MGF Mafia 2.0: The Matrix

[Dirty Duck]

The crew stepped out of their rooms and onto the deck one by one. Everyone accounted for. Another quiet night. The Sentinels never came. The operator said nothing-there was a newfound resolve in the crew that no longer needed his stoking. He jacked them in and walked over to his desk. There was one more traitor hiding amongst their ranks, and the situation was the same as the day before-if they guessed wrong, it could spell the end of the Pequod. It was in their hands now, the black monitor was suddenly awash with that familiar green.

The sensation of water falling upon their skin. The warmth of the sun beaming down on them. The crew came to be stood in an aged, crumbling building. The ceilings were completely gone, leaving them exposed to the downpour, and patches of thick grass grew through the cracks in the concrete beneath their feet, reclaiming what was once its own. The pitter of the heavy rain echoed off of the heavier walls that still remained. The crew of the Pequod stood facing one another.

ALIVE:
@Aragorn
@Null
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar

DEAD:
@Agent (Unable to Speak)
@Annoying Prick (Bug)
Departed (Upload)
@Jassassino (Hack)

Day 5 has begun.