forum V O T E / Psychological Thriller / Closed
Started by @WriteOutofTime
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@Becfromthedead group

(Yeah, it should be over little things until a big argument, in which they both basically insult each other’s honor and realize that maybe they need to do something, or maybe she tries to find another guard instead? Idk)

@Rvan group

(Maybe one of them trips the other on accident, but they think it's on purpose, and they start to get in a fight over it? I'm sorry, I'm kind of short on ideas rn)
(Also, for the rp, should they be forced to vote soon? I don't think much is going on rn…)

@WriteOutofTime

(Yeah, i think a countdown)

Suddenly the TV screen lit up. Ten minutes. They had ten minutes to vote. "Listen, we need to decide now," Enzo said, pointing to the screen. "We have ten minutes left."

@Rvan group

John's jaw nearly fell open. Ten minutes. Shoot, He thought to himself. He might die if the vote was twisted, "We need to vote now? Gosh…” John muttered to himself, cold draining from his face. Someone would die.

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(Wait what will happen if they vote themselves?)

@WriteOutofTime

(no. the one person with the most votes die. meaning, if no one has the most votes, its a tie and the vote will be repeated the next day.)

Deleted user

(Oh so basically no one is going to die and we have to repeat the process all over again.)

@WriteOutofTime

Enzo stood suddenly, ruffling Lixi's hair one more time before heading towards the booth. "I'm going to vote," he declared. "For myself, like I said. I would appreciate if you all did the same thing." His heart was pounding but he tried not to let it show.

@Becfromthedead group

Xander nodded. “I should go ahead and cast my vote, too,” he said, “And please, if the rest of you have any sense of humanity, you’ll do the same. If… if it just causes another vote to happen, at least it’ll give us more time to think our way out.”

@WriteOutofTime

Enzo nodded seriously. He headed into the voting booth, taking a deep breath. The door automatically locked behind him. A screen lit up in front of him. "Vote by either typing the name on the keyboard, or saying the name into the microphone," the screen said. A list of names appeared next. Enzo typed in a name and hit the enter key. The door opened and he stepped out, his face grave.