This post was last modified: May 20, 2025 at 2:03 AM by Atua.

Atua
And once more, the cloak of night descends upon another of My cases. The bloodlust rises. I impose these motives, but I have seen how you acted throughout this game. Killing Games drive the hidden urge to kill within all people. I could refrain from giving a motive, and I would still be guaranteed a case!

Hollywood Bowl
You know, if that's true, why not do it? You could always just prove your point!

Atua
Ah, but you miss that I greatly enjoy giving motives. Especially with the restrictions the Colonel so graciously gifted to you.

Agent Evangeline
The atmosphere has shifted, huh. I don't think this game will last much longer.

Momoyo Himemushi
I'm ready for it to end. Nothing personal, but when it ends, then I get to climb down.

And then I really get to have some fun!

Atua
This takes me back. The fever pitch... the relentless slaughter, breaking every bond that was left. I recall when I manifested in Silver Junction myself, the first time. I will admit, I underestimated the Union Army.

This time, I will not make the same mistake. Tonight will be a double murder. Let the blood flow! Let it pour! Let your alliances crumble in fear and paranoia!

Now, as for that motive. For those who do not attempt tonight, all non-role and non-lore items will be destroyed at the end of the day phase. Let us see your inventory hoarding after this.

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Tonight's weather is Mirage. When outside, you may occasionally see objects or people that are not actually there. These illusions will never show up as anyone specific, and will always be identified as mirages upon memory checks.

THE MAP (Credit to Yap for the centipede graphic!)

First Floor: Show

Purple Building
Desert Sage Dorm: One of the three large dorm rooms. This one is decorated with a bunch of desert flowers.
Sheriff's Office: The office of the one lawman in the town. Contains an officer's desk, several guns, and the Jail Cell.
Jail Cell: A jail cell, to, unsurprisingly, jail people. A hole has been punched in the side of the wall, rendering it useless to jail people. You can just walk in and out now.
General Store: A store stocked with all sorts of dry goods. The destination for all items you could want in the Wild West that aren't stocked elsewhere! There's a locked trapdoor in the floor.
Army Post: A well-equipped military depot, with everything from rations to weapons that a handful of soldiers might need.
Lift: A large freight elevator that goes down to the Construction Garage. The controls are destroyed, and the lift is jammed at the bottom level.

Blue Building
Lobby: This building is fully modern, unlike the old-timey other five buildings. The glass-walled lobby full of plush chairs to sit in is a great example.
Theater: An old fashioned movie theater with modern projection equipment. Perfect for screening Wild West films after making them!
Archives: A large number of filing cabinets sit in this room, full of information on past Wild West film shoots that took place in Silver Junction. The door is locked.
Executive Office: A fancy, plush office with a large chair and larger desk, for whoever's in charge of the current movie productions.

Green Building
Prickly Pear Dorm: One of the three large dorm rooms. This one is decorated with a bunch of cacti.
Chapel: A non-denominational chapel to pray to whatever you may choose to pray to. We don't judge.
Newspaper: A room to run off the day's paper, complete with a printing press and a few desks for the newshounds.
Bank: A fancy, well-equipped bank, complete with a manager's office and plenty of tellers - as well as some money lying around. The back has a large vault door.
Vault: A locked vault behind a large vault door in the bank. It looks very complex to open, and it's marked High Security.

Yellow Building
Saloon: The big bar of Silver Junction. Lots of booze behind a bar, a piano with curtains on the side, plenty of tables, and of course every door is the swinging saloon doors.
Gun Store: A store selling all kinds of guns, from pistols to shotguns to rifles. Free to take and use to all customers!
Farrier: A small shop containing everything one could need to take care of a horse properly.
Stable: A stable currently inhabited by four horses. Whoever stocked them was cheeky enough to pick a red horse, a black horse, a white horse, and a pale gray horse.

