Game Over

The Game Begins...

"WELCOME TO THE GAMES"

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A voice boomed from the sky. Azula blinked her eyes open and noticed something strange. Her skin was red and her legs looked...cylindrical. There were other people around, but they weren't people. They were poorly drawn, minimalist astronauts. And yet, she could tell that they were people. One of the blobs had red hair and a black tee shirt...Hayley???

"ONE OF YOU IS AN IMPOSTER..."

"THEIR IDENTITY IS UNKNOWN EVEN TO THE IMPOSTER THEMSELVES"

"THE IMPOSTER WAS CHOSEN FOR THE NEED TO ATONE FOR PAST SINS"

"CREWMATES WILL COMPLETE TASKS TO RETURN HOME TO THEIR BODIES"

"THE IMPOSTER CAN RETURN HOME TO THEIR BODY IF THEY MURDER ALL THE CREWMATES"

"CREWMATES MAY CALL MEETINGS IF THEY COME ACROSS A CORPSE OF A FORMER CREWMATE"

"SUSPECT CREWMATES MAY BE EJECTED FROM THE SHIP DURING MEETINGS"

"IF THE IMPOSTER IS EJECTED, THE CREWMATES RETURN TO THEIR BODIES"

"IF YOU ARE MURDERED OR EJECTED, YOU WILL NOT RETURN TO YOUR BODY"

"DIE IN THE GAME, DIE IN REAL LIFE"

"DON'T WORRY IMPOSTER: YOU DO NOT NEED TO TRY TO KILL"

"YOUR SINS WILL APPEAR SOON ENOUGH"

"..."

"TRY TO STAY ALIVE"

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"Real life!" someone yelled. "Real life!? Where is my body?! Why am I pink!?"

Azula looked around, panicked. She ran over to the red headed astronaut. "Hayley," she asked, "Is that you?"

"Azula?" The red headed astronaut gripped her arm and looked into her eyes-err, bubble. "I'm so glad to find you. What in the HELL is happening?"

"I'm not sure, but I know we can make it out if we work together." Azula ran to the center of the cafeteria and looked at the tasks they needed to do. She was prepared to do some Saw stuff, but they were pretty normal tasks. Clean the vents, fuel the ship, remove debris. "Okay everyone!" Azula said this as she stepped onto the table. "You!" She pointed to a green astronaut with a plant on his head. "You align the guns. And you!" She points to another brightly colored clipart jpg lookin mofo. "Fix the wires, and YOU IN THE BACK!" This assigning of tasks continued until everyone had three or four tasks to complete. With the task lists divided out, everyone split off and went to work.

Things seemed to be going well so far. Azula and Hayley were doing their tasks. They didn't come across any bodies, which was the most they could ask for. All Azula could think was to do the tasks and get back to Ty Lee as fast as she could.

Azula had to pour gas into a can in order to fuel the ship. She left Hayley's side, can in hand. An astronaut in an orange suit was trying to flip a switch on the wall, but didn't seem to have the strength. "Need a hand?" asked Azula. The orange astronaut nodded their head. Azula puts her hand on the lever and tried to pull down, but it still won't budge. She looked to Orange as she was trying to help them fulfill their goals, and felt a twinge. A twinge of what though? Familiarity? Nostalgia? Déjà vu? And then she felt it. The drowsiness. The overwhelming weight. Azula was falling asleep.