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Anna's Aspect Choices. Any thoughts?

I am giving my Patrons an exclusive first look at Anna's options for her aspect. Please make any constructive comments you wish below. I am especially looking for insight into balancing and cool-factor. I hope you like them. The vote goes up in a few days on Discord.

FYI: the chosen...

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Chapter One Hundred and One: Party Favors-Part Two

It looked like all of the storylines that had been running at the time the Black Snow Apocalypse was triggered were affected.

The next trailer started to play.

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Trailer #3

Intense eerie music started to build as the screen faded from black. A high-tech...

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Chapter One Hundred: Party Favors-Part One

As I awoke, I expected to hear Silas greeting me, but he didn't show up quite yet.

I reached up and felt that my mask was still on. The tuxedo I had been wearing looked like new.

I got up off the couch and started wandering the halls of the sorcerers' mansion. I found my way back to t...

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Who's Pulling the Strings?

I was really hoping not to die again. At least I got to watch how it all played out.

Try as I might, I could not force my eyes over to see the audience members in the theater. I eventually gave up so that I could pay attention to the rest of the movie.

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"We can just get in th...

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Chapter Ninety-Eight: Self-Inflicted Injuries

I stood in the alcove right at the edge of the magical seal that kept people from entering the area of the cask room where the bodies were kept. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I fought the urge to even try. It wasn't time yet.

Cristobal went to the end row behind the casks and started t...

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Close and Personal with Mr. Red Rock

I searched for Grace for so long that I started to suspect that there was a trope interceding in my ability to find her. While Grace did have an ability that buffed my grit in order to assist me in getting important information back to her, extra grit wouldn't guarantee that I would be able to View Post

Chapter Ninety-Six: Who, Why, and How

As I waited for the interviews to end, I started to survey the bodies in the casks. My Trope Master ability worked on them. As I looked around the room, I found that all of them were enemies. That made sense. It was unlikely that they would be NPCs

Unfortunately, they only had two to three ...

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Chapter Ninety-Five: The Casks and the Crime Scene

As we stood outside the cellar door, the crowds of masked guests continued to rage and demand to be allowed in to see their bodies. 

Many in the periphery of the crowd seemed to be less worried about their fate. They casually stared on and mocked those who panicked. Others stayed away ...

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Chapter Ninety-Four: Fair Play Murder Mystery

The crowd grew into an uproar as party guests began panicking. Many wanted desperately to get downstairs.

“We need to go down there, Cristobal,” one man, Mr. Oakheart, yelled over the crowd. “The killer must still be down there!”

“Calm,” Cristobal cried out. “Mr. Red Roc...

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Chapter Ninety-Three: Mr. Evergreen in the Ballroom with the Knife

Mrs. Cloudburst and I ran through the hallways, laughing and stumbling about like drunk idiots. She was a great actress. If I didn’t know better, I would think she was actually enjoying herself. Following her lead, I think I was putting on a pretty good performance.

We were On and Off-Scr...

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Chapter Ninety-Two: Young Love

The party was in full swing, and I don't just mean the party phase of the plot cycle. People were dancing and laughing. They shared wine, champagne, and conversation.

Everyone I could see was wearing a mask, and because of that, I couldn't tell the enemies from the NPCs; unless I tried hard...

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Chapter Ninety-One: The Ballroom

Player Stats:

Player Tropes:

Riley

Riley is the Film Buff. "Trope Master" grants him the ability to perceive enemy tropes, but at the cost of sacr...

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Announcement

Dear Patrons,

I hope you're all doing well. I'm reaching out to inform you that, regrettably, I won't be able to release the next chapter of The Game at Carousel as planned today. It will not come until Tuesday at the earliest. Please accept my sincere apologies for any inconvenience this m...

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Interlude: In Time

[This is the first interlude I have written for this story. If it works, there will be many to come. I do not know if this will be posted on RR at the same point in the story as it is for Patreon. Consider it a bit of a preview or trial run. Please be understanding, trying a new POV can take some...

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Chapter Ninety: The Consequences of a Choice

[The next post will come Thursday]

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“You know where the airfield is?” Chris asked Travis.

Travis nodded. “I remember the place,” he said. “Over by Pit Boulevard.”

"You got it."

Chris turned to the b...