Orange Building
Century Agave Dorm: One of the three large dorm rooms. This one is decorated with a bunch of low-growing desert plants.
Blacksmith: With a furnace at full blast, this blacksmith's shop is fantastic for making metal tools.
Carpenter: This room is full of woodworking tools and wood to work with for those tools.
Ruined Mine: The collapsed remains of a mineshaft, creating a deep hole in the middle of the building. Plenty of rocks to poke at if you want.
Mineral Storage: A place to store whatever minerals were dredged up from the mine when it was active. It's full of pyrite.
Mining Equipment: A large room, full of shovels, pickaxes, and any other non-explosive mining equipment your heart could possibly desire.
Explosives Storage: A room with plenty of dynamite, blasting caps, and whatever else you'd need for a big boom. The door is locked, but a hole has been blasted open in the south wall.

Red Building
Train Platform: An open-air platform for people to wait for the train. Contains a few clocks and a few benches.
Passenger Lounge: A comfortable waiting area and ticket counter for people to relax while waiting for the train.
Post Office: A small station to store, sort, and receive letters, of which there are currently a blizzard's worth.
Telegraph Office: An office to send and receive telegrams up and down the line. The door is locked.
Locomotive: A full-sized steam locomotive with a tender, three passenger cars, and a caboose attached. Several necessary parts of the engine have been removed, so it's not going anywhere.

Exterior Locations
Cemetery: A graveyard. It's currently devoid of graves beyond a few old headstones, but that could very well change here.
Livestock Corral: A small pen, holding several cattle. There's also a few chickens, for some reason.
Water Tower Field: A debris field created by the collapse of the Water Tower. Rather annoying to pick your way through.
Plot: A roped off and well-tilled plot of land. Community garden in progress.
Outhouses: A pair of new outhouses constructed by Reginald Fikwerther in a more useful location.
Outhouse Crater: There was a bathroom here. It's gone now.
Canal: A small stream of water running along a pre-dug ditch, starting from a spring in the rocks.

Second Floor: Show

Purple Building
Officer's Club: A fancy bar meant for army officers. With the lack of those in the vicinity, it's become open to all.
Schoolhouse: A small, one-room school. Well equipped for general lessons, less well equipped for specialized.
Mayor's Office: The office of the Mayor of Silver Junction, holding all kinds of documents and records relating to the old town.
Courthouse: The judicial location of the county, back in the day. Contains a judge's bench, witness stand, desks for attorneys, and a jury box.
Hallway: An ordinary hallway to connect the 2F rooms in the purple building. There's some paintings on the walls, at least.

Blue Building
Soundstage: A big soundstage, perfectly designed for filming. There's a few different backdrops available to choose from, all fitting the Wild West theme.
Film Equipment: A storage room for the movie set building, holding the camera equipment and plenty of props for any Western you care to film.
Recording: A soundproof room for recording voice. Full of recording equipment, ranging from the gramophone to the modern systems.
Breakroom: A comfortable room to relax in during all the filming. Has several couches and tables, a coffee machine, and a fridge.

Green Building
Tailor: Plenty of clothing lies around in this store, all of it befitting the Wild West aesthetic on display.
Laundry: A hand-wash laundry, with everything you need to wash 'em and dry 'em both.
Barbershop: A fancy barbershop, equipped well for both haircuts and dentistry as necessary.
Law Office: The office of the town's only lawyer. Contains difficult-looking legal books in a row, a nice desk, and far too many papers.
Tobacconist: A tobacco shop, full of plenty of cigars, cigarettes, and chewing tobacco to imitate whatever noir or western trope you desire.

Yellow Building
Restaurant: A nice restaurant, complete with a small kitchen. Unimpressive compared to the OCGA Central Facility.
Gambling Parlor: A smoke-filled room set up for all sorts of games of chance and luck.
Brewery: A room set up for the easy production of moonshine. Saloon's gotta stay supplied, right?
Hotel: A small hotel with a few beds set up for sleeping. Perfect for quick layovers.

