[NOT A RP READ CREDITS] So technically the story is about an old hospital hotel opening by government orders. The hospital was supposed to help people who had [oofing] thoughts and wanted to um- you know cut the string. The government said “if you can help them then you get paid. If they die, you still get paid.” It didn’t matter if the people there died or were rehabilitated because either way, the government and police wouldn’t have to deal with them. Years later when the no alcohol law became a thing, the hotel became more popular but for a different reason. The hospital was more of a hotel than a hospital. The hospital part of it was never spread around it was more of a core memory to those who need it. Already seen it before. But the only things being spread around were gambling games, all you can drink events, shows, things the public like to see and things that can get the workers there a quick buck with unexpected consequences and [oofs]. The owner William Burton, passed away around 1916-1918 from a heart attack in his office which he purposely looked the door too. Michael Burton, his son, became the new owner when WWI ended. He invited the military soldiers to stay there as a welcoming gesture from there long and Cold War. Next day over 180 soldiers were found [deeeod] at the hospital and 10 stuck in asylums. Cause of that Micheal and his workers got a huge paycheck. See where I’m getting at? And the best thing about this, police can’t arrest you if you kill a person there or if a person kills themselves. Will timeskip to two years later and this guy runs in for shelter after being caught by police for stealing three bottles of [silly juuiiiccceee] and the police never found him. Cause if that, he got to meet a couple of people there who had all sorts of weird symptoms and problems. They all get an envelope saying something like “your being invited to play a game with six other people (not including you)! Now here’s the catch, last person to stand alive, gets a huge reward with money and [juice]! Now here comes the fun part, someone here will be murdered. Which means someone playing is a murderer! But who’s the murder? Let’s find out!” Now this triggers everyone and their all scared and agree to not to do anything until later on, someone [yeahhh uhhhhh hey look ketchup with fries] and they all panic. So tell me, can you figure it out? Let’s find out -AnkleBiter
Marie Cooke: Age 18 Female Works as a bartender/maid She worked several hard shifts and had threatened the owner when he refused to give her a raise
