/cgl/ - Cosplay & EGL

Day 3 of Toko. All grass has died, leaving behind a desert peppered with steaming tents and the withering corpses of the inebriated. Water is but a memory- some say Ops has a secret stash, but none have the strength to raid it. The few surviving cosplayers desperately seek shade under overhanging flesh of the hambeasts who were able to persist with their inbuilt fluid storage alone. Myst watches from the storage shed, muttering into a radio which will receive no reply. His sanity did not survive the discovery of Snowking's dessicated corpse on the event field. In this harsh climate, the events team, who have long since abandoned clothing and human speech, hunt the weak from within the woods, hydrating themselves on the blood of the fallen. Save us.