RATATOSKR

[soulping]

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Your runner is Cassandra (sociologize), please ping them if you have any questions!

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[crowing]

Ow—!! What the fuck!

( IT HURTS!

time to fight the corn!! )

[soulping]

[YOU FIGHT THE CORN. You're. Fighting corn.

Behind you, on the other side of the path, you hear giggling and rustling]

[crowing]

( ripping some stalks right out of the ground, holding them menacingly in his fist!! that'll teach the stupid corn to make a fool outta him!

and. . . immediately separating from the group to investigate the giggling. )

[soulping]

[the rustling stops. The whispering stops.

It goes deadly quiet for a few moments, before you hear giggling, further into the corn]

[crowing]

( what the hell is this. PERFECTLY STILL, still holding corn stalks as he listens.

he sprints towards the sound of giggling as soon as he hears it, determined to figure out what asshole is behind it. )

[soulping]

[you sprint towards the giggling. It seems that they're deliberately leading you further in, away from the path itself and away from your team.

But they don't lead you too far - you soon find yourself in a clearing, lit with pires of fire on either side of it. At the center stands a large cross, made from wood and cornstalks. Hanging from it is . . . well, you have to get closer to see that.

The giggling has ceased, for now]

[crowing]

( hanging. . .? what's hanging? what creepy shit is hanging from a wood and cornstalk cross? )

[soulping]

[as you get closer, you can see that something has pooled beneath it, slowly spreading out in the dirt. Shining your light on it reveals it to be blood.

Hanging from the cross appears to be a young man, or . . . well, what must have been one at one point. His clothes are torn, his limbs tied to the cross itself and blood drips from numerous wounds all over his body. Fresh wounds]

[crowing]

( wow, fucking nope. nope to the next level actually.

shit. what way did he come? let's. . . try to leave. he wants nothing to do with this dead body shit. )

[soulping]

[you do something smart for once and rejoin your team on the path]

[crowing]

( OH THANK GOD.

these idiots are at least familiar. )

So, uh, what's the plan of action here? Gonna stand around like assholes a bit more?

[3g]

Oh, be quiet. [ That's exactly what they should do. ] Pick a direction that isn't fucking up corn and we'll go.

[crowing]

There's dead dudes in the corn.

( yanno, fyi. )

[3g]

Awesome, let's not go there.

[crowing]

Let's go that way.

( pointing ahead of them in a direction that IS NOT THE CORN. )

[3g]

[ IT'S LEFT. ]

Alright.

[ And off he goes again. ]

[soulping]

[you continue down the path.

It winds around, to the right, forward and to the right again. Until it joins with another path that leads you out of the maze.

You are welcome to take the other path if you wish to explore the maze further, or you can exit]

[3g]

[ ... ]

That's... it?

[crowing]

I don't trust it.

( glancing around. )

I'm going back into the corn—!

[3g]

[ WHY. ]

Wait! Maybe one of us should leave the maze and then we can screw around!

[secretofthefox]

[...On the one hand that does seem a little too easy.

On the other, hey, at least it means getting out of a corn field that can't be cut down, right?]

[crowing]

( MEANINGFUL GLANCE!!

as if sol is supposed to know what the fuck he means by that. )

[secretofthefox]

[you didn't get yourself horribly murdered

good, that means we don't have to carry your corpse around

he just leans on his scythe and tries to look noncommittal - the others have had the ideas, he's just been following]

[crowing]

Let's not go in the corn.

Where'd you get the scythe? I want a scythe.

[secretofthefox]

[points toward Epsilon - he found it]