Orange Building
Doctor's Office: A basic doctor's office, for taking care of injuries in the West. Contains various doctor's tools, a cot, and a locked medicine cabinet.
Funeral Home: An undertaker's room, to work on laying to rest the deceased. When there's not a constant supply of them you can't keep up with, that is.
Pharmacy: With plenty of cheap drugs, nothing here is as good as the medicine in the Doctor's Office, but it can still come in handy.
Target Range: A shooting gallery set up to practice your gunplay. If you didn't bring your own, it's got plenty of guns and ammo ready to go.
Trading Post: A small trading post that caters specifically to selling to the miners, rather than the open nature of the general store.

Red Building
Railworker Quarters: A small sleeping area for employees of the railroad. It's got beds and not much else.
Station Storage: A storage room located in the train station. Contains various parts for the track and gear for employees.

Basement Floor: Show

Purple Building
Storeroom: The storeroom underneath the General Store. Everything in the General Store? There's even more of it here. Contains a locked tunnel to the Rectory and a passcode door to the rest of the Purple Building's basement.
Construction Garage: A large underground garage, with an excavator, bulldozer, and drill tank. It also has a large shutter in the west wall.
Liturgic Silver Processing: A room designed to drain Liturgic Esotera out of the silver in Silver Junction, after it was saturated with the stuff by whatever happened in the past.
Crimson Eye Storage Facility: A storage facility for the Crimson Eye. Contains body armor, modern guns, and other normal high-end equipment necessary for suiting up.
Lift: A large freight elevator that goes up to by the Sheriff's Office. The controls are destroyed, and the lift is jammed at the bottom level.

Blue Building
Sacristy: The room to prepare for services in the church. Notably, despite the church starting as Protestant Christianity, the materials available in the church reflect a completely different religion, that of Atuaism.
Rectory: The room and board provided with the church, and thus the room where Spencer Edwards lived during the early 1870s.
Church Records: A room holding archives of church documents from Silver Junction's original time.
Crypt: An old, moldy crypt. Contains a few skeletons. Spooky.
Shrine to Atua: A small shrine specifically dedicated to Atua, the God of Killing Games.

Green Building
Crimson Eye Liturgic Research Laboratory: A complex lab designed to study the nature of Liturgic Esotera, the magic of faith. Set up by the paranormal crime gang, the Crimson Eye. The staircase heads up to the Vault.
Liturgic Study Records: Years' worth of records on the Crimson Eye's experiments in Silver Junction.
Liturgic Equipment Room: A room full of the high-tech experimental equipment developed based on the Liturgic experiments. Contains a locked tunnel to the Rectory.
Liturgic Testing Range: A room with a sealed chamber and an observation area, designed to test equipment in relative safety.

Yellow Building
Generator Room: A room with a couple large generators, supplying all the power to Silver Junction.
Server Hall: Racks upon racks of computer servers stand here, with unexamined data in abundance.
Cold Storage: A deep-frozen room with plenty of preserved food and preserved chemicals. And the preserved bodies of the Crimson Eye operatives Deathborn killed.
Maintenance Office: A standard office for maintenance staff.

Orange Building
Paranormal Division Headquarters: The headquarters of the Union Army Paranormal Division, roughly carved from the rock. Contains a whole lot of information about their mission and the Silver Junction 1873 Incident, though the last part of that incident was sealed by the President's order.
Union Army Barracks: A sleeping place for the Paranormal Division soldiers during 1873. You can use it, though it's a little unmaintained.
Army Supply Depot: An old supply depot. Full of rotten food and old materials, though the latter still works.
Occultic Weaponry Storage: The Union Army's storage of Occultic-empowered weaponry.
Mineshaft: The mineshaft that connects the Ruined Mine room to the underground Mine itself. Contains a hidden door to the Paranormal Division HQ.

