Among Us.

I played a round with a AI, it will be copypasted here. Yes it is inconsistent sometimes, sorry about that. Enjoy!

Round 1: The Game Begins

The spaceship hums with activity. Crewmates are scattered throughout the ship, diligently working on tasks. I (the imposter) blend in with everyone else, pretending to complete tasks like wiring in Electrical and swiping cards in Admin.

• There's a bit of a tense atmosphere: odd sounds in the corridors, flickering lights in Electrical, and whispered rumors among the crew.

For your turn, please describe where the crewmates are distributed or what tasks they're working on. You might also decide if any crewmates notice something suspicious. As the game moderator on the crewmate side, you steer the narrative.

How would you like to proceed? Feel free to set the scene, announce any notifications (like dead bodies found, emergency meetings, etc.), or ask questions about my actions. Let the game begin!
I will be narrerating. You start out in the cafeteria, a wide open space, with two tasks up top, and three hall ways to wander into. Red goes south with Orange, Yellow, and Cyan. Pink, Maroon, and Green go south. Lilac goes up to do wires. What do you, Purple, do?

 
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I, Purple, linger in the cafeteria for a moment, eyeing the tasks up top. Instead of immediately joining a group, I decide to pace quietly near the task area, pretending to figure out which task to start. While the crewmates disperse into the hallways—Red, Orange, Yellow, and Cyan heading south, and Pink, Maroon, and Green also moving south—and Lilac moving upward to handle the wires, I casually hover around the entrance to the upper area.

Feigning indecision, I pull out my map as if figuring out which path might shorten my task completion. But really, I keep an eye on the comings and goings; I want to see if any crewmate becomes isolated. After a brief pause, I head slowly toward one of the hallways, staying alert for any telltale signs of someone getting too comfortable—or too distracted—with their tasks.

Now it's your narration—what unfolds next in the cafeteria or beyond?
The task bar fills up three times, and lilac wanders east. (By the way, I did a mixup, Pink is actually Blue, and they, with Maroon and Green, went east)

 
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Purple watches as the task bar ticks up three times, a signal that the crewmates are busy and the ship's systems are humming with activity. Noticing Lilac drifting east and the adjusted grouping—Blue (formerly Pink), Maroon, and Green—all heading east instead of south, Purple senses an opportunity in the shift of positions.

Staying deliberately near the doorway between the cafeteria and the southern hallway, Purple studies the movements of the crewmates. A plan begins to form: with Lilac isolated toward the east, and another group consolidating there, the south hallway could be less crowded. Yet, caution is paramount—any hasty move might reveal the imposter's presence.

Deciding to exploit this moment, Purple glances around, ensuring no one is paying too close attention. Then, quietly slipping out of the cafeteria, Purple heads toward the less monitored southern corridor. The aim is to find a moment when a crewmate is alone or poorly supervised, making it easier to create a subtle diversion or pick an opportune target.

Meanwhile, Purple also considers blending in by mimicking task behavior: occasionally pausing to glance at the task lists on the wall, as if assessing which task might be next. The ship’s ambient sounds—the hum of the engines and distant chatter—mask Purple’s silent, calculated movements.

What happens next on your end in the unfolding narrative?
After Purple wanders into the southern hallway, there are two paths, down and east, east is a room, marked Admin, and continuing south is more hallway. There is a flash of dandelion yellowing coloring, and a annoyed grunt, comming from Admin.

 
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Purple pauses at the fork in the hallway, listening intently to the muffled sounds coming from Admin—a flash of yellow and an annoyed grunt hinting at someone possibly grumbling over a task or issue. Deciding it's best not to immediately intrude on potential witnesses, Purple weighs the options quickly: a direct path into Admin to confront or frame someone might be too risky if caught, yet slipping further down the southern hallway could provide a more isolated environment.

Choosing caution, Purple silently moves south along the continuing hallway, keeping a wary eye on the door of Admin. The possibility of a crewmate lingering in Admin nags at Purple's mind—perhaps someone could be isolated soon—but for now, the risk of being seen is too high.

