ANGEL GAME 1: GROUP A

[hot_mess_express]

[You enter the tent to find yourself in what appears to be a conference room in the sky. The walls and ceiling consist of a glass dome, outside of which a raging thunderstorm can be seen. If you approach the wall, you’ll find the room seems to be floating. Down below is a forest, but it’s raining so hard that it’s impossible to make out any details.

The inside of the room has only a large, circular table. In the center is open space, and around the outer edge are high-backed chairs. In front of each chair is a paper with a copy of the rules -- when everyone sits, the game will begin.

In Group A is: ginger, thyme, & licorice.]

Comments

[ewestmarch]

[Emilia looks immediately distrustful. Her expression darkens the more the narration goes on.]

I'm a monster, not a human.

[nihilmancy]

Monster is a categorically vague term.

[ewestmarch]

I don't feel bad killing it if it's a wild animal that close to a town. ... I don't even mind killing it if it's an armed combatant, because he's obviously up to no good. But between those, we have no information.

[nihilmancy]

We don't know what manner of creature it is. If it's simply a being of animal level intelligence, I think it would be appropriate to kill it, but we do not yet know that. To simply kill any potential threat is evil.

[ewestmarch]

War is war. Humans at home would kill me on sight, so I try to kill them first.

[By now she's made herself gloves out of her bedsheets, all black, and she frowns down at them.]

[nihilmancy]

"War" is not a blanket excuse to commit violence against whomever you please.

[Wouldn't that be nice, though? Something inside Tabby is saying that, despite her words.]

[ewestmarch]

It's not like it's fun - look, I'm going to vote to spare it, alright?

[nihilmancy]

I don't advocate untempered mercy. We must also hold it captive so long as we have inadequate information.

[ewestmarch]

I can get behind that, sure.