles upon miles. This mountainous valley had been home to many previous inhabitants, but they had always kept their land secret.
The name of this land? The Mega-Awesome Stormy Terrain of Instant Nile Valley. MASTIN Valley for short. As the name hints to, it is a very rainy location, where flood waters can reach levels of Nile proportions. This lush green terrain has never been conquered by modern man, and many say it never should be.
The members of TOWN don’t particularly care about that. They’re a group of fun-loving explorers, who get an adrenaline high from going to new places, dangerous locales which few dare enter. To them, it is the ultimate thrill ride, a way of relieving the stress from normal-day life.
They’re mostly ordinary people. A small expedition, consisting of fourteen Tourists and one Guide, heading out into the wilderness in their all-terrain Jeeps. The expedition begins well. Many laughs are had, as the group takes many beautiful pictures of the land around them. The group narrowly avoids being washed away by a flood only five days into this two-week trip, and they don’t even think about it twice.
Snake bites narrowly dodged. Abandoned hunting traps narrowly disarmed. Spiders, narrowly avoided. Poisoned food, fortunately pointed out at the last possible second by the Tour Guide, the one voice of reason keeping the group together. And seven days into the expedition, people begin to take in samples of the area around them.
…And
…Is when IT happened.
Yes, when the paradise of MASTIN Valley turned into a living nightmare.
The day that changed everything.
The Jeeps.
Broke down.
They had progressed a solid week into the forest around them in the Jeeps, carrying all their supplies. They were far out of communication range with anyone else. They were stranded, no way out.
Fighting broke out. Some began to wonder if maybe the Jeeps had been sabotaged. This theory seemed to be backed up by a flood on the tenth day of the expedition, when the group barely hung on for life.
When they awoke, the Jeeps were gone. “They never could have simply been washed away by the flood!”
Worse, they were debating what to do next. Some said their best bet was to stay put, else risk getting lost and going deeper into this vast terrain. Others said that they would run out of food and fresh, clean water well before that and die in any number of horrible ways. “Nobody even knows we’re out here. Nobody even knows we’re stranded.”
“And we have no way of knowing if we’re making it better or worse by leaving!”
The in-fighting began to get worse, but the Tour Guide knocked some sense into them. Before the fight went into physical blows, he had managed to calm the crowd down. “Relax. We still have enough supplies to manage. Our situation will not improve by staying in one place and waiting for rescue which may never come. No, instead, we need to get moving. You hired me for a reason, no? I can get us out of here. We won’t get lost as long as I am your Guide. If we make good progress, I imagine we could be out of here within two weeks’ time.”
The arguments came to a halt. Everyone gathered their personal supplies, as well as anything they could salvage from the area around them. It was time.
Time to head out, on foot, and face all the dangers they had gone by before. The long hike to safety was upon them, covering miles after miles of harsh, unforgiving terrain. They set out, not knowing what they would face. Only one thing was certain:
Now they were afraid.
TOWN had never been in a situation quite like this.
The group of VILAGERs was now facing a situation completely foreign to them.
How had they been so foolish?
How had they managed to get into so much trouble?
But the worst was yet to come.
Nobody heard it.
The killers were skilled assassins, who didn’t make so much as a single noise.
All their suspicions, all of their fears.
None could come close to the horrible truth.
The Tour Guide was murdered during the night.
It was fear at first. Now set in the panic. Their one shining light, the voice of reason in the town, had been silenced overnight by muffled gun fire. Could the killer be among them? Searching through the Tour Guide’s supplies for guidance, they found a note, left behind:
“
They had killers, murderers, in the TOWN. MAFIA. “Maybe it’s a freak occurrence?” One of the villagers spoke up. “Maybe it’s just some sort of sick joke?”
“Regardless, we have to keep going. He was right. We need to get out of here. We made good progress yesterday, before settling in to make camp. We can sort this all out later.”
“Well, if you’re so smart, why don’t do something about it?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
After a small, short debate, the man who had spoken up to keep on going was unanimously declared to be on the right path, and people quickly fell into line.
This new VILAGE leader was seen as being the new voice of reason, leading the group for the remainder of the day. Finally, they had direction. After hiking for miles further, with only an educated guess as to their direction, the members of the TOWN were getting exhausted already. But with a voice of reason, they kept on going until the sun began to set on MASTIN Valley.
Once more making camp, the TOWN got settled in. A campfire was hastily built, using the skills the Guide had taught them before his untimely demise. Everyone was on edge, staring at each other with a look of paranoia. Who could they trust?
As it turns out, pretty much nobody. Parama, their new leader, was on guard, seen as the one person least likely to be a threat. However, he was not quick enough. Some time around midnight, a struggle could be heard. By the time everyone had woken up and made their way to the scene, it was too late.
Parama had died,
Shot like the Guide.
“Once might have been a coincidence. Twice?”
“How do we deal with this?!?”
“We need to get rid of the killers. Whoever they are, we need to get rid of them.”
“How? By politely asking them to leave?”
One of the Tourists took some rope out of their backpack. “I was thinking of something a little more permanent.”
“
“They’re killing us off one by one, every night! We’re at least twelve days away from a safe haven. Do the math yourself. We’ll never make it!”
“I agree. It’s Kill or Be Killed, right now. And I do not want to die.”
“Alright. I agree. Any objections?”
Nobody speaks up.
“Then it’s decided. Tomorrow, we strike back.”
“Decide who needs to die, throughout the day, with a deadline of Dusk. When we’ve reached a majority decision, no looking back. No taking the decision back. We lock it in, and we carry through.”
“Starting at Dawn, the TOWN will begin to hunt…the MAFIA.”