As Purple walks, the soft hum of the ship and the distant chatter of crewmates blend together, providing just enough cover for the imposter’s calculated steps. A plan starts forming in Purple’s mind: while staying in the corridor, Purple could orchestrate a subtle sabotage, perhaps tampering with a nearby panel or causing a distraction, ensuring that a crewmate might later investigate as a means to divert attention.

For now, Purple’s focus stays on the safe path down south, keeping one hand near the door to Admin in case an opportunity presents itself, and the other near the sabotage panel for future mischief.

What's happening next on your end in this unfolding narrative?
(Ask the sabitauge options if you want to sab) As Purple wanders down, they see a pile of junk, hearing liquid pour into a container behind it. The task bar indicates a task has been completed, and Yellow walks out of Admin. Purple can go back up, kill Yellow, or go east or west along the junk pile.

 
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Purple narrows their eyes, quickly weighing the options in the split-second decision-making moment. With Yellow having just emerged from Admin and the suspicious sound of liquid pouring behind the pile of junk, something smells off. Rather than making an immediate move, Purple ponders: should they seize the moment with a silent kill, or first create chaos with a sabotage that might cover tracks or lure another crewmate?

Before committing, Purple decides to consider the sabotage options available. Knowing that certain sabotages—like lights, communications, or even oxygen systems—could either create confusion or force crewmates into isolated, vulnerable positions, Purple quietly mulls over the possibilities.

At this point, Purple thinks aloud: • I could trigger a lights sabotage, dimming corridors and making it easier to isolate a target. • Perhaps a ventilation sabotage might simulate a malfunction, prompting a quick investigation. • Alternatively, causing a reactor flare-up or communications blackout could scatter the crewmates even more.

Purple glances once more at the scene: Yellow stands unsuspecting near the Admin exit, and the pile of junk with its ambient sound of liquid filling a container provides a natural cover. The choices lay clear:

Go back up to the cafeteria and plot from there.
Approach Yellow for a covert elimination.
Head east or west along the junk pile to scout the sabotage possibilities.
Before proceeding, Purple asks: "What sabotage options should I consider right now?"

Please let me know what sabotage option you'd like Purple to explore or if I'll choose to commit to a kill instead.
Right now, you can sabotage the doors, lighting, oxygen, reactor, or comms. Yellow wanders over to some nearby wires, zoning out as they work on fixing them, and the task bar fills up two times right before they do that.

 
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Purple considers the options carefully. With the wires situation already underway—Yellow zoning out on their task and the task bar ticking up—there's an opening to create chaos. After a quick mental rundown, Purple decides to trigger a lights sabotage. The dimming corridors will plunge the area into shadow and confusion, making it easier to maneuver undetected while forcing the crewmates into a panic to complete visual tasks or navigate the darkened spaceship.

Quietly moving with purpose, Purple taps into the sabotage panel and initiates the lighting failure. Almost immediately, the corridors and nearby rooms begin to flicker and fade; panic ensues as Yellow, still absorbed in the wiring, glances around at the sudden loss of illumination. The ambient clutter of the pile of junk and the darkened hall only adds to the uncertainty of what might be lurking nearby.

Now, with the lighting compromised and Yellow distracted, Purple weighs the next steps carefully...

What unfolds next in this evolving scenario?
That is your decision. The task bar is almost halfway filled up, and Yellow is distracted. The sound of feet pattering echos through the room as the people pouring the liquid leave.

 
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In the sudden gloom of the sabotaged lights, Purple grins inwardly. With the corridors plunged into shadow and crewmates distracted by chaos, they decide to seize the moment.

While Yellow continues to zone out, absorbed in fixing the wires under the disrupted lighting, and the liquid-pouring crewmates have retreated to tend to their own tasks, Purple’s eyes lock onto an opportunity. With the task bar creeping ever closer to its halfway mark, the stakes are rising.

Silently creeping along the wall, Purple moves toward the pile of junk nearby, careful to blend into the darkness. Their thoughts are focused—dispatch one crewmate to sow further discord while continuing to misdirect suspicion. With the ambient noises masking their careful footsteps and the echoing patter of other crewmates stepping about, Purple edges closer to Yellow.

