"Christ, is that it? We were taken from, from /ksg/? It isn't even-"

"HAGH!"

Everyone turns and looks at the source of the noise. A stubby bald man just sliced another man's throat with a throwing star. His body drops, making a sick thud as he scrambles at his throat and the middle-aged man's loafers.

His last thought is of his situation.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

The bald man looks up, and charges Tall. Fortunately, he isn't able to hurt him too badly, just a small slice in his side. Tall picks the man up and tosses him to the door. He sprints over and kicks him against the frame repeatedly, before grabbing the sword out of the cold dead man and sticking it into the stubby man's head. His head jerks once, quickly, then slumps down, all functions stopped.

His last thought is failure.

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All is quiet.

Nobody speaks, nobody cries. But everybody is looking.

Everybody is suspicious.

Finally, Soldier speaks up. "Well, um, do you guys think that we-" A few pairs of eyes turn. "No, no, never mind."

Fatty lazily glances at his direction. "Out with it, I'm pretty sure this guy's having a bit of a breakdown."

True to his words, Tall seems to have been posed over the bald man's bled out body for a few minutes now. It appears he is just sitting there, mumbling.

Soldier gulps. "Well, we should introduce ourselves. You know, from /ksg/?"

Fatty blinks a few times. "Well okay, who're you?"

"I think he's PTSD."

This voice pipes up from the awkward and slightly shy man in the back.

Soldier's brow furrows. "Yeah, that's me. How'd you know?"

A blush appears. "I just remember you from the AX pictures."

PTSD's eyes widen before squinting in laughter. "Oh yeah! That was a while back, though. So, who is everybody?"

Fatty looks around and says something pretty ridiculous. "I'm RFM."

Everyone's attention's on him now. "What? But, you ran!"

Shrug. "I fell out of it. Got pretty lazy."

The girl speaks up. "Well, if everyone's introducing themselves, I'm HD."

...

Nobody says a thing.

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After mostly everyone is accounted for, PTSD turns to Tall. "Well guy, everyone else, except the dead people, is pretty much accounted for. Who are you?"

He doesn't look up from the body. "Kakodoyo."

PTSD's eyes shrink a bit. "Uh, okay."

A laugh from Kakodoyo. "Yeah, didn't really make much of an impact." He turns, and everyone can see he's been crying. "I mean for fuck's sake, for the year or so I was there I wrote maybe two stories?" He turns back to the body, and stands up. "She'd be ashamed of me."

He draws the sword out from the unknown's head, the blade making a wet 'shulck' as it brings a bit of his brain with it. "I might as well kill myself."

Before anyone can react he thrusts the sword into his chest, twisting it around and around, slicing up his lungs and stomach. Somebody cries out, and he falls.

His final thought is of regret, and happiness. He'd see her soon.

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The speechlessness everyone showed at the last death isn't able to stick around. Broken by the shy man, his eyes tear up, and he looks away. A few others do the same, a man who goes by Gill and HD included. It seems the man had a little bit left to live for anyway.

"Jesus, why are we here?"

A single question asked to the heavens, the spot beyond the ceiling and the clouds.

As if in answer, a small hole appears in the roof. Everyone's attention is drawn by a slit in the vaulted ceiling , and the small piece of paper that floats down.