The name of this land? The Mega-Awesome Stormy Terrain of Instant Nile Valley. MASTIN Valley for short. As the name hints to, it is a very rainy location, where flood waters can reach levels of Nile proportions. This lush green terrain has never been conquered by modern man, and many say it never should be.
The members of TOWN don’t particularly care about that. They’re a group of fun-loving explorers, who get an adrenaline high from going to new places, dangerous locales which few dare enter. To them, it is the ultimate thrill ride, a way of relieving the stress from normal-day life.
They’re mostly ordinary people. A small expedition, consisting of fourteen Tourists and one Guide, heading out into the wilderness in their all-terrain Jeeps. The expedition begins well. Many laughs are had, as the group takes many beautiful pictures of the land around them. The group narrowly avoids being washed away by a flood only five days into this two-week trip, and they don’t even think about it twice.
Snake bites narrowly dodged. Abandoned hunting traps narrowly disarmed. Spiders, narrowly avoided. Poisoned food, fortunately pointed out at the last possible second by the Tour Guide, the one voice of reason keeping the group together. And seven days into the expedition, people begin to take in samples of the area around them.
…And
that
.…Is when IT happened.
Yes, when the paradise of MASTIN Valley turned into a living nightmare.
The day that changed everything.
The Jeeps.
Broke down.
They had progressed a solid week into the forest around them in the Jeeps, carrying all their supplies. They were far out of communication range with anyone else. They were stranded, no way out.
Fighting broke out. Some began to wonder if maybe the Jeeps had been sabotaged. This theory seemed to be backed up by a flood on the tenth day of the expedition, when the group barely hung on for life.
When they awoke, the Jeeps were gone. “They never could have simply been washed away by the flood!”
Worse, they were debating what to do next. Some said their best bet was to stay put, else risk getting lost and going deeper into this vast terrain. Others said that they would run out of food and fresh, clean water well before that and die in any number of horrible ways. “Nobody even knows we’re out here. Nobody even knows we’re stranded.”
“And we have no way of knowing if we’re making it better or worse by leaving!”
The in-fighting began to get worse, but the Tour Guide knocked some sense into them. Before the fight went into physical blows, he had managed to calm the crowd down. “Relax. We still have enough supplies to manage. Our situation will not improve by staying in one place and waiting for rescue which may never come. No, instead, we need to get moving. You hired me for a reason, no? I can get us out of here. We won’t get lost as long as I am your Guide. If we make good progress, I imagine we could be out of here within two weeks’ time.”
The arguments came to a halt. Everyone gathered their personal supplies, as well as anything they could salvage from the area around them. It was time.
Time to head out, on foot, and face all the dangers they had gone by before. The long hike to safety was upon them, covering miles after miles of harsh, unforgiving terrain. They set out, not knowing what they would face. Only one thing was certain:
Now they were afraid.
TOWN had never been in a situation quite like this.
The group of VILAGERs was now facing a situation completely foreign to them.
How had they been so foolish?
How had they managed to get into so much trouble?
But the worst was yet to come.
Nobody heard it.
The killers were skilled assassins, who didn’t make so much as a single noise.
All their suspicions, all of their fears.
None could come close to the horrible truth.
The Tour Guide was murdered during the night.
It was fear at first. Now set in the panic. Their one shining light, the voice of reason in the town, had been silenced overnight by muffled gun fire. Could the killer be among them? Searching through the Tour Guide’s supplies for guidance, they found a note, left behind:
“
We are among you. Mass Assassins, Final Instigators of Armageddon. Now Die.
”They had killers, murderers, in the TOWN. MAFIA. “Maybe it’s a freak occurrence?” One of the villagers spoke up. “Maybe it’s just some sort of sick joke?”
“Regardless, we have to keep going. He was right. We need to get out of here. We made good progress yesterday, before settling in to make camp. We can sort this all out later.”
“Well, if you’re so smart, why don’t
you
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
After a small, short debate, the man who had spoken up to keep on going was unanimously declared to be on the right path, and people quickly fell into line.
This new VILAGE leader was seen as being the new voice of reason, leading the group for the remainder of the day. Finally, they had direction. After hiking for miles further, with only an educated guess as to their direction, the members of the TOWN were getting exhausted already. But with a voice of reason, they kept on going until the sun began to set on MASTIN Valley.
Once more making camp, the TOWN got settled in. A campfire was hastily built, using the skills the Guide had taught them before his untimely demise. Everyone was on edge, staring at each other with a look of paranoia. Who could they trust?
As it turns out, pretty much nobody. Parama, their new leader, was on guard, seen as the one person least likely to be a threat. However, he was not quick enough. Some time around midnight, a struggle could be heard. By the time everyone had woken up and made their way to the scene, it was too late.
Parama had died,
Shot like the Guide.
“Once might have been a coincidence. Twice?”
“How do we deal with this?!?”
“We need to get rid of the killers. Whoever they are, we need to get rid of them.”
“How? By politely asking them to leave?”
One of the Tourists took some rope out of their backpack. “I was thinking of something a little more permanent.”
“
Killing
each other?!?”“They’re killing us off one by one, every night! We’re at least twelve days away from a safe haven. Do the math yourself. We’ll never make it!”
“I agree. It’s Kill or Be Killed, right now. And I do not want to die.”
“Alright. I agree. Any objections?”
Nobody speaks up.
“Then it’s decided. Tomorrow, we strike back.”
“Decide who needs to die, throughout the day, with a deadline of Dusk. When we’ve reached a majority decision, no looking back. No taking the decision back. We lock it in, and we carry through.”
“Starting at Dawn, the TOWN will begin to hunt…the MAFIA.”
Tour Guide, Only Sane Man, murdered night -1.
Parama, Voice Of Reason, killed night 0.
Parama, Voice Of Reason, killed night 0.
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