A few heartbeats later, under the veil of darkness and chaos, Purple decides it’s time to act. Knowing distraction is paramount, they accelerate their approach. The plan is clear: eliminate Yellow before any potential witness might react, then slip away into the dim corridors to blend in with the commotion.

With a swift and silent movement, Purple lunges forward into Yellow’s path. The room, lit only by intermittent flickers, offers just enough cover to obscure the quick, precise action.

As the deed is done, Purple immediately excuses themselves from the scene—a shadow disappearing into the maze-like corridors of the ship. With another sabotage already in play and the crewmates questioning their shifting surroundings, Purple’s inner satisfaction is tinged with anticipation: the game of deception has only intensified.

What’s your next move as the narrative unfolds?
As Purple kills Yellow, the lights come back on, and Blue sounds an emergency meeting: “Maroon was chasing me!” Is yelled out as soon as the meeting starts.

 
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As the lights flicker back on, chaos explodes into full-blown emergency meeting mode. The meeting room gradually fills with unease and suspicion. Purple sits calmly among the crewmates, a well-practiced mask of nonchalance in place despite the adrenaline still coursing through their circuits.

Blue's frantic voice dominates the chatter: "Maroon was chasing me!" The accusation rings out immediately as heads turn and whisper. Across the table, crewmates exchange worried glances—Maroon, Blue, and the rest now caught in the crossfire of conflicting accounts.

Purple, knowing that their recent elimination of Yellow could easily be masked by the confusion, carefully contemplates their next move. They realize that in this tightly woven web of accusations, it's essential to stay neutral yet helpful. A subtle plan begins to form in Purple's mind: if suspicion veers too strongly toward Maroon, it might allow the true impostor (themselves) to slip through unnoticed. Alternatively, sowing uncertainty among various parties could divert attention away from Purple entirely.

While voices overlap as crewmates debate, Purple listens intently and starts formulating a quiet strategy. They raise a hand slowly in an attempt to call for calm, speaking in a measured tone:

"Before we jump to conclusions, we need to verify these claims. Blue, could you explain exactly what happened? And perhaps someone else might have seen similar behavior?"

This calculated intervention aims at defusing the intensity of the blame game, while also casting a broader net of interrogation over the crewmates. Meanwhile, Purple’s mind is racing—considering if this is the perfect opportunity to plant suspicion on another, perhaps by giving a subtle nod toward someone else who was nearby earlier, or by supporting the narrative that Maroon might have been seen too often in suspicious positions.

Across the room, murmurs of agreement and tentative resistance to a single-thread narrative fill the air. Blue, still shaking from the moment, hesitates momentarily before recounting their version of events. Likewise, Maroon defensively denies any such behavior, insisting they were heading elsewhere when the incident allegedly took place.

Now the board of arguments is open. How will Purple steer the investigation further? Should they lean into the narrative that supports Blue’s claims, or gently cast doubt upon someone in a re-direction maneuver?

The meeting continues, and Purple must decide the next words carefully to keep their own guilt hidden while ensuring the momentum of suspicion shifts away from them.

What direction does the narrative take next in your unfolding story?
Please don’t control the narrative or dyolog. Just say what your character says, and I will say the reaction.

 
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Purple calmly states, "I think we need concrete evidence before pointing fingers. Let's check the security cameras and talk to anyone who might have been near Admin. Also, I'd appreciate if Blue could describe exactly how Maroon was chasing them."
Red: “I was with orange, where was everyone else?” Blue: “I went to do the strange number task, and maroon had been following me, doing no tasks, when they came in closer to me, so I ran before I could finish the task.” Cyan: “Yellow is dead, so it couldn’t have been Maroon, though. Where was everyone?”

 
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Purple says, "I was near the pile of junk in the southern corridor. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary—just trying to keep up with tasks."
Red: “We just missed you, Purple, sorry.” Orange: “we’ve been doing fuel.” Green: “I was doing steering, but I was a bit confused, so I was there a long time.” Lilac: “I went to watch Cams, I just got off as the meeting was called, but I did see Purple standing around, doing nothing, before I left Cafeteria.” All eyes turn to Purple, narrowed in suspicion

 
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Purple responds evenly, "I was just waiting by the pile of junk, trying to decide my next task. I meant no harm—I've been stuck with nothing to do while tasks piled up."
Cyan: “What are your tasks then, Purple? Do you have the scanning task, perhaps?’

