The champions boarded the train at Ridgecrest. It was the height of opulence, fit out with only the best of everything; Ossetran Caviar, Dom Perignon, other Dom, perfectly tailored tuxedos, the McGoogle search engine, pristine peacocks, velvet cushions...
Hang on a minute, the McGoogle search engine? Spacedaisy immediately realised something was wrong. Whispers passed through the carriage like wildfire. Scotty and Kylemii were in one corner, talking worriedly. LoRab and Long Con were hunched over a notebook, working out what it all meant. MacDougall had been working on his start-up, McGoogle, for some time. Far from being state-of-the-art, it was an abject failure. An incongruent piece in what was otherwise a wealthy scene. However, everyone knew that Mac himself believed it was the solution to all of the Syndicate's security woes, and issue that had plagued them since the Russian hacking attack of early 2017. Perhaps, one day, it might have been...
"I remember those hackers" said Quin. "They deprived the world of one of my greatest mafia performances of all time."
Investigating further, S~V~S declared what everyone suspected. "MacDougall is on this train when he isn't even a champion, and it's no accident. He's the engineer, and he's been murdered. As best I can tell, the train cannot be stopped!"
"Why can't it be stopped?" asked DrWilgy, pulling on every lever he could find "this shouldn't be that hard." He then spotted the bright orange lever right in the middle, at eyesight level, that said "BRAKE" in big black letters. "What about this one?", Wilgy asked. Nutella pulled it, but it snapped off in her hands.
"It's no use at all" said Epignosis.
"This train runs on your haiku
it's the entry fee."
Nijuukyugou got out the operating manual. Sure enough, there it was. The levers operated automatically, by power of haiku. Perhaps MacDougall was a genius engineer after all, but his talent had been cut short, and no-one could understand exactly how it worked, or what they could do to fix the situation.
"Please train, apply brakes
I'm shit at writing haiku
Refridgerator" said insertnamehere
"The Marmot is here
Perhaps a little self-vote
Will solve all our woes" cried Marmot
"How unfortunate
We are all about to die
Jay could have fixed this" wailed Sloonei
"Why won't you slow down
Don't you know how hard it is
counting seventeen?" beseeched Dragon D Luffy
None of it worked. Several of the champions turned pale. Not everyone had looked at their ticket before boarding the train, and some of them failed to provide the correct fee for joining the trip. Now their failures were possibly going to cost all 23 passengers on board their lives.
The train picked up speed as it reached Fiji. Sig scrambled around looking for one of those cards that explains the correct brace position on a train, but for some reason none existed. Sprityo had the vague feeling that he remembered something about a murder on a train before. Everyone got in to the best position they could for impact... but the impact never came.
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Everyone looked around. All that was left was half a carriage... and half of them. They looked around and realised that they were on a beach, on an island. Exactly what they were doing here, they couldn't be sure. Suddenly, there was a flash, and a vision opened up before them.
The vision ended as abruptly as it had begun. But just one thing was on everyone's mind - accountability for those who did not haiku!
Day One has begun. You have 48 hours to lynch somebody. All players who paid the correct entry fee will be immune.
Hang on a minute, the McGoogle search engine? Spacedaisy immediately realised something was wrong. Whispers passed through the carriage like wildfire. Scotty and Kylemii were in one corner, talking worriedly. LoRab and Long Con were hunched over a notebook, working out what it all meant. MacDougall had been working on his start-up, McGoogle, for some time. Far from being state-of-the-art, it was an abject failure. An incongruent piece in what was otherwise a wealthy scene. However, everyone knew that Mac himself believed it was the solution to all of the Syndicate's security woes, and issue that had plagued them since the Russian hacking attack of early 2017. Perhaps, one day, it might have been...
"I remember those hackers" said Quin. "They deprived the world of one of my greatest mafia performances of all time."
Investigating further, S~V~S declared what everyone suspected. "MacDougall is on this train when he isn't even a champion, and it's no accident. He's the engineer, and he's been murdered. As best I can tell, the train cannot be stopped!"
"Why can't it be stopped?" asked DrWilgy, pulling on every lever he could find "this shouldn't be that hard." He then spotted the bright orange lever right in the middle, at eyesight level, that said "BRAKE" in big black letters. "What about this one?", Wilgy asked. Nutella pulled it, but it snapped off in her hands.
"It's no use at all" said Epignosis.
"This train runs on your haiku
it's the entry fee."
Nijuukyugou got out the operating manual. Sure enough, there it was. The levers operated automatically, by power of haiku. Perhaps MacDougall was a genius engineer after all, but his talent had been cut short, and no-one could understand exactly how it worked, or what they could do to fix the situation.
"Please train, apply brakes
I'm shit at writing haiku
Refridgerator" said insertnamehere
"The Marmot is here
Perhaps a little self-vote
Will solve all our woes" cried Marmot
"How unfortunate
We are all about to die
Jay could have fixed this" wailed Sloonei
"Why won't you slow down
Don't you know how hard it is
counting seventeen?" beseeched Dragon D Luffy
None of it worked. Several of the champions turned pale. Not everyone had looked at their ticket before boarding the train, and some of them failed to provide the correct fee for joining the trip. Now their failures were possibly going to cost all 23 passengers on board their lives.
The train picked up speed as it reached Fiji. Sig scrambled around looking for one of those cards that explains the correct brace position on a train, but for some reason none existed. Sprityo had the vague feeling that he remembered something about a murder on a train before. Everyone got in to the best position they could for impact... but the impact never came.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone looked around. All that was left was half a carriage... and half of them. They looked around and realised that they were on a beach, on an island. Exactly what they were doing here, they couldn't be sure. Suddenly, there was a flash, and a vision opened up before them.
Day six has ended. Colonialbob has been lynched. He was:
13: Charlie Pace. No matter what you do, you're going to die, brotha! You will consume the lynch on day 6, but you are immune from any form of death until that point.
The vision ended as abruptly as it had begun. But just one thing was on everyone's mind - accountability for those who did not haiku!
Day One has begun. You have 48 hours to lynch somebody. All players who paid the correct entry fee will be immune.
