>>1263983
>> WHATS IN THE BOX?

>>1263983
> WHAT'S IN THE BOX
I hope it's refreshing.

>>1263983
>WHATS IN THE BOX?

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Taking a swing out of a flask you securely secured in a secure inside pocket on your person, you resist the urge to make a Se7en reference when you ask, "What's in the box Jess?"

Her big brown eyes are sad, she looks like she can't stomach saying this and fidgets like a schoolgirl, "Roight. Down in sec, we got this thing. A D-box. An' look. It's Val's."

"Susan." You contradict.

"Wotever." She waves it away, "D-boxes are like last wills. She left her to you." With that Jess awkwardly picks up the box, small cardboard and sealed with electrical tape. It's remarkably unimpressive aside from the fact it is black.

Reverentally you reach out and claim it, your hands shaking a little. Jess notices and smiles sadly, "It don't get easier luv." She sagely offers.

"Thanks. But all the sayings sound trite as fuck I've heard them so many times."

"They do don' they?" She begins walking away. "See ya next year hun." She says as she sashays away.

> Your promotion

> Take box to safe place to listen

> Hey Jess, did she actually die well?

> Write-In

>>1264124
>Your promotion
I assume we'll listen anyways

>>1264124
> your promotion
Better let her get shit sorted out before she fucks off.

>>1264124
>> Your promotion

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"Hey Jess. One more thing." You pipe up causing her to half turn and lean on the door frame. "With everything that's happened your now ranking Security. So-"

> You're now Eagle One (Matt's Job)

> You're now Head of Security (Sue's Job)

> You're now my sex slave, the most desirable job in the org.

> Write-In

>>1264259

Wait, who the hell is Matt?

>>1264259
>You're now Eagle One (Matt's Job)
>> You're now my sex slave, the most desirable job in the org.

>>1264259
>You're now Head of Security (Sue's Job)

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>>1264306

Our recon guy. He tells us when the sacrifices are moving and when they meet up with the foreboding stranger. Which I cannot recall the name of.

Gone too soon Matt T-T

>>1264259
> head of security
Although we are going to be hiring soon so if your not feeling up to it you can look into a replacement.

>>1264259
>You're now Head of Security (Sue's Job)

>>1264352
Thanks for the reminder

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"Congratulations. You're the head of security. Duties will include hiring, firing, defending control, hunting down any breakouts and enjoying my company during the ritual." She's absolutely flabergasted so you add, "Staring at my ass is encouraged and welcomed."

"Christ. I'm honnered sir." Is her response.

"You won't thank me once you realise how many regs you need to memorise."

"Just wish it'd been better circumstances." She mutters.

"See you next year Jess." You say with a tilt of your head.

"Yeh boss. Cya." She replies still have blown away.

"Now then. I have a date with a box."

> Open Sue's D-Box.

> Write-In

>>1264636
>Open Sue's D-Box.
WHATS IN THE BOX?

>>1264636
>Open Sue's D-Box.

>>1264636

Open Sue's D-Box

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You drag your way back down to the stables, ignoring the neighbours and the racket as you walk slowly to your new home. The site is in power saving mode, so a lot of the big super powerful lights have been replaced with spots. It's strange being here at this point, usually you're jetting off to.

You stop and stare at the name on the box before you even recall the memories of her, Valentina Santiago the woman you loved but never knew.

Pulling out your little electric doohickey, the cubes all begin spinning and moving into place, with the large see through cubes of monstrosities scream obscenities in a hundred different tongues at you as your new work adjacent apartment living space opens for you.

The Director has put up a poster of Alien. Funny.

The black box awaits on your lap. The cardboard is about as intimidating as a sword pressed squarely against your throat - not that it could do much to cut out the thick lump housed there. With your now useless car key, you begin sawing at the electrical tape in a truly herculean adventure of maniliness that strains your wrist more than you ever did as a teen.

The box contains photos, mostly taken from cell phone; that you really don't remember them is largely unsurprising considering how even your alcohol tolerance couldn't hold up to both of your hedonistic partying. More surprising is the little keepsakes; the first flower you bought her is pressed and laminated. The tickets to your showing of Hateful Eight punched and made into a keyring.

It's staggering, but not as surprising as a tape recorder. Old style, stolen from your home. Words fail you.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ja1rxzifv9I

Your fingers stumble like a virgin with his girlfriend's bra, but eventually you hit play.

Like a voice from heaven, you hear Susan and bite your hand in a failed attempt to hod back your tears; "James. If you're hearing me now.... well the worst has happened. I'm dead." She states the fact flat and matter of factly, an acceptance that honestly you can't believe. "We'll get the emotions out the way now... I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but..."

