Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

A Peculiar Ski Lodge...

Welcome to!!! Well, the small place. That's what we call it here.

Of course, we're still in the rudimentary stages of production at the moment, so please remain patient as we continue to adapt and improve, and please don't hesitate to notify us if you spot any problems with the system! You will be receiving your assigned companion shortly, and by then will be tasked with a compatible mission.

A few moments pass as you stand, mulling over the robotic voice's words from much earlier. Suddenly, the grey walls of the cylindrical capsule slide apart seamlessly, a dull bluish light spilling into the ever-widening gap until the entire structure disappears, all without so much as a single whir. It's almost eerie how these things work nowadays.

Thank you for your patience! Another cheerful robot's voice chirps. Your companion will be stationed at your control panel; please proceed in order to accept your mission.

You step forward, each click of your heel reverberating against the pristine modern looking interior. It gives off such a cold and empty impression. When you finally reach the opposite side of the room, you lower yourself into a (modified) office chair. As soon as you are fully seated, the unnaturally white lights flick off, leaving you alone in the dark with only the faint blue glow of a pseudo-screen.

<Welcome, esteemed Host>

The words scrawl themselves upon the screen. You tap one of many buttons on the screen. Very well, here is your mission.

The choppy words cease again, yielding to more print.

<The mission requires for you to fulfil the wishes of the Initial upon the incident that resulted in death. >

<You will be provided with the following information on each of the instigators:

Name: (may be alias, may have multiple)

Pronouns:

Appearance: (may be unknown)

Worst personality trait(s):

Best personality trait(s):

Peculiar skills: (may be vague)

Packing list:

Optimism: (on a scale of 1 to 10)

Other: (may not be any additional information)>

The slightest of smiles plays over your features as you drum your fingers against the armrest of your chair.

"How very interesting."

And hence, the game begins.