Accusations fly as more and more parents come to understand the situation. Some blame their neighbors. Some blame the Ancients. Some simply blame the gods (though one god in particular did come up with this game).
Anger leads to desperation, and soon panicked parents are breaking down doors all over the city, searching anywhere they can. The crowd, soon to become a mob, breaks into every inn, store, and warehouse they can find...anyplace big enough that they might find their missing children there. But none have any success, and desperation is quickly building towards the brink of violence.
Meanwhile, Trinket shushes the crying children in the tunnels. "Shh, don't be scared. It's just a game? Some of you might die, but not all of you. Probably."
For some reason, her words just make the children cry more. They cling to each other in fear. Some start moving towards the tunnels, but with no light, they soon return to the group. They don't want to play this game anymore. But Trinket can't let the game stop now. She has to see who wins.
The tide slowly starts to come in, the water lapping around the childrens' ankles.
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Panic continues to build in the streets. The children continue to cry. No one is close to winning the game. It's your turn to play.
(No post order.)
Anger leads to desperation, and soon panicked parents are breaking down doors all over the city, searching anywhere they can. The crowd, soon to become a mob, breaks into every inn, store, and warehouse they can find...anyplace big enough that they might find their missing children there. But none have any success, and desperation is quickly building towards the brink of violence.
Meanwhile, Trinket shushes the crying children in the tunnels. "Shh, don't be scared. It's just a game? Some of you might die, but not all of you. Probably."
For some reason, her words just make the children cry more. They cling to each other in fear. Some start moving towards the tunnels, but with no light, they soon return to the group. They don't want to play this game anymore. But Trinket can't let the game stop now. She has to see who wins.
The tide slowly starts to come in, the water lapping around the childrens' ankles.
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Panic continues to build in the streets. The children continue to cry. No one is close to winning the game. It's your turn to play.
(No post order.)
