week 3

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WEEK 3

Another week gone and it's still Christmas! Or is it? The paint on the walls is beginning to crack and fade, with especially large chunks in character's bedrooms revealing scratched words like "cantgetoutcantgetout" and "god help me i just want to go home i miss my home i miss my mother i miss" etc. Yikes! The locations page might be updated throughout the week as characters discover more. Seems like now's the perfect time to investigate and hope you'll get closer to finding out what's going on here. There's always more places to look and more things to find!

As a reminder that this week's activity check is now live! And as usual, it's never a bad time to submit threads for regains! Have you been naughty or nice? Naughty children still get presents too, don't worry. And if you'd like to check-in on Thursday night, you always can! You never know what fun you might run into.

So go exploring, find something new and pay no mind to the creepy writing on the walls. We're sure everything will be fine! After all, nothing ever goes wrong on Christmas, right?

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[Those pine needles flutter down continuously, but there's a particular tree that seems intent on shedding a lot. Maybe he should look closer?]

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[Is it slowly dying the way that he is? It's weird enough that it gets him to roll out of bed and take a closer look at it. If it's going to do that for the foreseeable future, it's going to get annoying so...

What's weird about this tree?]

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[There's a piece of folded paper there. It's yellow and soft with age, so handle it carefully!]

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Oh.

[Shintaro picks up the paper, carefully unfolds it, and reads it's contents. Somberly.]

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[It looks like a torn page from a diary. It reads:

Saturday, February 14th, 1XX4

A success. The first batch is finished with; the second have already started killing without any prompting at all. My theories were correct: lust inspires passion, which in turn inspires anger. Emotions are fickle things; they fucked and then they found that to fight over, and soon enough blood was shed. Will the other holidays inspire other, aha, fitting fits? We shall see.

. . . yikes!]

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[...great.

He carefully sets the paper down in a place where he won't lose it. Could that be Eric...?

"First batch."

"Second batch."

So this is number two? What was number one? He wants to go ask Lena what she thinks, but he can't. He's just gonna lay on the bed and think about it if there's nothing else eye catching in the room.]