Gloom: future is now

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

Comments

ROUND 3

[idolpro]

CARDS PLAYED

[idolpro]

Re: CARDS PLAYED

[justpure]

Menaced by Mice (-15)
Broke many bones (-20)

STORYTELLING

[idolpro]

Re: STORYTELLING

[justpure]

Lord Slogar is a brain in a jar, so the mice take advantage of this by tapping on the glass and trying to break it. Since Lord Slogar no longer has limbs, he can't do anything about it...

His wife comes in an hour later and manages to drive them out. Then she decides her husband needs a functional body, so she attempts to build him a robotic one. Alas, the first attempt had weak joints, so the whole skeleton collapses and breaks when she tries to put his brain in. The brain survives, of course, but he is still without a proper body.

OUTCOME

[idolpro]

Re: OUTCOME

[idolpro]

[Before your very eyes, words begin to appear on the parchment, scrawled in flowing script.]

In his madness Rosseau continued to paint, his Butler, Jeeves Jeeverson, telling him that the blood spattered canvases that boasted nothing but fungi were going to sell for millions. He continued to paint, hell bent on showing the world the beauty of the little bastards that were slowly but surely driving him mad, but nobody else could see it. They scoffed and scowled, turning the other cheek, and soon he fell into debt.

With his best friend, Elias, still lost in the moor he was powerless to stop the creditors from banging down the doors and demanding this and that, taking all of his worldly possessions as his Butler watched, scheming from the corner.

"If you sign it all over to me, then they can't take it," Jeeves said easily, pushing the will he drafted in front of Rosseau. "I'll protect your assets, sir, and both you and your daughter, as I've only ever had your best interests in mind." A lie, because he did not.

[As they unfold before you, some of you feel the effects of the words as though you are the character that has been written about. You recall the events as though you have lived them; the damage caused to the character is reflected in your own flesh.]

[You have received the following effects. Please decide OOCly among yourself who will be affected. Each effect must be taken by at least one person, but if more people wish to have lived through the story, that's fine]

- Was crippled by creditors
- Was betrayed by the butler

[You have -95 points.]

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

Re: DISCUSSION

[nohalation]

[She is stranded on an island somewhere surrounded by swamps which just happened to appear all of a sudden.

Even if you try to get to her, it seems you cannot.]

Oh!

Re: DISCUSSION

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Angel!

[Why is there a fucking swamp here? That's just more places for the monsters to hide.]

Can't you swim?

[He seems conflicted about what to do about this situation. Pacing (without ever coming in arm's length of any wall or tree) seems to be doing the trick.]

Never mind.

Don't even try that.

Re: DISCUSSION

[nohalation]

[She tries to move forward to the swamp and her face presses against what looks like an invisible wall.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[screenedcomments]

What?!

[cupping her hands to call out to Angel]

Are you ok over there?

Re: DISCUSSION

[nohalation]

I'm okay, but...

[Presses her face forward against what seems to be an invisible barrier.]

I'm stuck.

[justpure]

[ The poltergeists still have Medusa tied up in his own hair. He tries to pay them no mind as he stares at the cards... ]

Oh... So that is what a death card looks like.

[ He had his suspicions before... Oh, look, the ghosts are making more torn up confetti and throwing it in his face. ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[asonoficeandfire]

[whatever he was doing before he's now stumbling back, brushing at his arms to swat away all the fungus crawling up his body and curling around his wrists and—

he's also stepping into something sticky that just sinks and sinks and sinks until he's waist into floor coloured mud? it expands around him to the point where you can't reach him]

Re: DISCUSSION

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well fuck.

Not Duality, too]

Re: DISCUSSION

[asonoficeandfire]

[there is fungus what the fuck why is this so terrifying it's in his face and crawling all over him]

Re: DISCUSSION

[screenedcomments]

[she is also sprouting her own take on terror fungus but she can be worried about a teammate too]

Duality!

Re: DISCUSSION

[asonoficeandfire]

[his are growing teeth too, different from Gadget's but equally as terrifying as he just rips them off and tries not to get strangled by mycelium]

I'm... fine.

[just sinking into a swamp nbd]

Re: DISCUSSION

[screenedcomments]

[she's slowly but regularly sprouting cartoonish looking mushrooms on her skin and they uh... they have teeth so that's fun? gadget for her part is tearing them off and stomping on them (they make demonic pikmin noises as they're killed great) ]

I already 100% hate this. Why is it always growing stuff too...

[she's pretty freaked out but the only thing that helps for right now is killing the mushroom monsters she's spawning so she's just going to... keep doing that and try not to cry]

Re: DISCUSSION

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Since he can actually reach Gadget!

Yanks at one at the nape of her neck where it's hard to see and adds it to the growing mushroom monster corpse pile. God that sound is awful]

Getting eaten alive is a thing apparently.

Re: DISCUSSION

[justpure]

[ Medusa's poltergeists are happy to pull some mushrooms off... To throw at Medusa's head.

He's growing irritated with this nonsense. ]

Right... So our options are mice... Breaking bones... And killing someone.

I say we work in the first two somewhere and get this round over with.

[justpure]

[ Seeing as most of his teammates are being subject to worse horrors than annoying poltergeists throwing things at you and possessing your hair, he has to suggest a narrative. ]

... How about this? Lord Slogar is a brain in a jar, so the mice take advantage of this by tapping on the glass and trying to break it. Since Lord Slogar no longer has limbs, he can't do anything about it...

His wife comes in an hour later and manages to drive them out. Then she decides her husband needs a functional body, so she attempts to build him a robotic one. Alas, the first attempt had weak joints, so the whole skeleton collapses and breaks when she tries to put his brain in. The brain survives, of course, but he is still without a proper body.

Does that fulfill the requirements for the cards?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Not really paying attention honestly. As he is tending to his other three unitmates (as well as his own neurosis).]

Sorry, Medusa]

How many points is that?

[screenedcomments]

That's more coherent than I'm currently capable of being so it's a yes for me--ow!!

[tears a mushroom off her palm that bit her finger and chucks it into the void swamp keeping them from getting to Angel]