[The text portion is repeated several times, in English, Japanese, German, Russian, Latin, French and Greek.]

if we can't talk let's draw, that guy had the right idea

[Immediately after this thread, Waver types up a text entry on the network. He doesn't really think about what he's saying, he just needs to warn as many people as possible.]


I assume most people here read this. This is important. Ryuunosuke Uryuu is from my world, and he's said he doesn't see a point in doing the same here, but nonetheless, I think everyone should be aware of any potential danger. If I said nothing and something happened...I would be partially to blame.

He was a serial killer - children, mostly.

[Even still the memory is terrible, and his hands shake as he types.]

I found where he kept the bodies. He calls it 'art'. I can't imagine anything worse than that scene. They didn't even look human anymore.

Just be careful. He seemed nice enough. That's the worst part.




Edit -

It was noted I should describe him rather than only give a name. He's tall, maybe 5'8", orange-brown hair, he has piercings in his ears, and his personality seemed to be helpful and amicable to me.


[that's only particularly tall to Waver...]

[When Bernkastel's voice comes on, it sounds slightly cracked and laced with faint anger.]

As many times as I may have brutally died in the past, I submit my vote for this being the most ridiculous and stupidly painful. I genuinely thought I had grown used to it. Apparently not. [A snort of laughter. She actually doesn't sound amused, for once.] The sleep paralysis contributes to the level of annoyance. 

You know who you are, boy. Whenever I find you, I'm going to rip you apart piece by piece with my bare hands.

The world is destroyed, huh...

[ Battler is seen pacing around, a frown on his face before he grins ]

... Tch. Sorry, but I don't buy it one bit! They'd have to try a lo~ot harder than whatever they did to destroy where I'm from before they damaged it even a bit! If this is some kind of weird prank, then... well... I've been through a ton of screw up stuff, and this is nothing compared to what Beato or the other witches have put me through.

... Still. Don't tell me that with everyone here-- They've gotten the same letter. A joke gets pretty repetitive if its been told a ton of times, doesn't it?

But sure, I'll stick around for a little while. It's been a long time since I've played as an opponent in a Gameboard. Let's get the show on the road! I don't have all the time in the world to just play around with some monsters. I've got one last story I need to weave. So, I'll play around for a little while and get back to my own fragment. A Gamemaster should bargain with their opponent, or even pieces a little, shouldn't they?

[He's a little curious about something, actually. This place intrigues him quite a bit, what with the monsters and even the wonderful morgue with the dead bodies-.... ah, that murderous urge of his rises every so often, but he manages to keep it down by killing monsters here and there.

In any case.]

Heehh.... How splendid it is to see all the little insects crawling around in here.... the lot of you- do you truly understand how fragile you are? Life can be taken away so easily... hehahaha....!

I wonder, I wonder.... besides the monsters that are here, has anyone taken the life of another? And by that I mean- a person, maybe someone close to you? Maybe someone in this tower you had just met....?

Don't be too shy now.