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Amen


He was standing in front of the door. It was time to go.

He hadn’t done anything with Matt’s body. There was nothing he could do that would even come close to representing what Matt was to Nate. There were no words, no gestures, nothing. He’d tried to pray, but there weren’t any prayers. Matt was dead, and he couldn’t do anything to change that.

The basket of chicken wings had been reduced to bones. The aroma had been unmistakable, just standing obnoxiously amidst the smell of death that had permeated the room forever. He’d eaten a basket of chicken wings whilst surrounded by dead bodies. He didn’t know how he’d done it, and he didn’t want to. There was an aftertaste stuck in his mouth. It was unpleasant.

He might’ve passed out at some point, but he wasn’t really sure. It had all just blurred together, his sense of time lost.

He’d seen the gun. He’d thought about it.

Now it was in his hand. He knew he wouldn’t use it, not for that. He didn’t think he could. He wanted to, more than he wanted anything. He couldn’t keep doing this.

But Matt had said he had to go home. Matt had wanted him to live.

So that was all there was to it.

He gripped the handle of the pistol tight, the metal pressing back. He didn’t know the first thing about guns.

The machete was in his other hand. He’d wanted to leave it, but he couldn’t. This was what he’d decided to do, the second he pulled it out of Jon’s body. He’d told himself he’d use it, even if he hadn’t tried to use it on Matt. Not that it mattered. And like Matt said, if he wanted to go home, he had to kill someone.

He wanted to go home. At least, that’s what he’d been telling himself for the past few days. He didn’t want to deal with this anymore.

If he went home, he wouldn’t have to. That's what he wanted to believe, that there had to be a way out. For his sake, and for Matt's, he had to believe. There had to be a point.

He’d left his daypack. He was too tired to keep lugging it around, and it was way too big for him anyway. He didn’t need it anymore. Like Matt said, there weren’t many people left, so this probably wasn’t going to last much longer. If he forgot where a danger zone was because he didn’t have his map, well, that would be how it ended. If he got too thirsty and died, or starved, well, that would be how it ended.

There was one more thing he was taking from the storage closet, which he never in his life no matter how long wanted to return to, and that was Matt’s jacket. He’d had to roll up the sleeves a tonne, and it draped far past where it should’ve been, but he wasn’t going to take it off. It was the only thing he had left. It was Matt's embrace, wrapped around him. He needed it to keep standing.

He left the storage closet. It was time to go.

((Nate Turner to be concluded))

Introduction Thread
oh hai Sunny

Amen
Nate kept crying into Matt’s chest. He couldn’t do this to him, not after everything he’d done. He couldn’t just say he’d given up, that it was all up to him. Nate couldn’t handle that, he wasn’t strong enough. He couldn’t lose Matt.

But of course, he did. He heard the roar of the gun, the sound of bullets tearing into flesh. He felt Matt’s blood pour down over his arms from the bullet holes in his back.

He couldn’t move, but he had to look up. He saw Matt. He saw that there was nothing left.

Matt fell, because Nate couldn’t hold him up. He hit the floor, and lay there. That was it.

Nate screamed.

He fell on top of Matt, grabbed at his shirt, screamed his name. He held on as tight as he could, he did everything he could think to do, but none of it mattered.

Everything fell away, as he screamed Matt’s name.

Amen
Nate raised his head. He listened. Looked at Matt as he poured his heart out.

He wanted to interrupt, but he couldn’t. There was nothing to argue with, or disagree over. Matt was admitting what Nate had been thinking about him, would’ve told him in due time. He hated to admit it, but he knew it was true.

So why? Why was Matt still trying to help him, if he was such a terrible person? He had all the guns, all the experience, he could’ve ended this as soon as he’d started. He didn’t have to stand there, listen to Nate, let him punch him. He could’ve just kept going, doing what everyone wanted.

Nate stared down at the jacket held out between them. He reached out, and took it.

He looked back at Matt. The first person he’d met on the island, the person he’d wanted to help, the person he’d come to hate. Before all this, they hadn’t been anything, had never met. Now?

He ran forwards, and hugged him tight.

“Don’t talk like that! You don’t have to die, or kill people, or anything like that! I don’t care what you’ve done, ok? I don’t care, so just stop it already!”

Three sentences about your kid: Critique experiment.
Then I will resubmit Nate, and I will be happy with that.