You hear Sue take a deep breath in to steel herself, for the first tie you're seeing or hearing her vulnerable, "My birth name is Valentina Santiago, el Demonio Blanco, The White Devil. The Director asked me to put on a friendlier face than the bloodiest Mercenary on the planet... so I lied. Thinking now, I feel more like Susan than Val... so I'm happy that to you I will always be Susan. But most of all, I want to say that I love you."

You bite your lip hard and pace around your cell as Susan pauses in what you imagine the same state you are right now, "My time in this job, has been amazing. I have went from a killer, to a security officer. One of the people I called bitches and Coños." She giggles and your heart flutters, the audio is so perfect it almost feels like she's here, "But the three years we have shared James. With you, Henson. The others..." she clears her throat, "I felt like a person again. I hope you live a long and happy life James. I hope I'll be watching over it." The tape begins playing David Bowie. Much to your chagrin. Susan had to get one over on you again by forcing you to listen to the Goblin King's crooning.

"For the important informaiton James. Skip to the amount of times I beat you at poker." Susan blurts out in the middle of the song.

Frantically you hammer the next track button. Until you stop at seven. A lucky number, perhaps a good omen for you.

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"I don't have to tell you there is a huge conspiracy against this organization. I do not need to tell you the goal is to disrupt the ritual and end humanity." Sue coldly states. "I was a part of this group." Again she's totally emotionless as she takes a shotgun to your heart and soul, "The group does not exist as a collective. There is one mastermind, but nobody meets him or her, instead dealing with proxies and cutouts so extensive that all of my contacts in the field of espionage got me no leads."

You drop the recorder, still playing it's horrible revelations like some demon spitting poison to what little faifth in others you had carefully maintained, "They are powerful. More powerful than the Org I would wager. They offer you your dream, not the one you tell people. But the dark one that you keep to yourself at night and hope for in the blackest part of your soul." she continues her prepared speech, "For the lives of ten men, ten men who ruined my country, each older than my father; I happily sold the world." She sighs, "Superfluous information but I hope you understand. Back to intel - the traitors rarely know of one another; I have no doubt the org is riddled with them, but I only know of one other: Gray."

You punch the wall, your knuckles bruising at the impact as you continue hammering away your anger and frustration; venting your anger in a way that still allows you to focus on the crucial informaiton your deceased traitorous beloved is imparting. "Our objectives aligned this year. My orders in their entirety - Year 1, mingle with and grow close to the control room. Especially directing agent. Year 2 - Secure access to intelligence server via backdoor creation USB dead dropped at your locker. Year 3 - poison Matt Phillips with chemical GH60 fortnight before ritual. Use his security to gain acess to and kill Human Artifical Intelligence stand in." She again makes it clear she is reading from the sheet, "I was ordered to shoot her. But instead I simply used half a dose for Matt ahead of schedule and introduced the other half dose to her tank fluid. Even if circumstances had not forced me to rescue her from my own assasination attempt - she would have only been in a coma." This fact is presented as if it clears her of wrongdoing, but the bloody smears you're leaving on the cell and your monsoon of emotion aren't really feeling accomodating."The rest of this message is speculation."She prefaces,"For this year, there was talk of an agent doing a lot of digging. But no machinery was brought on site. Gray mentioned Demo wouldn't be an issue when we conversed about concerns for him completing his objective which I did not know beyond that he needed Matt's ID once I had taken care of Cassie." She sighs, "Chem could have gassed everyone. Maintenance may be horribly compromised if machinery was brought in without me noticing. Intel may still have a few." CONT

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"I doubt little Miss Japan had very strict cross checking even with Jerry's advice." She sighs, "This speculation is really me dragging this out James. This tape is a scary thing for me." She admits,"It's admitting I might fail, it's going ahead with the second thoughts I had about this plan and even with the sneaky way I've created it there's no guarentee that a traitor metahuman isn't checking up on me twenty four seven." She begins to cry a little, you hear it in her tone as she bids you farewell. "I love you James. Don't trust anyone. Not even the fucking Director you hear?" She laughs, "I said you have the world on your soulders?? Now you really fuckin' do James." She laughs hysterically and you can practically feel her wracking with sobs behind you as you lean on the wall, smearing your own blood on your face as you cry into it softly.

"Track 8 is my way of reminding you, to take it easy. A treat just for you James. Goodbye." She finishes her intel briefing. Track seven ends, track 8 begins with familiar guitar chords... she recorded you, your duet even though she hates the song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-4ZwiW1cPs

> You hate her now

> You don't know what to feel

> You love her so much

> Write-In

>>1265089
>> You hate her now
>> You don't know what to feel
>> You love her so much

After this he'd have no idea what to feel.

Time to do snooping and reviewing of tapes.

We have a whole year down here. Best get started.

>>1265089
> You love her so much

One of the only things I liked about the Prequels is that I actually felt Anakin gave a shit. Following that, James cares a lot about Susan.

