Gloom: future is now

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[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.

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OUTCOME

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Re: OUTCOME

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

Melissa, being a curious little brat that didn't heed her father's warning's about the east wing library, had stumbled across the Necronomicon. On opening it she let loose a bunch of poltergeists, who would pester her for the remainder of the night. Even shutting the book and stashing it back on the shelf did nothing to stop them from stalking her back to her room and rattling the shelves, turning on and off the tv, and possessing her toys.

Strange, red eyes, glowing like embers in a fire pit, watched Melissa in her room. No matter where she moved, even hiding under her covers--she could feel that strange, inhuman stare piercing through her.

Meanwhile, Elias, their resident gravedigger, heard some strange noises coming from the back of the graveyard, so he decided to investigate. He didn't remember the graveyard stretching this far out, but then again he had never really explored it. As he went further and further out things became more destroyed and dilapidated, grave markers broken and some not all there together. An open grave sat and he peered in, staring at what looked like a portal to hell. "Well shit." He cursed, stumbling back as monsters started crawling out of it, to which he beat a few off with his axe-shovel, but it wasn't long until he was quickly overwhelmed, so he turned tail and immediately booked it for the mansion.

As Elias ran, strange howls and chittering noises echoed through the dark night. His own footsteps were soon overtaken by the noise of other footfalls--much louder, bigger than his own. He tripped over a root he couldn't see in the dark, stumbling--and heard a great snapping noise like the clicking of large, pointy teeth right where his head had been.

[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 take which. Each effect must be taken by at least one person, but if more people wish to, that's fine]

- pestered by poltergeists
- hunted by horrors.

[You have -30 points.]