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TRIALS OF DEATH: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE:

- You are not sure how you ended up here or where exactly, here is or exactly what happened. You pinch yourself: it hurts. You realize you are not in a dream: even dream-based creatures cannot control or break out of this. This is a startling reality. What exactly happened overnight?

- Your group now has four choices. Think of this OOCLY as a CYOA game. You can either now as a group

a) Hide behind the rock out of sight to wait for the two unfamiliar Halloweeners to leave

b) Walk over to communicate with the Halloweeners/ attempt to ask them questions related to the trials and what they should do

c) Walk over to communicate with the Halloweeners to ask questions about what is going on.

d) Attempt to go back to square one and examine where you had last left off.

The sound of the footsteps stop. There is a pause. "Did you hear something?"

Another moment of tense silence. "Nothing, we should keep on going, I still have another two mission reports to fill out, and I'd rather do it when you know, the sun is still up."

"I hate b***h sentry duty." The other reaffirmed after a second, a voice that looked really disjointed with the size and shape of the body. "There's nothing here anyway, not even a sign of a freaking-" air quotes "- survivor group. What are the higher ups planning anyway?"

The first didn't say anything in response to the question. "Let's move on. They said they spotted sightings at around 25°22"N, 72°32'33"W." A pause. "That's the remains of the old city hall, genius. Let's get a move on."

Thankfully, a few seconds later, the footsteps retreated. The students had avoided disaster, it seemed, and interestingly enough, gained some valuable information. The question was, was it really information or a trap? As they take a better look at the landscape, dull, and bleak, they would notice something fluttering in the wind, pinned to the back of the tree.

A notice:

"THIS SECTOR HAS BEEN CLAIMED AND IS UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF DEUS EX MACHINA AS OF 12/31/1999."

There was also a path extending around the tree, the only path that seemed even remotely used, though the fog was making it hard, if not impossible to see which direction it extended. It looked like if the students wanted to get out of here alive, or at least figure out what was going on, they would need to choose a path.

a) Follow the direction of the ??? figures as they walked off, which goes directly to where The Town Hall would be.

c) Question the remaining status of Amityville and head towards where their homes would have been, not the dorms, but their actual relative homes in The Town Heights.

c) The students are at the edge of where they had seen Horsemen leave that one time, perhaps they should check out the remains of the Weeping Forest instead?

IF YOU CHOOSE TOWN HALL OR WEEPING FOREST:


Your walk through the fog makes you feel colder step by step, inch by inch. At last, fighting through masses of unknown creatures, creatures who continuously talk about home, you reach a strange landmark.

A single tattered flag rising from the ground. On it is a very familiar symbol, a carved pumpkin emblazoned with an A. Amityville.

You walk over to the flag, but there's nothing else in sight. What does this mean? What could it mean. Warily, you look around for clues, hints, but the fog is too thick, it is hard to see anything. Oddly enough, as you search around further, you hear a vague buzzing noise, similar to something building an electric charge-

- There is a loud ZAP and you black out immediately.

When you wake up, you realize you are tied, rather primitively actually, bound by thick ropes, feet and neck coiled with chains. You seem to be in a series of what look like underground caverns, the lighting dim and shallow, a few figures milling around. One of them is looking straight at you, and takes a step forward.

You do no recognize them at all, an undead carrying a thick set of chains and what looks like a primitive helmet. He strides towards you, and sticks the helmet over you head, staring at you suspiciously. A grunt. "So you can't log out, while we interrogate you." In his spare hand is a weapon, a rusted broken saw. He leans closer with the weapon-

- "Wait! I'll do this." Another much smaller figure leans over, except this one is very familiar: the tattered blue scarf and general washed out appearance did nothing to hide that this was a certain school secretary. He looked extremely worn out, expression both suspicious and haunted as he leaned closer towards you, traces of recognition in his eyes. "Who are you?"

"The are spies." Grunted the other, unwavering. "We shall torture them, kill them from the inside out, like they have done to us. It does not matter what the spies look like."

They sighed, recoiling backwards. "You are right. These students died years ago."

You quickly scan around you, noting the drab landscape, the survivors looking at you curiously. Yes, survivors, you are looking at the last few remaining survivors of Halloween. A few questions cross your mind.

a) You ask about where you are and the status of Halloween/ what is going on

b) You ask about who has survived. You begin to rattle off names, places.

c) You call the secretary out by name. You mention the Trials, and the last time you saw them.