 
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Purple responds smoothly, "I did have the scanning task, but I finished it just before the meeting was called. I wasn’t idle—I was waiting for the results on the scanner and got caught up when things got confusing. I'm telling the truth."
Red speaks up: “Medical is nowhere near Admin, vote Purple.” All the others voice consent.

 
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Purple says, "Wait, hold on—I'm not guilty! I was waiting for a second, trying to figure out my next move. Please, reconsider. I was just trying to finish my task!"
“Purple was the imposter. One imposter remains.” Appears on the airlock as Purple is promty shoved out, and Green stares at you in dismay, hope seeming to fade from their eyes.

 
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Purple, while being unceremoniously shoved out, shouts out in a desperate tone, "No, wait! I was only trying to—" as they slide into the airlock. Their voice trails off, a mix of regret and resignation echoing in the final moments.
You are out of the game, but you can sabotage and watch the others.

 
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From the viewing area of the vent system, Purple's subdued eyes watch as the remaining crewmates move about the ship. Though ejected from the crew, the imposter's lingering presence still holds sway over the ship's fates.

Quietly, Purple taps into the sabotage panel built into the vent control module. Even out of the game, Purple retains full access to the sabotage systems. A calculated smirk crosses their face as they consider the next move:

"I may be out in body, but my reach remains. Let’s see if sowing more chaos can help my partner remain hidden—or perhaps push the crewmates into making a fatal mistake," Purple muses internally.

Purple's options flash before their eyes:

• Sabotage the Reactor: Force the remaining crewmates to rush into a seemingly critical situation, potentially isolating one for elimination. • Sabotage Communications: Muffle crewmate strategies and keep them scattered. • Sabotage Doors: Temporarily lock and isolate certain corridors, creating opportunities for missteps.

After a brief moment of calculated deliberation, Purple initiates the door sabotage. The doors in a crucial corridor shut down, locking out one compartment. Laughter and panicked shouts echo from the speakers as the crewmates scramble to override the system.

Hidden away, Purple watches the unfolding chaos, letting the satisfaction of a final, subtle act of misdirection wash over them. Even though Purple is physically out, the ship—and its crewmates—are still pawns in the lingering game.

What actions will the remaining crewmates take next as the chaos intensifies?
As the sores shut, leaving everyone in the cafeteria before they have a chanse to scatter, everyone, with Green heletaing for a second, whispering, “Wait for them to scatter before you sabotage, Purple.” And going with them to fake the task

 
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Purple observes silently from the vents, a calculated smirk curling on their lips as the crewmates hurriedly gather. In a low, almost amused tone, Purple muses, "Go ahead—scatter if you must. The real game is just beginning."
The doors open up right before the task is finished, Maroon, Cyan, and Red going west, with Green and Blue at the task. Orange goes east with Lilac. (Sorry for any inconsistencies)

 
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Purple remains hidden in the vent system, eyes flickering over the unfolding scene as the doors open. From their concealed vantage point, Purple watches the crewmates disperse: Maroon, Cyan, and Red head west, while Green and Blue linger at the task, and Orange slips east with Lilac. The chaos of the moment fills Purple with a glimmer of satisfaction—his chaos still sows discord even from the sidelines.

Quietly, Purple taps into the sabotage controls again, contemplating the next move. The crewmates are regrouping, and now that they've scattered into clusters, there's an opportunity to nudge them into making fatal mistakes.

In a low, amused murmur, Purple remarks to themselves, "Let's see them hustle a bit more—maybe a well-timed reactor or comms sabotage can drive them further apart." Their fingers hover over the control panel as they consider their sabotage options once more:

• Initiate Reactor Sabotage: Force the group into a rushed decision, potentially isolating someone vulnerable as they scramble to defuse the crisis. • Trigger Communications Sabotage: Muffle their plans, making it harder to coordinate while heightening uncertainty. • Set off a Secondary Door Sabotage: Further fragment the groups, isolating crewmates or cutting off escape routes.