LIVING PLAYERS
Desert Sage Dorm
-@North Star
-Panimajesh (@Madame Zalsarona)
-@Hollywood Bowl (NPC)

Prickly Pear Dorm
-@Akira Kogami
-@Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
-@Agent Evangeline (NPC)

Century Agave Dorm
-@Ranger
-@Roland
-@Kroos the Keen Glint
-@Nico Yazawa
-@McJango
-@Jessica

???
-@Atua (NPC)
-@Momoyo Himemushi (NPC Observer)
-@Morgan (Wraith)
-@Nanao (Wraith)

Submissions are due in 48 hours, at 10 PM EDT on May 21st.

This post was last modified: May 20, 2025 at 2:04 AM by Roland.

...Night 10. A week and a half. That's all it's been, huh? Funny, coulda' sworn it's been longer. Feels like longer... Doesn't it?

Hah... Well, we're almost at the end, far as I can tell. Numbers are getting low, stakes are getting higher... The way I see it, it's time for action. Real action, not just playing this same game, going round and round in circles after killers who got forced into this whole thing in the first place, just like you or me. It doesn't end if you kill an individual killer - even Yellowil, did killing him really fix anything?

Nah... if you try to wash blood with blood... you end up right back here. Just as stained as before. No sense chasing after yesterday's killer either, whether it's Nico or North Star or... whatever.



...If you wanna know the truth, I knew what was gonna happen when I showed up here. A movie shoot... out here in the middle of the nowhere, without even any actors or... defined job titles lined up? Haah... talk about a laugh. That's not why though. My gut might be right every now and again... but intuition had nothing to do with it.

I had a purpose here - and I thought it'd be easy. Guess things never go the way you expect.

To tell you the truth, I figured you'd be just like the people back home. Figured murder woulda' just been a fact of life, that bodies would be left lining the streets each morning, only to be swept away without a second glance before the next. I expected that same heartless apathy that burrowed through the City's darkest corners like a festering parasite. Nothing but a bunch of idiots I could sacrifice to burn the cause of our suffering at its root.



...Do you have any idea how annoying it was to be shown otherwise?

Lynne... Mayor Bud.... Zalsarona too... Even the likes of Jessica, Ventura, and North Star... Murderers, pacifists, and everything in between - but still somehow dedicated to the survival of the others in one way or another, with no benefit to themselves. I didn't even think that was possible, for the longest time. Here I am though, staring reality in the face - that's this, and this is that.

Zalsarona... she thinks I've got a good heart, huh? I'm afraid that on that front... I'm gonna let her down.



...So I'm gonna lay all my cards on the table, while we still have time to reconcile. You want revenge for something-or-other? Come and take it - and if I had to guess, I'll have plenty of takers. Me? I'm gonna tell you everything I know, everything I've done - then you can go ahead and make your judgements. Hopefully we can all reach an understanding.

And if not... well, there's nothing you can meaningfully do to hurt me now, anyway.

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...But that's only natural, considering what I've done to get to this point.

Hah... if you were willing to stretch the definition a bit... Guess you could call me the fourth mastermind - unaffiliated with those other three... the one really responsible for Atua's summoning. The Ultimate Cultist that Spencer Edwards wished he could be... if only through my actions to call him to this world - and not the bullshit that he calls "worship".

In reality, I hate Atua more than anything.

It's like I said. Back home, death is a fact of life. You wanna get attached? Build yourself a loyal group of friends, fall in love, start a family? One way or another, someone'll end up with a knife in their back. This game that everyone's so tied up in? That's the average day-to-day, except there's no justice to be dealt to the killer at the end of it all - not unless you're wealthy enough to hire a Fixer Association to investigate the crime for you - a luxury I sure as hell never had. Even then... what does stopping one killer accomplish if twenty more are lined up behind him?

