Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-26288702-20171031145815

(S9/Funhouse) Armata moves to a dark corner and melds into the darkness, his glowing eyes are the last part of his physical body visible before he disappears completely, as if he were an apparition. Soon fog and dark red mist begin to accumulate in the funhouse. It seeps in from ever dark corner, room and vent. Soon visibility was nearly gone.

"You children have no idea whom you taunt." Armata's echoes throughout the funhouse from all directions, impossible to tell for sure where it originates from. "Personally I will feel no sense of pride for punishing you all, it is an adults job to discipline unruly children like yourselves. Noooo I prefer much larger, more developed and stronger game. But you will do as my first string of points... One chance. I give you one chance to surrender and quit the Hunt, before I systematically tack each of you down. I feel such pity for the last one of you to fall. It will be such torture listening to your friend's screaming."