Round 2
The following players died:
Sera Stalker
CleanOnion Junkie
fabian771 Survivor
Basman-1453 Wraith
Ryli Wraith
dawn to dusk Observer
1011686 Survivor
kirbylover314 Stalker
mathman101 Harvester
Fippe94 Survivor
ddevans96 Observer
Zawadx Harvester
killsdazombies Observer
iancudorinmarian Survivor
Lunaris Wraith
Ides Usher Harvester
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The following players are still alive:
SolarisKuroaitouUTAlanRootRangerDemagogrob77dpDiscord-
Lore by CleanOnion -Linkcat got out of bed. He stepped forward with his right foot and his left leg dragged numbly across the floor, a pace behind its twin. He stumbled downstairs, put bread in the toaster, put butter on the toast, then stared at the plate of warm crunchy butter-soaked bread for a moment. Try as he might, he could not remember what to do with it. Deciding it was useless, he threw it away.
Linkcat went upstairs, emptied a tube of toothpaste onto his toothbrush, then put on a shirt from his wardrobe. Today he has an appointment with Dr Brunsdon, so he needs to be ready quickly.
He stepped outside, shut the front door behind him, directed his keys toward the lock and then dropped them on the floor. This, of course, is where they belong. A place for everything and everything in its place, Linkcat's mother had always told him. The memory brought wetness to his eyes. He regretted not bringing an umbrella. The rain wasn't very heavy - seemed to be localised to his face, in fact - so he dabbed his eyes with the handkerchief in his hand made his way towards the mental health clinic, dragging his numb left leg behind him all the way.
The receptionist recognised him and, with more than a concerned glance, waved him towards Dr Brunsdon's office. Inside, Linkcat took a seat on the big leather chair.
"Hello, Linkcat."
"Hello, Dr Brunsdon. You told me to come here two days ago."
"I did. Did you have a good morning?"
"Same as any other, doc."
"Clearly. You're wearing nothing but a shirt, you're covered in toothpaste, your left leg looks like you've dragged it through half a mile of broken glass, and it seems you've been rubbing your eyes with a toothbrush."
Linkcat gazed down at himself. "I thought it was a handkerchief."
"Even Odder has taken its toll on you. Each personality reminds you how to do something. When you lose one, you forget how to do something. Probably should have warned you about that."
Linkcat nodded. "I think I've forgotten how to eat."
"That's a bit of a shame. I guess that leaves you with maybe a week to live unless we can get an IV in you. Treatment's working, at least. Pop another pill and I'll see you in two days."
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Please PM your target to
Linkcat.
Players targeted an even number of times are eliminated.
Players targeted an odd number of times move on to the next round.
Round 2 has ended.Well, this didn't exactly go as planned. Try not to end the game in two rounds, guys.
For my own curiosity, I'd appreciate if I was given the link to any titanpads formed for this game, whether they are relevant anymore or not.