Three sentences about your kid: Critique experiment.
Thank you for the Sandy critique, it was much appreciated.

I am out of dead kids now so oh well.

Amen
“Of course you made a mistake, you fucking idiot!”

He reached forward, grabbed Matt by the collar. He stared him in the face, as tears finally started streaming down his own. He started yelling through his twisted, anguished expression.

“You killed people! Lots of people! You stood there, and told me with a straight face that you were ok with it! Winning was good enough for you!”

He stood there, staring Matt right in the face, not letting go.

“You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to turn around, and say that you ‘made a mistake’! You can’t just change your mind like that! You can’t just take it back!”

Nate was shaking as he yelled. His hand hurt from the unexpected punch, and his voice was already straining from the sudden yelling, but there was no way he was stopping now. It was overdue.

“I believed you! I was going to use that thing,” he let one hand go, to indicate the machete on the floor “because you told me that’s how things were! You and everyone else who bought into this whole stupid thing!”

He held tight a moment longer, then finally stopped shaking Matt, even as the tears kept streaming in full. He looked at someone he’d put so much faith in for no good reason, so disappointed, so betrayed. His grip relaxed, then let go.

“You could’ve just listened to me before, you didn’t have to do any of this.”

His head fell.

“None of us had to do any of this.”

Amen
He was still shaking, shaking as he watched Matt put the gun down, shaking as he listened to him rant and babble.

He remembered what Matt had said before, perfectly. The words were playing in his mind, loud and clear, running in the background as Matt launched his new tirade.

People had died, died at Matt’s hands. Before, it had just been to prove he wasn’t a loser. Killing his friends for no good reason was worth it, because that way he’d win. It didn’t matter what that meant, that had been enough for him at the beach, and that’s what he’d left Nate thinking about.

Now? Now he wanted to stand there with a straight face, tell him that that was stupid, that it didn’t mean anything? That trying justify it, killing everyone, was pathetic?

People were dead. No matter how used to it he was, how much everyone wanted it to be happening, people were still dead.

Nate clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head, as the gun hovered between them. It begged to be fired.

He hated it. He hated the machete in his hand. He hated everything that had killed anyone here. But, most of all he hated –

There was only one thing he could do.

He stepped forward, the machete dropping out of his hand -- and punched Matt right in the gut.

V6 Tenth Announcement
As was mentioned in the V6 opening post, V6 Memories of the Past will be closing just before endgame. We've decided to line this up with the deadline for deaths, so if you still want to get any memories done, be sure to get them in before 09:00 GMT - August 31st. After that, we'll be locking up the memories area. V6 Meanwhile will continue to remain open until further notice.

Amen
What?

He stood there. He didn’t know what else to do.

He didn’t know why, but he was angry. Matt wasn't trying to kill him.

“Why not?” he asked, a look of exasperation spread across his face. He was reliving when Matt had done this the first time, back at the beach. Back when he’d thought, hey, maybe Matt wasn’t such a bad guy, that maybe there was still hope. Back before Matt had gone on to kill more people, even as recently as yesterday. Even if all the names were blending together, if individual sins seemed irrelevant, he knew Matt was still doing what he did.

“You’ve been killing everybody, you and the others. You don’t want to be a loser, right? You and everyone else?”

The words were stammering out of his mouth, and he felt himself shaking. He was shaking with so much damn anger at Matt, and at everyone who'd been sucked into this stupid thing that he couldn't do a thing about. Just when things started to make sense, no matter how horrible it was, Matt decided to pull this.

“So why not just keep going, and kill me now? Isn’t that what everyone wants?!”

Amen
He flinched, just a little bit. He didn’t drop the machete, or run out again. He just was taken aback. Seeing Matt, who looked so different from that first day, was unexpected.

Nate stared at him. Stared down the barrel of the gun, pointed squarely at his face. That lump was still in his throat, but he didn’t flinch again.

This time, he could speak.

“Matt.”

He swallowed, resolute. He didn't feel like pleasantries. He didn't feel like small talk.

“Are you going to do it this time?”

Amen
((Nate Turner continued from Talons))

He didn’t have a direction. Of course he didn’t have a direction: there was nowhere left to go.

The machete was still in his hands, he’d not let it go since he pulled it out of Jon. It had been horrible, the sickening noise as blade left flesh, the fresh blood dripping off it, the vomit that had made its way up through his throat. He could still taste it on his teeth.

