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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-25 07:53 pm
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THE CLEANER

Atsushi wakes up in his room on monday morning, with a staff member indulgently smiling down on him. They're aware that he needs guidance, and they want to provide that for him during the game. So they have a special task, just for him...
OOC GAMEPLAY
- The Cleaner is a Third party role that is tasked with killing inactive players during the week.
- The Cleaner faces no punishment for these murders, and will not be tried.
- The Cleaner is protected by the Resort for a period of time, after which the Resort will leave his fate up to the rest of the game.
- The Cleaner wins if they make it to the end of the game alive.
TIPS
Do what comes naturally. Also, you must feed the Rats by the Resort's requests, so get ready to do that a lot.
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The weight is familiar, and heavy.]
I think I'm alright now. I just forgot my place for a moment, that's all.
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No. You're a human being like anyone else - she's in the wrong for forcing you to do this.
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Some people are born into a life they did not want. That's just how things are. It's neither 'right' nor 'wrong', it just 'is'.
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[The pen begins to slow down, though it's clear the writer is frustrated.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that there's no other option. That I can't make another option happen.
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"The mind may err, but never the blood."
My blood runs Mafia-black, Ghost-san. Don't apologize for something that was decided long before you ever met me.
[Then he'll move his hand off of the pen, once he's said his piece.]
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When he lets go, it's still - before he starts writing again.]
'We are all of us trainers of wild beasts, it is said, and the beasts in question are our own inner selves.'
Maybe your beast is your past, Nakajima.
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My beast lives beneath the moonlight.
[And he'll glance out the window.
Just two days past the last full moon. 27 more to go.]
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Having chanced to go mad, I became a wild beast.
Calamity piled upon calamity - I cannot escape my fate.
Who could now withstand my fangs and claws?
Yet in student days I shared your bright promise-
Now I have become a beast crouching in a thicket,
While you ride grandly in an official's carriage.
Tonight I gaze at the bright moon over the mountain.
Unable to sing an Ode, I can only howl.'
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You're quite the poet, Ghost-san. Did you come up with that just now?
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It's from a book, actually. I think you'd like it. If you're interested, I could ask the staff if they'd let me have a copy.
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[Get him that book and he will definitely read it.]
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Now that you're doing better...I have to go. I'll try and get you those books later on and leave them in your room, alright?
[There's the feeling of someone placing a hand on his shoulder, as the pen is placed on the table along with the piece of paper.
When the pressure fades, it's not long before you feel as if the presence is gone.]