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You ever hear the story of Mister Truth?
It started off as just a rumour. You know, the usual cutesy sort of bullshit high school kids peddle amongst their friends.
Story goes there's this contact you can add on IM, some weird stream of incomprehensible characters and letters. If it accepts you as a contact, it will ask you a question.
Somehow this contact knows you. The real you. That 'you' even you don't want to admit exists sometimes; all your dirty little secrets, all your little white lies, your hopes and dreams, triumphs and failures, your crushes and the people you secretly despise. This question will reflect this inexplicable knowledge.
Answer truthfully, and you can ask one question in turn. And just as this contact knows you more intimately than your oldest friends, so it knows others as well. Want to know if that classmate of yours likes you back? The contact can tell you. Still trying to figure out who it was who spread that rumour that totally ruined you a couple years back? The contact can reveal this as well.
But answer falsely, or lie?
And you've got twenty-four hours to live. Because Mister Truth doesn't like liars or fools.
At first, this was just a rumour. Some stupid little urban legend doing the rounds of Jung High School, Hallow Falls. Friends would tell it to each other, and like a virus it would spread. Some asshole joker would set up a fake Mister Truth account and try to fool people into giving away information. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then the bodies started to be found.
Haley Marshall was first. They found her in a field just outside of town, dressed in flowing robes and bound to an ornate chair. A crown had been soldered to her head, a sceptre tied to her right hand. The number '3' was carved into her head.
Jared Watkins was next. He was discovered in the basement of an abandoned house, arms bound and hung upside down from the rafters, a slow and painful death. The number '12' was carved into his head.
The third was Jenny Becks, found just last week in the old town park. Naked and holding two cups, her back hacked open and the skin pulled back to form fleshy wings. The number '14' was carved into her head.
All of them local kids, all of them attending Jung High School.
The town of Hallow Falls has it's very own serial killer on the loose. And what's more, the word is starting to circulate that the murders are connected to the story of Mister Truth.
And a group of high school students may be the only ones who can stop it all...
You ever hear the story of Mister Truth?
It started off as just a rumour. You know, the usual cutesy sort of bullshit high school kids peddle amongst their friends.
Story goes there's this contact you can add on IM, some weird stream of incomprehensible characters and letters. If it accepts you as a contact, it will ask you a question.
Somehow this contact knows you. The real you. That 'you' even you don't want to admit exists sometimes; all your dirty little secrets, all your little white lies, your hopes and dreams, triumphs and failures, your crushes and the people you secretly despise. This question will reflect this inexplicable knowledge.
Answer truthfully, and you can ask one question in turn. And just as this contact knows you more intimately than your oldest friends, so it knows others as well. Want to know if that classmate of yours likes you back? The contact can tell you. Still trying to figure out who it was who spread that rumour that totally ruined you a couple years back? The contact can reveal this as well.
But answer falsely, or lie?
And you've got twenty-four hours to live. Because Mister Truth doesn't like liars or fools.
At first, this was just a rumour. Some stupid little urban legend doing the rounds of Jung High School, Hallow Falls. Friends would tell it to each other, and like a virus it would spread. Some asshole joker would set up a fake Mister Truth account and try to fool people into giving away information. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then the bodies started to be found.
Haley Marshall was first. They found her in a field just outside of town, dressed in flowing robes and bound to an ornate chair. A crown had been soldered to her head, a sceptre tied to her right hand. The number '3' was carved into her head.
Jared Watkins was next. He was discovered in the basement of an abandoned house, arms bound and hung upside down from the rafters, a slow and painful death. The number '12' was carved into his head.
The third was Jenny Becks, found just last week in the old town park. Naked and holding two cups, her back hacked open and the skin pulled back to form fleshy wings. The number '14' was carved into her head.
All of them local kids, all of them attending Jung High School.
The town of Hallow Falls has it's very own serial killer on the loose. And what's more, the word is starting to circulate that the murders are connected to the story of Mister Truth.
And a group of high school students may be the only ones who can stop it all...
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