Night 11

[fifthreplacement]

[Awhile after night begins, and after Sync has spent some time talking to Sil about what happened, a new post appears in the journals. He still hasn't used this enough for most to recognise his handwriting, but those who do will realise it's a little shakier than normal]

The basement isn't safe, especially around the crafters rooms. I don't know if it's still there or not, but there was a monster hiding in the carpenter's room. It's already killed one person tonight.

[He doesn't write any more than that, no 'be careful' or anything. It's a warning, and that's all. Sync doesn't care what happens to most of the people here. But for those few he's beginning to realise he does...hopefully it will be enough]

Comments

[fifthreplacement]

They will. But there's only so many times a person can die before beginning to be warped by this place.

[Sync doesn't even mind]

[betterthangarlond]

[ He did not know that. So his next reply takes a bit, and there's a few angry dots on the paper beforehand. ]

Then we are to be robbed of not just our identities, but our selves?

Pleasant.

[fifthreplacement]

If you're foolish enough to let yourself get killed enough, yes. Or if you kill yourself. Both work.

[betterthangarlond]

I had no choice the first time, author.

But it is idiotic.

[fifthreplacement]

Most people don't have a choice in the matter. Kind of comes with the whole dying business.

[Sync is unimpressed]

[betterthangarlond]

They should be keeping safer. Who would poke around in this atmosphere?

[fifthreplacement]

Those of us who would rather be on a world that isn't this one.

[betterthangarlond]

Is this land truly scary enough that dying - become closer to it - is better then simply accepting it?

I think not.

[ thats because he's barely been here. nero p l z ]

[fifthreplacement]

So what, you'd rather turn into a monster or ghost with little to no sense of who you were, unable to do anything but obey? Or perhaps you're made of the right kind of stuff to be kept alive as a food source for the Lord's servants, nevermind the corruption that they cause that makes your form change against your will.

Perhaps that sounds fine to you, but I've had enough of that.

[betterthangarlond]

[ There's more of those frustrated dots. ]

Either way, we're doomed to lose

[ And this is going to be the last thing he writes. His hands are shaking too much, he can't even finish writing it. ]

[fifthreplacement]

Only if you give up like you so clearly have. You enjoy that, I'd rather go down fighting.

[betterthangarlond]

[ Still no reply (in fact he's tossed the book down). He's... too tired. He has no reason to try. ]