The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG

"So, what are you over here planning?" Kimberly asked after I had been sitting at the bar by myself for half an hour, piecing together a theory.

"Who says I'm planning anything?" I responded. "I'm just hanging out at the Speakeasy, like the rest of you, tying one on."

"Your status on the red wallpaper says planning," she said.

"Oh, right," I said. Who even remembered that that was one of the statuses? Maybe since I was always the one planning, I never saw it on other players.

"I remember it because it's always good to see the high-Savvy people planning things. Makes me feel safer. I assume you're thinking about the prophecy we got from Madam Celia or the baby doll. Did you figure it out?"

Ah, yes, the fortune.

Your friends have all fallen, some here, some there;

'Til they have risen, you've no friends to spare.

"You know that is what's on my mind," I said. "But here’s the thing—I don’t think it’s a prophecy. I don’t think it’s a fortune, and I don’t think it’s a warning."

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