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Choose Your Own Adventure!

The players are on the run from The Black Snow Apocalypse that has arrived months early. They are going to try to avoid the Black Snow by triggering another storyline first. That may be tricky.

Omens are disappearing in the wake of the storm so choices are slim. Luckily, they have stolen a ...

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Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Black Snow

Bowling is one of the many things that I had never been skilled at.

Until I got to Carousel.

I gave myself all those points in Hustle to try to survive using Oblivious Bystander. I had never taken into account how it might help me aim a ball down a wooden lane.

In fact, most of ...

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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Setting Up The Pins

The day the Bowlers planned to go to the alley was a Tuesday. It was important to them that we go on a Tuesday because different NPCs occupy different lanes on different days.

Tuesday was the least crowded day and the only one where the four left-most lanes were unoccupied. It was also the ...

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Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Carousel Atlas

It was a week before the Western Excursion left.

We had gotten the go-ahead that we could take a couple of weeks off from storylines if we wanted as long as we were ready to go at a moment’s notice.

The rules were starting to relax after Jeanette’s death. It was largely believed t...

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Chapter Eighty-Six: Snowblind

I got tired of Bobby staring in my general direction and decided to take a cup of coffee outside onto the porch. There was a table there that I could use. I needed to examine my tropes and decide which ones I would be taking into the next storyline. I finally had enough of them that I couldn't ju...

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Announcement

Attention Carousel Connoisseurs! 

Mark your calendars because exactly one week from today, a bone-chilling poll will be released where you will get to choose the players' next storyline and their fate. The poll will only be open for the weekend, so I am telling you about it in advance....

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Chapter Eighty-Five: The Criminal and the Wallflower

As soon as we walked through the front door of Dyer’s Lodge, Todd got a look at us and immediately ducked his head out the back door and yelled, “They're alive!”

Things had changed since we had left.

The chalkboards with all of the Secret Lore information had been filled out wit...

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Chapter Eighty-Four: Worker's Compensation

As I walked out onto the sidewalk where my friends and Silas were, I noticed right away that Kimberly and Anna were having an emotional moment.

“I’m so sorry!” Kimberly said.

“Don’t. I said it was okay,” Anna responded gently. She had been crying. Her eyes had that empty l...

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Chapter Eighty-Three: Curtains

The elevator doors opened slowly.

“Something is wrong,” Antoine said. “I told you he should have been back by now.”

The hallway was empty.

Antoine squeezed his way out and held the doors open for Anna and Kimberly to leave.

“Hush,” Antoine said. “Someone is c...

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Chapter Eighty-Two: Sedation

Kimberly sat on a crossbeam just under the elevator door. She leaned back against the wall. Directly above her, Camden peeked out through a crack between the doors.

“It looks like there is no one near the elevator,” Camden said. “They’ve moved the Mercers somewhere.”

“What...

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Chapter Eighty-One: A Fresh Breath of XEGOST-H Sulfide

Of the twenty or so armed men, only one of them stood out. He wore a red helmet whereas all of the others wore black. He was a head taller than the rest and he was clearly in charge.

The armed men's faces were covered to the point that you couldn't tell anything about them except that they ...

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Chapter Eighty: Climbing Tension

My friends were on the floor directly below ground level. Just one more set of stairs and they would be home-free. They stood in front of the elevator doors.

“We need to pry open the elevator and climb up,” Camden said. “That’s the only way out we know of for sure.”

“Are y...

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Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Ticket to the Show

Suddenly I was standing in the control room alone. All around me was still. All around me was silent.

The poltergeist was gone.

The bodies on the floor were gone.

Was the storyline over? Did this mean we had won?

I looked at the red wallpaper. No, the storyline wasn't over...

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Distortion Manifests

As soon as Antoine, Kimberly, and Camden got to Room 347, Antoine found another stairwell like the one we had used earlier. At least we had that success.

The Mercers had found a staircase too, one that would lead them and the Distortion straight to us.

“The Mercers are on their way ...

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Chapter Seventy-Seven: Corporate Rat Race

As the truth of our situation was revealed, a lot of things started to make sense. The ease with which we had gotten employment, the requirement for head scans, the questions about my “psychic” grandmother, the strange job descriptions and schedules. We weren’t employees at all. We were tes...

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