He couldn’t believe himself. He didn’t understand it. He knew what it was: he didn’t want to die, and this was his only choice, but it made no sense. He didn’t make any sense.

Who was he anymore?

He was walking through the hallway, machete in hand, and it was there for a reason. He hated that reason, and he didn’t want to act on it no matter what, but he just didn’t want to die. When he thought about it, he almost threw up again. When he thought about Jon, he did.

He was tired. He was hungry. He didn’t know what to do.

He wasn’t going to last much longer.

He passed by a door. Stopped. Came back. Somehow, bizarrely, he recognised it.

Ben. Matt. Henry.

He didn’t smile, or frown. He acknowledged it, stared at it, but he didn’t have the strength to do any more. Remembering familiar faces was getting painful again, even when he’d thought he’d stopped caring. Remembering the morning announcements, that Clarice hadn’t made it, that Enzo was dead, that there just weren’t many of them left, wasn’t something he wanted to do.

He rubbed his arm across his eyes, which were still able to get teary even after all this time. The last time he’d seen Enzo, he thought he was about to die. The last time he’d seen Clarice, he knew he was about to die. But, even knowing that it was the last time he’d meet either of them, he’d not done anything meaningful with it.

He’d never done anything meaningful, really. Even before all this, he hadn’t done anything to help anyone. He was a burden on his family, and on his friends. This would just burden them further, with all the grief he was no doubt causing.

At the grief he was no doubt going to cause.

He looked down at the machete in his hands. He hated it, more than he’d hated anything, but it didn’t make any difference.

He pushed on the door. Opened it. Stepped inside.

V6 BDA Quote Nomination Thread #10
"Look, people are out there, right? They haven't just forgotten we exist. If there's even the tiniest chance they find us, then you gotta keep going for as long as possible."

V6 Tenth Announcement
Friday, May 15, 2015: The Library

Two beams of light shot out over the charred remains of the staff library. One woman carefully stepped over the debris, keeping a watchful eye and forging ahead to make sure the area was safe. Behind her Abby tripped on something and fell into a pile of soot. As she hit the floor her backpack and work belt jangled violently. She coughed and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, making a black mark on her face.

“Careful, dead bookshelves everywhere in here.” Josie said with a grin as she turned around, hands on hips as she looked down at Abby.

Abby turned her face away to hide a half-smile and pushed herself up off the floor and into a standing position. It was a little difficult for her to balance with the bags and equipment attached to her.

The reason for the terrorists return to the burnt out husk of what had once been the staff library, before one of the students had taken the torch to it, was to collect all of their equipment. The cameras had already been replaced after the original fire, done under the shadow of night while the place had been made a temporary danger zone and now all of that tech had to be collected, catalogued and disassembled ready to be shipped back to base.

Josie turned around and kicked away a pile of soot that looked liked it may have been the Sherlock Holmes series in its previous life. The place had really had a number done on it by the fire.

“How many cameras did you say were in here?” Joise asked absentmindedly as she spun her rifle over in her hands.

Once upright again, Abby removed a clipboard from her waist and flipped over the pages.

“Ten. We have to pick up cameras 232 through 242.”

She put the clipboard on a nearby table and removed a screwdriver from her belt. Abby went to work, quietly removing a camera from a corner of the room.

Josie was left to stand around with nothing to do in the destroyed remnants of the library so she kicked some ash off a fallen piece of timber and sat herself down on it. As she watched Abby get to work Josie started to bounce a leg up and down and fiddle with her rifle until eventually she broke the silence.

“So why have you been avoiding me?”

Abby’s screw driver stopped and she stood still for a moment.
“I’m not,” she said quickly. “We’re both busy. With the-” she said, motioning around the room with her arms. Abby put her head down and turned away, going back to her work.

A crooked grin played at the right side of Josie’s mouth.

“See I’d believe you but you’ve hardly talked to me all day and you kinda stopped talking to me before that so…” Josie shrugged as she let her statement trail off into the ruins of the library and brushed some soot from her rifle using her index finger.

Abby stood with her head down, still facing the wall. She sighed heavily and finally took the camera down, placing it in her bag. She shuffled to the next location and put her hand on the camera.

“It’s because….I like you. You are funny,” she mumbled angrily.

Josie raised an eyebrow at Abby’s response.

“A lot of fucking sense that makes.” She replied with a laugh, cocking her head to one side as she watched Abby work. “Wouldn’t that just be more reason to hang out with me?”