All of this, this seeping, acrid rot... It stems from him, just like it fuels him in turn. The self-purported "God of Murder", nothing more than an embodiment of that same, self-fulfilling cycle - fueled by the desperation it spits out. Of course, when I caught wind of what Momoyo, Deathborn, and Honoka were planning - the very same ritual of worship, except aimed at suppressing his summoning, keeping him a lingering presence blanketed across the world, forever perpetuating his suffering...

There was only ever one option: kill them all and facilitate his manifestation in this world - so that I could kill him myself and make him suffer the way everyone else has. To extinguish that false light, and inflict upon him the most painful death imaginable. To excise corruption at its roots, and burn it all to the ground.



...So give @Agent Evangeline a break, would you?

That whole thing? That was me. Every single part of that kill, from the ground up... it was all me. The only thing she did was deal the killing blow - putting the toolbox on the pedal and sending her rolling off towards that mountain back there. @Honoka Kosakatua? I just thought putting her in the ground would hit the big guy where it hurts, being her father and all. But I guess I thought too much of him, didn't I?

'Course, I couldn't have her getting in the way either. What, let her figure out a way to banish him back to being a voice at the back of our heads? Like that's done any good so far. A useless half-measure.



But Lynne... that wasn't supposed to happen. This whole time... it was supposed to be Akira. This whole time, I never wanted to get her involved. She was good, she didn't deserve anything like that. I fought to, if nothing else, get an established killer offed... Guess that was a useless half-measure too, huh? If I knew what I knew now, I'd put myself in her place.



As for the other two... Hey, maybe you've guessed it by now, but I was Marisa's accomplice in the whole @Deathborn thing too. Didn't expect @Momoyo Himemushi to go down with him, of course, but I'll call that a happy accident. Hah... no harm, no foul with that one. Like it or not, none of us would be here if not for these three monsters - and no matter what happens after this, I'm more than happy to see them rotting in the dirt if you ask me.

Don't get me wrong though... I didn't just walk around in broad daylight killin' people - or leading 'em into kills, I guess. What kinda plan would that be? Nah... I had another trick up my sleeve, a way to get around undetected, like some kinda ghost.

Maybe literally depending on what you believed.







Spencer Edwards?

Hah... like anyone's heard of that guy for over a hundred years now. The man in the cloak was always me, from the very first time he made his presence known. Hate to burst the conspiratorial bubble... but I've got no reason to keep wearing this stupid thing anyway. Couldn't tell you what this Stickman is though - that, at least, had nothing to do with me.

All it took was getting someone else to dress in this outfit and take a couple shots at me to convince everyone that I was the victim ... and it let me sneak around in peaceful silence while I worked towards my goal. Brought back memories of working in the Backstreets, getting into fights with someone every five minutes. Never lethally, of course... there wasn't anyone else here I wanted dead besides the three responsible for starting this sick game - and Atua himself.

...So there you have it. My chest of secrets unlocked, its contents laid bare to the world. I've got nothing else to hide, not anymore.

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I deceived you, I tricked everyone into chasing ghosts, executing innocents, all in the hopes of slaying a god at the end of it all. One way or another, we'd be stuck in this Killing Game. One way or another, we'd either die at Atua's hands, or die at those of the three masterminds. There was never any other option.

So go ahead. Unload all your hatred right onto me. Zalsarona can go ahead and tear through me like tissue paper when she breaks free - I deserve it after what happened to Lynne.



Target every attack at me, beat me to a pulp. Stab me, shoot me, stomp me into the curb like a street rat. Attempt on me once, attempt on me twice. Take out all your anger, all your pain. Accomplice for a guy and knock me over they head so they can drag me to the river and drown me.

Because I've got one more trick up my sleeve - and if everyone focuses their attacks on me and me alone... Then we might just be able to starve Atua of the last two kills he needs - 'cause like it or not, I'm not going anywhere. After all, I can't be killed at night, not with those three dead anyway.



What happens when everyone attacks a guy who can't die? A guy with no interest in making an attempt himself? Ha! I'd like to find out as much as you would, believe me.

