Day One
A year has passed, and the Screm Pit has returned, mysteriously as always. Reports have come in of Chicoons curiously dissapearing, their last sighting being around the location of the Srem Pit. There has been a curfew put in place and Chicoons are not to leave their residences past 9pm unless they're in a group of 3 or more to go stargazing. At Midnight each night, a symphonious cacophony of high-pitched screams echo through the snowy expanse.
Midnight comes and you are laying in your bed when you hear the harmony of screams. Something pulls you towards the Pit. You leave your home and brace the cold, dark, winter night to approach the chasm. As you reach the precipice, the screams fade and it is only you and the looming, all-encompassing abyss.
Scream into the Pit.
Your Participating Chicoon can change at any time during this booth, there is no need to keep a consistent Participant.
A year has passed, and the Screm Pit has returned, mysteriously as always. Reports have come in of Chicoons curiously dissapearing, their last sighting being around the location of the Srem Pit. There has been a curfew put in place and Chicoons are not to leave their residences past 9pm unless they're in a group of 3 or more to go stargazing. At Midnight each night, a symphonious cacophony of high-pitched screams echo through the snowy expanse.
Midnight comes and you are laying in your bed when you hear the harmony of screams. Something pulls you towards the Pit. You leave your home and brace the cold, dark, winter night to approach the chasm. As you reach the precipice, the screams fade and it is only you and the looming, all-encompassing abyss.
Scream into the Pit.
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Your Participating Chicoon can change at any time during this booth, there is no need to keep a consistent Participant.