This box is a sign she was loyal to us; if she was still a rank-and-file traitor this would be a love letter designed to make us hate the Org. Instead, this proves that she wanted us to continue saving the world, at least in some part of her heart.

But James has a lot of time for feelings.

>>1265089
>> You hate her now
>> You love her so much
>> Write in
James' conflicting feelings about Susan make it incredibly difficult to put a pin on how he feels about everyone on the team; he doesn't hate them, which contrasts his incredible mistrust and paranoia.

IS THERE A PURPOSE TO LIFE BUT SUFFERING??????

>>1265089
>You don't know what to feel
Ah, yeah. We can review the security tapes of that drop she mentioned and see who left it there. Also, wtf is wrong with people. This is our only world :(

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Welcome to the twist planned from the start.

Glad it's hitting home. I was worried.

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>>1265172

Once we wrap up wrap up this thread including the lewd request. I can talk about how things might have gone another way.

>>1265189
Like how we would have found out if there wasn't a troll in the dungeon?

Or how we could have cause a different outcome entirely?

>>1265148
To be fair, it wouldn't have been half as effective if she were still alive.

Good job, though,

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Mrs Robinson finishes with a lot of cracks in Sue's voice... but you can't bring yourself to do anything but stand transfixed on your surroundings. The monsters in the distance so full of rage and piss and vinegar; the blood smeared plastic glass surface, the crappy single bed, the alien poster, the box of lovingly assembled memories and this. Your last memento of Susan.

Quite honestly, numb is what you're feeling. Emotionally drained. Beaten Down. Weathered. Exhausted. Defeated. Weary. Broken. Apathetic.

Like, you loved her.

But she betrayed you.

But she betrayed the traitors.

But she killed Matt and almost killed Cassie.

But she made a deal with the devil.

She wasn't perfect. But she was your angel.

Flopping down on the bed, you try to muster up any reserves of energy and determinaiton you might have, fuel that fiery forge of Fucking Henderson that you always have in your reach. But the fire's cold. There's nothing there, the desire to do something slips through your grasp like smoke, the search for drive is like catching fog with a butterfly net.

Sleep.

That's what you need to forget this day of, Xenomorphs, Loss, Infestation, Murder, Sacrifice, Grieving, Terror, Betrayal, Mourning, Celebration, Revelations.

Shutting your eyes is the easy part.

Shutting off your brain.

That takes some doing.

during the year you

> Used the shooting range and security department, you could probably beat Sue 1/10 now

> Studied the stable and mythology, workman needs to know his tools

> Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped

> Learned the art of the explosion

> Write-In

One other vote before lewd vote after we lock this in.

>>1265271
>> Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped

>> Write-In
Spent time with our friend preddie.

At least we know he wont betray us. If he wants to kill us he'd stalk us openly and proudly.

>>1265271
>>> Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped
>>> Write-In
>Spent time with our friend preddie.
>At least we know he wont betray us. If he wants to kill us he'd stalk us openly and proudly.
Maybe some martial arts so that we can defend ourselves if we have to.

>>1265271
>Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped

Everything else we've got people for and even with everything we do hire experts for the job, this is the one we have to do ourselves

>>1265271
>Write-In
>Worked on reading people. You expect you'll be able to tell pretty easily what the survivors are thinking or feeling most of the time now. Of course, this also applies to the people around you.
A somewhat more focused approach to Intel.

>>1265271
>> Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped
We're going to know so much about our monsters we could run the ritual solo if need be. This is the only way to prevent espionage, as well as mitigating more troll in the dungeon type situations.

>>1265271
>Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped
I'm not sure how many we are supposed to choose but
> Studied the stable and mythology, workman needs to know his tools
Getting to know the new neighbours is surely a great idea.

>>> Studied the tapes and intel backlog. The traitors must be stopped
>>> Write-In
>Spent time with our friend preddie.

A fun write-in for next year would be seeing if we can develop our supernatural-attraction in to some measure of control, like with meta-pheromones or something.

That'll be why we're a credible Director Monster later on; we'll be directing another monster /in the field/.

We should start calling the predator freddie.

freddie, preddie

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You walk the path of information.

You have established a social link with "Freddie" you will now be blessed when using personas of the Predator Arcana.

New post in a sec.

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>>1265358

Your eyes open to unexpected warmth as a hand runs up your leg and a naked form crawls on top of yours. Your body is quick to react, the act of making yourself ready has long been a reflex no matter how surprised you are when someone intiates.

who came to see you

> Cassie

> Maxie

> Jess BAD END

> Betty Boom

> Write-In

>>1265423
>Cassie
Seems like the least explosive of the options

>>1265423
>> Jess BAD END

>>1265423
>> Maxie
SEX WITH THE YOUNG

>>1265423
>Maxie

>>1265423
>Maxie
Yusss!

