ཐི༏ཋྀ ⋆.˚ MAKAR'S BURGH ⋆˙⟡

shame due to words that are nothing less than heartwarming to him. His entire being seems quite unable to process such feelings though, so he only hides away further behind his hands. “You are… truly something.”

he took an actual physical hit instead of just being hopelessly embarrassed. Indeed who would’ve thought that this spirit, once lonely, unwilling to speak to others, and devoid of even a hint of happiness remaining in him, would later end up finding new comfort and even regain the deep sense of

Much in spite of his words, prying further until you’d give a better answer, Sterre sinks into himself and covers his face with his hands. It’s almost like just your gaze can burn him and the only way to dodge is to limit his own sight. He quietly whines under his breath, so much so one could think

flowers, especially specifically the ones here, would keep you attached to life. Don’t you agree?”

Even Sterre seems quite unconvinced, especially with the way only withered flowers surround you currently. But a soft chuckle escapes him, nearly making even him forget that only moments ago he was crying like on the day he died. “You will have to be more direct with that. Nobody would believe that

With an exaggerated sigh Crettie abruptly stands up and lightly shoves you with her foot. “What made you so interested in the flowers all of a sudden?” She snorts and doesn’t even give you a chance to answer before she walks off towards the farmhouse. “I forgot something,” is the excuse she offers.

arm that allows not even her to touch it.

Sterre brushes his hair out of his face, then glances at you again with his brows furrowed. “What if it is a question from the Makar? It would practically require you to answer…” While he speaks, Crettie’s face darkens and she absentmindedly repeats the motion of pushing her hand through Sterre’s

another question. You have quite the interesting way of thinking, so what would keep somebody like you attached to life? You have said there was something after all. I... cannot help but be curious..."

thought he's ever had. In the end he still does turn back to Crettie to say, "Your eyes have changed. They used to be brown," which quickly results in her denying it and Sterre relaxing his painfully tensed up muscles. Again he turns back to you with his head tilted to the side. "I must ask you

to fool him into thinking it was somebody from the past. Eventually his eyes travel back to you and he weakly raises a hand to wipe his tears. "Are you telling me to spend my afterlife with Crettie because she kept me attached to life?" He lets out a breathy laugh as though it is the most ridiculous

Despite the remaining void her eyes, Crettie still gives you an apologetic look –– or at least what would count as apologetic with a face as uncanny as hers. She holds out a hand to Sterre with some semblance of a smile, although he does not take it and only stares at her like she was a being trying

remaining signs of life here. As nice as it would've been, nothing about your surroundings changes and you are left to stare at yet another corpse.

As quickly as he appeared, he simply keels over like a lifeless puppet. Indeed he is only human and has met his end at long last, but who simply keels over, face down flat on the ground, despite looking so lively mere moments ago? Silence envelops you once again, only confirming there are no

esteemed guest!" With his last bits of remaining strength, he gets up abruptly and bows to you like a theater actor after a play, just with much more extravagance and his bright eyes looking directly at you. "What a fabulous show you all put on! Thank you, dear guest, may we never meet again!"

are dead anyway? Unlike the original inhabitants, your soul will not stay here once an ending has been declared." Finally being forced to give in to his injury, the Makar coughs up his own blood, only his trembling arm holding him upright now. "I am certain you already have your answers. Think, my

The Makar sits up with an exaggerated groan and tilts his entire body to the side. "I understand your concern but must you make my demise so unbearable?" He waves his hand in a circular motion and squints like he's trying to think really hard on something. "Does it matter who comes after me if you

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As per the Makar's own words, depending on who gets out of this alive and with the most points, a different ending will be achieved.

To wrap everything up, there will be one final announcement tomorrow (hopefully a lot earlier than this one) and sometime later in the day I will reveal all roles.

A vengeful ghost has taken their revenge on @greenpoetry.bsky.social, haunting them until they went so insane they died of it.

#MAKARSBURGH
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ DAY 30 –– DUSK ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

We have arrived on the final day and this is now your final chance to right your wrongs, to take in that sweet taste of victory.

shatter some illusion and reveal it was all just a dream or hallucination in the end. The only thing that ends up coming out of his mouth with his voice cracking is, "Why... is this happening?"

to look more directly at you and Crettie. With one last glance at you he does eventually take the flowers, only for even more tears to come streaming down his face. Still the situation is beyond strange for him and his body leans more towards you than Crettie as though being too close to her would

already given me the flowers! And a horrible excuse for a headstone..." She still grins at the fact that there was anything at all, although she was previously too far gone in her delusions to notice somebody did once care to give her some sort of grave.
Meanwhile Sterre slowly adjusts his position

Sterre still remains in his paralyzed state, not even truly registering what is happening. Since he hasn't moved at all, Crettie simply whacks you over the head lightly at your remark and proceeds to hold out the flowers to Sterre despite his lack of response. "Is this not my grave? Then he has

A satisfied grin on his face, he spreads out his arms and continues to stare upward. "Before I go, I must thank you for all your efforts and your awe-inspiring performances! Much like with the last group, I can only be utterly elated! Although I too fear death, I may just pass on without regrets."

Should anybody who does not belong to any of these groups win, all survivors will be freed and be allowed to exit this burgh. However nobody will return to their original homes and instead stay in this world. Do not fret, there are still living people somewhere outside of the town's walls."

continue to exist, only to be handed over to somebody else who will take my place. Should the folks belonging to a kingdom win, all survivors belonging to the winning kingdom will return to their everyday lives with their memories returned and they will only remember this as a shared bad dream.

"Ah, death truly does await. I have underestimated the pain of a fatal injury! Well, well, while I am still here let me say some more. I will be dead quite soon, so depending on who performed best in these weeks, a wish will be fulfilled. If my allies win, everybody will be killed and my burgh will