GAME 2: Wolves

[protoshepherd]

[ Each wolf will receive a text stating:
Now
Meet other wolves
Female's W.C.
3rd cubicle
Flush three times
They also have the option to reply to the message. (Ping me if this happens!)

And if they follow the instructions, the wall behind the cubicle will slowly reveal a ~ secret path ~ to a secret room.

Except, this room is also a washroom. But it looks pretty swag, like a hotel's bathroom. There's a bathtub, a shower, a toilet with a bidet, a HUGEass mirror, and the floor is carpeted. It seems like a pretty private place for you and your fellow wolves to plot in.

Have fun! ]

Comments

[protoshepherd]

You won't believe even if you see. [ That's a creepy laugh right there, with a little bit of phlegm. It sounds awful either way. ]

[inspectormacarena]

[...Ew.]

Try me.

[protoshepherd]

[ DON'T BE RUDE. THE BADGER IS SICK. ]

Not possible. Not right now. Even Proto cannot.

[inspectormacarena]

[Yes he's sick alright.]

Listen here, maaan. I don't have time for your insubstantial claims and I don't have time for your game. For the last time, open the damn door so I can be on my way.

[protoshepherd]

Play game til finish. Doors open.

[inspectormacarena]

How about you allow us to go through multiple polls in one day, hmmm? There's no need to stretch this out any longer than it has to be. We can finish this whole game in the span of an hour, baby.

[protoshepherd]

Cannot. People no cooperate in an hour.

[inspectormacarena]

If you tell them they can leave within the hour? Of course they will. I'd make suuure of it.

[protoshepherd]

... Play game. Follow rules. That all.

[inspectormacarena]

[That complete disregard for his words is what ultimately has Cabanela lose what little shreds of his temper remained. Goddammit he doesn't have time for this! Five- no, ten years of hard work and a good friend's life will go down the drain if he's stuck here tonight. He has people who are counting on him to put a stop to the Manipulator's funny business.

Mirror, TV screen, whatever it is, it doesn't matter. It'll be meeting Cabanela's fist because he will be punching it in one swift, frustrated strike.]

[protoshepherd]

[ The mirror doesn't break, and his fist slowly turns into glass. And... it might slowly be extending to his lower arm, then to his upper arm. ]

[inspectormacarena]

[WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!

Alright that effectively got him to stumble away from the mirror, eyes wide with fear and feverishly trying to roll up the sleeve of his coat because what the hell what the hell what the heeeell-]

Gods in heaven...!

[protoshepherd]

[ The glass slowly shatters and pieces fall to the floor, then revealing Cabanela's arm. ]

[inspectormacarena]

[This is terrifying. This is terrifying and he is done. He is outta here. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

To the ousting post!]