But why is Jess bad end?

>>1265423
>> Maxie

I really want to vote Cass, but I can't resist the nerdbait. Especially if this is the lewdvote.

>>1265423
>Cassie
>Maxie
Wait, I change my vote to Cassie bringing Maxie along.

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"Senpai...." She mutters as her soft skin presses against your chest. Sizeable breasts push against your muscles as her mouth finds it's way up to yours.

"Susan?" You sleepily mutter. feeling her go stiff against you. The wet sensation at your grown doesn't sotp by this sudden fear however, instead you feel it only increase in intensity.

"Tonight I will be..." She purrs as she positions herself on top of you, "Just this once."

It is then your mind clears enough to realise what;s about to happen, but by the time Maxie pushes herself down and moans your name in a breath of ecstacy you no longer care how much you're fucking up.

You're going to make a real woman out of Maxie tonight.

> James and Co. Will return in Ritual 4. Thank you all for sticking with me through the world's longest ritual. Q&A Feedback and discussion here twatter or discord. I'll post on twatter and discord when lewd is done.

GO!

>>1265438
Fuck it, changing my vote to
>Maxie
>Write in
In a fit of inspiraton, James calls in Cassie and Freddie. Shit's getting [D E G E N E R A T E]

>>1265505

too late friendo also Maxie share? HAHAHAHA no.

>>1265495
thanks for running star.

>>1265512
It was worth a shot u_u

Also, time for questions. How would we have been redpilled on the conspiracy if Susan hadn't died?

Not happy with that last post, but I'm fucking beat. Long day today and tomorrow.


In terms of how this could go differently:
Sue survives,
Susan would accompany director to make the "Fake Death" option. The Director would have cleared the air about the lies being on her command and not to hold it against Susan.

Assuming James fakes death, he and Sue have a tender moment - a kinda wedding. Before that moment she spills the beans about everything.

If Sue lives but James doesn't fake death. She continues reluctantly being a traitor and destroys the tape.

If Sue dies and Gray lives, he alters the tape to make out Sue was the only traitor; pulling the strings of James and using her pass to get away with everything.

> TFW you didn't get to do all the rad XEno hive scenes you had planned.

>>1265540
>>1265537

Just posted it above.

Something to ponder for all you guys.

"Reincarnation" is 110% a thing in This cabinverse. Going to write up the clues you get from the tapes.

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> There is at least one metahuman traitor
> There is at least one psychic or magical traitor
> Incorrect or missing Personnel reports suggest traitor in intel
> Maintenance sabotage being constantly repaired suggests extensive infiltration of maintenance being matched by loyalists
> Dead Drop for Sue was dropped by someone wearing a Chem "Guest" Hazmat suit. Gender unknown less than 6ft tall
> Bomb provided to Hunter team DID have 10 second fuse instead of 30
> Gray used passes of Matt Phillips and Stable operator Alex Mitchell to release Xenos
> Loud noises in the month leading up to Xeno release, no suspicious activity on cams or change in onsite personnel
> Catering Staff have had two casualties from bullet wounds
> One traitor was in each squad on Outbreak day. Friendly Fire caused siz deaths
> Chem seems 100% Loyal
> The Predator's scan picked up on eight psychics on site not including you. There should have been six with you included.

>>1265598

Shit so we've got at least 3 psykers we're not aware of period?

>>1265598

fucking hell.

>>1265598
Oh goddamn it. Betty Boom confirmed conspirator.

I'll take on last question before I go to sleep. I need to be up soon.

>>1265640
Does reincarnation work universally or only forward in time?

>>1265640
Do you really expect us to get through all five rituals?

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>>1265650

You've got to have been a dude to come back as a dude or dudette. You will look exactly the same as past you though.

The thing is,remember that in cabin land; myths, books, films, the monsters are subconscious recreations of monsters that did exist pre-prehistory. So the actors who fight them... well who's to say that only the monsters are recycled.

>>1265662
I expect by skin of your teeth. The players are becoming more efficient. If you take out of account the split narrative and my IRL stuff this would have been the shortest ritual ever but still got T&A bonus.

Goodnight all

>>1265680

We got maxi raped

>Write-in option allowed
>Nobody chose THE DIRECTOR
>James will never experience the MOST INTENSE of all possible FEARBONERS
Missed opportunity, guys.

>>1267538

More like Nakedly laid on top of. Thought it was pretty clear James hesitated and then thought "Fuck it" due to the whole, got nothing to lose thing.

>>1271899
If it isn't obvious that would BAD END let me say, that would BAD END. But you would get some setting info and a humorous put down before being put into early retirement in the stables.

>>1264352
[Spoiler]Harbinger, I think