“No,” said, exasperated and turning to face the other woman. “I feel….” she said, holding her head. “....bad! I’m not happy doing this. This is bad! I know that it is, but when I ask if I would make the same choice again, I would. I would choose to be here all the times because I care more about my family than I care about others, but that does not mean I do not feel bad about it. I should feel bad. I should be miserable, so it’s not right to have fun with you,” she finished clapping her arms by her sides. “I wish I could be like you are and not feel bad,” she said, looking at her shoes.

Josie looked down at Abby as she stood there, unsure of how to proceed with the conversation, eventually she sighed kicking the burnt up wreckage of a book away.

“Yeah, well sounds like you should accept the decision you made. You’re here now so fuck it gotta live with it and hell, why not enjoy it a little. Ain’t like it makes a difference anyway, I mean look at me. I don’t give a fuck and I’m the happiest person here. Plus you said yourself you’d make the same choice again.”

Abby smashed her palm against her face, wiping more dirt on herself and walked forward until she was toe-to-toe with Josie. She leaned down and put her head on Josie’s shoulder and bit her lip.

“I will try. I-I’m sorry. I’m going to try to think like that.”

Josie raised her hands up on instinct but let them drop slightly then gently rested a hand on Abby’s head.

“Alright...so...this is a moment.” She grinned slightly to herself. “You’re my favourite just so you know, but if you tell anyone I comforted you I’ll have to make your life hell, and trust me, I can do it, my ex found that out.”

Abby lifted her head and smiled. Then she stopped smiling and her eyes went wide.

“Yes. Of course. I’m going back to work now.”

Josie’s expression reset into her signature grin as Abby moved off to continued with her work. She moved over to a collapsed beam and sat on it, her rifles butt resting on her leg while the rest resided in the crook of her shoulder. As she watched Abby focus on unscrewing a camera, her grin grew into a full smile again, only because she knew it wouldn’t be seen.


Saturday, May 16, 2015: Undisclosed Location

Tracen sat down for the penultimate time, notes and cup of coffee grasped in his hands. Things were moving along nicely and everything that had been deemed non-essential was well on its way to being removed. Everything had gone smoothly again aside from the few fires that had been started and some of the others had already begun spit-balling ideas to deal with that. As for him he'd been busy with a meeting with Greynolds. Plans needed to be put in place and then followed up on. That was why they had been so successful for so many years. They always knew what their next target was and how they would go about getting it. Discussions regarding their next iteration of the game had been put on hold temporarily however as Tracen still had his daily duties that needed to be carried out.

He took a long drink from his cup as he settled into his seat. Once he had he pushed the button to begin his speech.

"Good morning to all of you left alive in our little game. The field is really starting to thin out so if you've made it this far you can consider yourself a member of the elite survivors for your class. But that's enough of me stroking your egos, you all know what you need to do and it would be a shame to see some of you stumble when you're so close to the final hurdle!"

"Unfortunately we have to begin with yet more housekeeping as we seem to have missed some more deaths. I know, I know, it's annoying and frustrating for everyone but don't worry we'll be talking to the staff member in question and ensuring this doesn't happen again...for real this time."

"So with that said Cass Prince died to a bullet delivered by Caedyn Miller. Maybe some people will remember that in the future."

"Lili Williams managed to shoot herself in the mouth. We aren't entirely sure why that happened but it did. Make of it what you will."

"And finally Lili Willaims struck from the grave as Asuka Takahara bled out from a shotgun blast inflicted by her."

"Right."

Tracen clapped his hands together for emphasis.

"Now we can get on with everything that happened yesterday. So brace yourselves."

"First up Clarice Halwood tried to destroy some more of our equipment so we destroyed her head. Lesson learned everyone? Good."

"Next Caedyn Miller got into a duel with Fiyori Senay and let her guard down believing she had won. As you can probably guess from her appearance on this announcement she hadn't."

"Jordan Green was next as he attempted to figure out just how deadly the slope could be if he jumped off it. The answer was very, let's all appreciate Jordan's sacrifice in the name of health and safety."

Tracen gave a brief golf clap and took a quick sip of his coffee.

"Unfortuante news next as everyone's favorite joyrider Serena Waters was beaten to death by Matthew Moradi following a running gun fight. Here's to you Serena, may you drive jeeps up in Valhalla."

