[Under other circumstances, a farm might be too wholesome a locale for an exercise like this. Lots of grass to touch, warm and fuzzy animals, food always available fresh: what could drive anyone to murder in a place like that?
Here, however, with the buildings all burnt out and falling apart, and faceless, skeletal robots continuing to tend land and livestock, and sci-fi instakill barbed wire encasing the whole place like a cage, the vibes are, shall we say, less than idyllic.
Maybe that's why one of their number actually went through with it. Gave in to the "push" their overseer offered earlier in the week. Left Dave Strider, who was generally well-liked, if weird and annoying, lying dead in the dirt of the cattle pen.
Nobody warned him about steers, bro.
So that was their first murder and first trial, for which Brook was almost wholly unhelpful. He hadn't found anything useful while investigating, and he hadn't gotten to know any of his fellow captives well enough to point out strange or inconsistent behaviors. Now that the remainder are gathering, upset and discouraged, to... do whatever they're doing here, Brook finds himself wishing he'd tried a little harder.
So, yeah. Here he is. Awkwardly trying to mingle. He remembers Nana, at least; being (1) pink and (2) a boy, he'd been relevant to her interests. Seeing her now is...]
Wildcard: creepy robot farm; afterparty
Here, however, with the buildings all burnt out and falling apart, and faceless, skeletal robots continuing to tend land and livestock, and sci-fi instakill barbed wire encasing the whole place like a cage, the vibes are, shall we say, less than idyllic.
Maybe that's why one of their number actually went through with it. Gave in to the "push" their overseer offered earlier in the week. Left Dave Strider, who was generally well-liked, if weird and annoying, lying dead in the dirt of the cattle pen.
Nobody warned him about steers, bro.
So that was their first murder and first trial, for which Brook was almost wholly unhelpful. He hadn't found anything useful while investigating, and he hadn't gotten to know any of his fellow captives well enough to point out strange or inconsistent behaviors. Now that the remainder are gathering, upset and discouraged, to... do whatever they're doing here, Brook finds himself wishing he'd tried a little harder.
So, yeah. Here he is. Awkwardly trying to mingle. He remembers Nana, at least; being (1) pink and (2) a boy, he'd been relevant to her interests. Seeing her now is...]
So, uh...
[...]
...How... are you.