Week 4.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 4 Three more Competitors died this past week. Chitoge Kirisaki tried to take matters into her own hands only to be punished as a result while William Flemming and Archie both tried to take the Adjudicator up on his word and escape. Three more of you are gone, but there's no going back now. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Once again, another set of doors has opened up - this time at the end of the western corridor, leading up and toward the north. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it a reward for surviving another week. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 23

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Don't forget to save your threads for coins and the activity check, and don't forget to submit this week's activity check and memory regains!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]

Comments

[didntgetdadslooks]

[At least he's straightforward about it.]

I don't think you'd be the only one happy about that. But, uh... the Seven? [She says it with genuine curiosity, no talking down or anything. If just a little awkwardness since it sounds Important.]

[killedbyapig]

The gods, of course-- though, I suppose other worlds haven't heard of the Faith of the Seven. I'm sure you all believe in different sorts of gods.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Oh, okay! We have... a general single God, I guess? And people on Pandora have this really weird habit of forming cults, but those are more... "worship the big monster so it won't eat us for lunch" sort of arrangements.

[She sighs.]

I think it would be nice if there was a god. Or were gods, even. Not that people really know for sure one way or the other, at least not in my world.

[killedbyapig]

At least those are tangible arrangements. [shrugs] I've never cared much for my religion. My friend worships the Old Gods, and that's alright; you just pray to a weirwood and hope everything sorts itself out. I think I'd like the Seven more if they weren't represented by some of the worst sniveling cowards I've ever met. Bunch of pansies, all of them.

The Red God's rather interesting, too. And the Drowned God. Seems like everywhere else has a bit more fun with it.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Angel nods.]

Yeah, I don't... think much about religion. Putting aside the whole god question... usually you just end up with a bunch of people saying they're better than everyone else. And as a king you probably deal with all the really big higher-ups, huh?

[killedbyapig]

Gods, the septons. They're a laugh riot. If they had any real power anymore it'd be a boring world indeed.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[A sympathetic wince. The guys she keeps tabs on who basically worship he dad are bad enough, it's hard to imagine the leaders of a Big Old Established religion must be like.]

That bad, huh?