General Manager - event continued
[Mysteriously, though all power is out, every television screen flares to life with white noise. Likewise do speakers squeal from ominous silence to foreboding static and every PDA device matches, syncing to the same channel. The screens and sound clear slowly, and the familiar face they show is illuminated only by faint blue light, as that cast by a monitor in a dark room.
The screen itself reflects in the General Manager's glasses which ride low on his thin nose. He smiles, but lacking its former mirth; this expression is cold indeed. The darkness of insanity pulls the color from those blue eyes as they stare at the screen.]
Dearest guests… Forgive my tardiness.
I regret to announce that playtime is over.
[Lightning lashes the sky, its deafening companion shaking every cabin on the island. The General Manager closes his eyes and lets his head list to one side, almost as if awaiting the judgment of the divine. With eyes still closed in resignation, words fall like burdens from his lips.]
For every pleasure given, for every joy shared, there comes an equal price.
[He looks at the camera, smile gone completely.]
With every blessing there comes a curse.
[An eerie howl sounds from the island's heart, not the sound of a dog or wolf proper, but of something ancient and arcane… something older than time, dripping with the promise of death.
With another flashing bolt, the bellies of the dense night clouds are ripped open to bleed inky, rancid rain, drenching all beneath them.
The GM trails his gaze to his left as the downpour blankets the island. Blue eyes shut tightly in a grimace as that chilling howl erupts again. When he looks into the camera again, his smile returns, a mockery of the genuine filled with irony and loss of hope.]
You see, for what you take for granted… there is a terrible price.
Unfortunately, what protection we could offer for some of you has been nullified by your actions. You took that which we would have given you in due time. This recourse cannot be helped, I'm afraid.
And one of you has done the unforgivable.
Your timing could not have been worse.
[The ground trembles with the force of the overhead thunder, accompanied by another wail, this one a little closer. With eyes watering, he laughs, mad. Despairing.
When it fades to quavering chuckles, he whispers.]
Tonight, I'm afraid someone will have to die.
[The transmission ends.]
Someone has done something very bad and the island is responding. It won't affect play for a short while, so it would be in all characters' best interest to hole up somewhere "safe" and stay there, as many seem to be doing.
Now things get interesting…
The screen itself reflects in the General Manager's glasses which ride low on his thin nose. He smiles, but lacking its former mirth; this expression is cold indeed. The darkness of insanity pulls the color from those blue eyes as they stare at the screen.]
Dearest guests… Forgive my tardiness.
I regret to announce that playtime is over.
[Lightning lashes the sky, its deafening companion shaking every cabin on the island. The General Manager closes his eyes and lets his head list to one side, almost as if awaiting the judgment of the divine. With eyes still closed in resignation, words fall like burdens from his lips.]
For every pleasure given, for every joy shared, there comes an equal price.
[He looks at the camera, smile gone completely.]
With every blessing there comes a curse.
[An eerie howl sounds from the island's heart, not the sound of a dog or wolf proper, but of something ancient and arcane… something older than time, dripping with the promise of death.
With another flashing bolt, the bellies of the dense night clouds are ripped open to bleed inky, rancid rain, drenching all beneath them.
The GM trails his gaze to his left as the downpour blankets the island. Blue eyes shut tightly in a grimace as that chilling howl erupts again. When he looks into the camera again, his smile returns, a mockery of the genuine filled with irony and loss of hope.]
You see, for what you take for granted… there is a terrible price.
Unfortunately, what protection we could offer for some of you has been nullified by your actions. You took that which we would have given you in due time. This recourse cannot be helped, I'm afraid.
And one of you has done the unforgivable.
Your timing could not have been worse.
[The ground trembles with the force of the overhead thunder, accompanied by another wail, this one a little closer. With eyes watering, he laughs, mad. Despairing.
When it fades to quavering chuckles, he whispers.]
Tonight, I'm afraid someone will have to die.
[The transmission ends.]
Someone has done something very bad and the island is responding. It won't affect play for a short while, so it would be in all characters' best interest to hole up somewhere "safe" and stay there, as many seem to be doing.
Now things get interesting…