"Sandra Dyer couldn't quite keep her feet under her and took a tumble. She was fine though it was only off the asylum roof."

Tracen let out a dramatic sigh as he read the next death on his list.

"In a lesson some of you never seem to learn about dark rooms and tense encounters sometimes you just need to cut your losses and leave. Otherwise you could end up like Keith Bauer who died after Emma Luz stabbed him after they had a very panicky meetup."

Tracen read over the details of the next kill a let out a small chuckle as a grin played at his lips.

"We have a modern day Rasputin for you next as Jonathan Gulley had a fight with noted killer Min-jae Parker. It ended almost as you'd expect apart from the fact Mr. Gulley seemed to have acquired the vitality of Jason Vorhees and Michael Myers combined and refused to stay down. Min-jae got the job done eventually though, don't you kids worry."

"Vincenzo Gatti spent a quiet moment of reflection talking to one of our cameras before trying to take their collar off with a knife. I'd normally lecture you about this kind of behaviour but we get the feeling this was a deliberate choice."

"And for our last kill today noted paranoid Emma Luz got into a fight with Alba Reyes and got shot. As tends to happen when you get into a fight with someone who has a gun, but who are we to judge your life choices. Some of you seem to suck at them no matter what we tell you."

"To update you on your danger zones for today the ones we told you about yesterday are still deadly and we're adding: the Utilities Compound, the Peaceful Meadows Crematorium and the Asylum Exterior. So I hope you like the interior decor of the asylum because these are all permanent."

"Our Best Kill Award winner today goes to someone who may have been flying under the radar, and we here like to ensure hard work gets it's proper reward so congratulations to Matthew Moradi, you can collect your prize from the Crematorium Gardens."

"So children as we come close to parting ways for the final time I just want to let you know I have enjoyed all our time together and you'll all have a special place in my memory. You've made us laugh, cheer, and sometimes scream but I wouldn't change a moment of it. Until tomorrow, good luck today."


DAY ELEVEN: SATURDAY, MAY 16, 2015

Weather: The sky is dark as the clouds threaten to unleash rain. The temperature meanwhile has stayed steady at 50 degrees f, 10 degrees C and the wind has died down. The moon is leaving the waning crescent stage.




Last but not least, congratulations to Namira for the death of Vincenzo/a Gatti, which won this month's BDA. The quote nomination thread will but up soon.





Rolls, like in V5 and V3 before it, will be a secret. All handlers who still have characters in the game can view them by following this link. This thread will then be revealed to the rest of the board once the death deadline has passed.

The card and danger zone deadline is in three days, as normal. Any cards should be played in the thread above. The deadline for all deaths will be 09:00 GMT - August 31st.

There will be no extensions for any reason. A hard final deadline worked very well in V4 and V5

V6 Twentieth Rolls
Hi, guys! So, as some of you may already know and some of you may not, only the members of the final ten and staff can see the rolls right now. So without any further ado here are your final rolls of V6:

1. Blair Moore (Espi)
2. Kimiko Kao (Deamon)
3. Bryony Adams (Pippin)
4. Alba Reyes (Laurels)
5. Matthew Moradi (Privyet)
6. Alice Baker (Aura)

Here is the timer for cards:

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And the one for deaths:

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Just a few quick points now that the admin is out of the way:

Obviously like in V5 we're keeping this a secret to add to the suspense and increase the engagement of the site as a whole, and like in V5 we think it would mean a lot if people kept things quiet. Since as we've all seen things can spread fast on the site so as soon as the rolls get out that'll be it.

However we do respect that this is all about everyone that is left in the game, so if you want to talk about your own character's status as rolled/unrolled, it's your choice and is completely fine. If you want to spoil everything, we'll be pretty disappointed and it'll ruin everyone else's fun so let's try not to do that. We aren't going to have a strict rule enforcing secrecy or anything, we just think that it's just that bit cooler for everyone if they don't know what's going to happen.

Heroes may of course, still be played for this cycle, but any cards not used now will become null and void in three days time. They're gone forever and will not be carried over into V7.

Soon after card time has passed, we will open a board for the Endgamers to discuss winner selection and Endgame planning.

Congratulations to everyone for making it this far. This is a great final 10 and it's good to see so many new faces mixed in with older handlers who may have been here before. So the staff team as a whole can't wait to see what you all do to make this final 10 as exciting and dramatic as it possibly can be.

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