How about we make a deal, huh? Meet me in the Saloon near the end of the night - right where it all began, and take your best shot. Use lethal force, crush me into a bloody mess - you'd better believe I'm ready for it. Avoid the limbs, of course - not gonna be much use when it comes to Atua if I'm missing an arm, right?

Anything else is fair game - and anyone who doesn't show up had better hope to high hell they're running pacifist, because at this point... they've chosen Atua's side if they decide to keep humoring his stupid game.



...Just don't try and gank me earlier, alright? I've still gotta find that code to the red basement... I might be a scumbag, but I haven't given up on that yet...

Hiii! I'm a new employee at the saloon! My name's Nanao Misaki



Huh...

What's happening here?

Huh...

What's happening here?

If only you knew how bad things really are.

So go ahead. Unload all your hatred right onto me. Zalsarona can go ahead and tear through me like tissue paper when she breaks free - I deserve it after what happened to Lynne.

Your words... your feelings and regrets... carry through the darkness.
They linger in the air, echoing throughout the endless void.


.....


The one they are meant for...


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Spoiler: Show

...IS NO LONGER ABLE TO HEAR YOU.

This post was last modified: Jun 1, 2025 at 5:49 AM by Morgan.

Spoiler: Show

The following is a recording owned by the Dojima Detective Agency. If you're BPI or Crimson Eye, piss off.
If otherwise, please contact our main office at your earliest convenience.

[MARIA] What do you mean "that number?"
[MORGAN] What else could I mean? This guy's been calling us for like, five days now. Just noise on the other end. Something about "Ah-tuah."
[MARIA] Have you tried to trace the call at all?
[MORGAN] I mean, yeah. Doesn't really stay on the line all that long. Usually they've hung up by now. Wanna run the tracer through it?
[MARIA] Couldn't hurt. Gimme a minute.

[The room fan goes on for about a minute. Pen clicking can be heard occasionally.]

[MARIA] ...Who's calling us from Arizona?
[MORGAN] I mean... not like we have an office out on the west coast yet. Any chance its an anomaly?
[MARIA] Strong odds. Do you figure Nancy would know about the thing they're screaming about over the phone?
[MORGAN] ...Probably. Could give her a call. One sec.

[A door opens and closes. Morgan's voice can't be made out from the other room. He seems to return about ten minutes later.]

[MORGAN] ...I'm gonna go ahead and call this an "ah shit" moment. I need a plane ticket. Zero in on where the call is coming from best you can, I'm going to the store to buy a travel pillow.
[MARIA] Bad news?
[MORGAN] The worst. Liturgic Deity, possible Killing Game.
[MARIA] It's not them, is it-!?
[MORGAN] No!- I mean, I don't... think so? Whatever, if you don't hear back from me in like, four days, send 23 to come collect my corpse.
[MARIA] Okay, fine... I'll send you the full details when I have them. Your flight leaves in 2 hours.
[MORGAN] Great, that means I'm off to... fuckin' Arizona. God damn it, they couldn't have picked somewhere colder??

Hours later, a man steps off a plane and then into a taxi, taking him deep into the Arizonan Desert...



Jesus, it's hot out here. This is Silver Junction, yeah? I'm from the Dojima Detective Agency. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I'm here on a house call about some kind of Liturgic God gone mad, anyone care to fill me in?

...Honestly, no idea what to say. Sounds like you guys have had a pretty rough time out here. Been there before, believe me.

No matter what happens, you all have to remember to stick together. I understand there might be lingering grudges, people you care about have died, but until the Game is over, you have to stick it out, and-



Hey I think I've met her before.

✰♪♡

Ooh, Nico likes this guy. Want to be assistant to the regional Nico in Bud Town, Mr. Dojima detective?

✰♪♡

Ooh, Nico likes this guy. Want to be assistant to the regional Nico in Bud Town, Mr. Dojima detective?

Uh, nah. Think I'm good.

BIRD

[the roland post]