CFUW 126 - The Abattoir

[cfuw_shepherd]

*the room is dim and featureless, with a dark aura hanging over it even for the least spiritually sensitive*

Comments

[nocturnemission]

... Wait, what?

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

You were chosen.

[nocturnemission]

Oh. Crap.

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

You did not really want to play anymore, did you?

[nocturnemission]

Uh, I wouldn't have minded taking some people out, actually.

[idkmybffnirvash.livejournal.com]

Someone choose.

[nocturnemission]

So it was you!

[idkmybffnirvash.livejournal.com]

You can if you want to.

[nocturnemission]

I can what?

[idkmybffnirvash.livejournal.com]

Choose.

[100apologies.livejournal.com]

I don't want to.

[nocturnemission]

... You too, Miranda?

[100apologies.livejournal.com]

I-I didn't have a choice!

[nocturnemission]

But... Why me? I thought we were buddies?

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

One should like another volunteer this time. No need for one of you to take all the winnings.

[100apologies.livejournal.com]

...we all have to do it eventually, don't we?

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

Unless you are killed before your opportunity; however, that is the point of it. And one shall be bringing in the next lamb shortly.

[100apologies.livejournal.com]

A-alright.

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

It is, one might add, rather unlikely that you shall escape this fate. Unless, one supposes, your team wins the game in three nights.

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

Very well. Then when he arrives, he is yours.

[andcontrarywise.livejournal.com]

And here we are.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Glares at Hatter]

They're not going to give your way again.

[idkmybffnirvash.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Zero.