welcome to mayfield: day 3

[mayfield_mods]

[Those who wake up in the town on the third day will soon notice that something's definitely off. The cracks in the sky are appearing more frequently and lasting for minutes at a time, and there's a strange white fog drifting over the clouds.

For those who've just arrived, welcome to our new little town! We're sure you're glad to see your missing friends again; nothing to worry about here, they've just been too busy enjoying the upgraded carnival to go back home. Any bleeding limbs or serious wounds you may spot are obviously just a sign of how much fun they've been having.]

OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.

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[condescent]

[dryly, because what is being sensitive.] Frankly, it's a fine testament to the human will and body that you aren't.

But unfortunately for you, I'm no healer, and I doubt I'll be able to find one in time before you bleed out. If you have any last requests though before the town hopefully resurrects you later, now would be the time to say them.

[spellbent]

[ It's more a testament to his wards than anything, but whatever. He laughs, though it quickly turns into a cringe.

His gaze flicks to the gun ]

I should've known better... than... than to try to survive this.

I'm done.

... Put me out of my misery.

[condescent]

[A short nod. Joshua doesn't bother with dispensing any emotional pleasantries - he simply takes the gun, places it against Warren's forehead, and pulls the trigger.

Bang.]

[spellbent]

[ Warren has to appreciate that. He's not one to dish out mercy kills himself, but he's glad for Joshua's no-nonsense approach.

His head snaps back violently, and then he goes quite still.

Joshua is, of course, welcome to Warren's things. He has no use for them any more. There's some spare ammo for the gun in one of his jacket pockets. ]