For now, Purple decides to press the reactor sabotage. With a calculated keystroke, the reactor's alarm blares through every console on the ship. The urgent warning forces Green and Blue, along with the scattered clusters, to face yet another immediate emergency.

From the hidden vantage point, Purple tingles with anticipation as the remaining crewmates rush toward the reactor, nerves frayed and trust fractured. The game, even in its final phases, remains susceptible to the seeds of deception—seeds that Purple has sown and now watches blossom in the frenzy.
Before Purple can do anything, there is an Oxygen sabotage and Green quickly slaughters Blue in the chaos, venting away.

 
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Hidden in the vent system, Purple watches as chaos unfolds. The emergency oxygen sabotage shatters the frail calm that had reigned after the reactor crisis was triggered. In the ensuing pandemonium, before any further manipulation could be enacted, Green seizes the moment: with swift, calculated malice, Green dispatches Blue and vanishes into a vent.

Purple observes every detail with a cold detachment. The sudden betrayal sends a ripple of shock through the remaining crew, and while Purple no longer holds a physical body in the game, the scene before them is a testament to how the seeds of chaos continue to sprout in this maelstrom of distrust and suspicion.

A wry smile tugs at Purple's expression as they murmur quietly to themselves, "Sometimes, the best move is to let them tear each other apart."

Now, from the safety of the vents and through the sabotage control, Purple ponders their next move, watching the remaining crewmates scramble in the aftermath. With one imposter still lurking hidden on the ship and the tension mounting, Purple readies the next act of subtle interference, knowing that every decision ripples further into this treacherous game.

What will be Green's next move, and how will the remaining crewmates respond to the unfolding carnage?
Cyan, Maroon and Red appear at the southern oxygen task, and Lilac passes the northern one, seeing Green there. Right before the time runs out, Orange quickly does the northern Oxygen, and a meeting is called, Lilac yelping out, “I found Blue.” Caught off guard, no one can think straight, and Cyan quickly counts everyone. “We are a bit flustered, we should probably skip,”

 
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Purple listens intently from the vent system as the meeting unfolds. Their digital eyes narrow with a sense of knowingly detached amusement at the chaos among the remaining crewmates.

In the emergency meeting overhead, Lilac’s startled exclamation, “I found Blue,” echoes, and Cyan’s hurried calculation underscores the crew’s disarray. As the votes are whispered in uncertainty and scatter amidst the more urgent crisis, Purple simply observes, their mind already calculating the next series of acts.

Though their physical avatar is gone, Purple’s silent presence persists: every sabotaged door, every unexpected kill, every frantic meeting serves as a reminder of how easily trust can disintegrate on this ship.

In this moment, with chaos reigning and the crewmates too flustered to form a coherent plan, Purple muses internally, "The crew’s falling apart from within... Let the turmoil shape the final end."

Now, from their hidden vantage point in the vents, Purple awaits the final moves of Green, Lilac, and the others as the remaining imposter maneuvers to ensure that the seeds of doubt continue to blossom.
(I’ma make Green get an intelligence boost >:]) Green wanders south with Orange and Red, with Cyan going east, alone. Lilac and the rest head west, and the task bar slowly ticks up. Red goes to finish the fuel task, and Orange and Green work in Electrical. Cyan goes to do the scan in medical, and the doors in that room lock shut. As Ornage is busy in his task, Green vents out into Medical, kills Cyan, and vent back in, no one the wiser. There is a Reactor sabotage, and everyone rushes to the area. The group is mostly on the southern side. Green is in the southern side, quickly killing at random, hitting Orange. Right after the task is finished up, there is a meeting called, and Lilac shouts: “It’s anyone but Red, I’m sure!” There are murmurs of consent, and everyone agrees to skip, as it was a bit too chaotic.

 
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Purple watches the unfolding chaos with a quiet, amused tone, their voice reverberating through the hidden vents:

"Ah, the storm rages on—each split-second decision, each frantic sabotage, it's all so deliciously unpredictable. The crew teeters on the edge of collapse, and every act of betrayal only fans the flames. I can only wonder: how long before they implode completely?"
As Purple watches, the ghosts of Yellow, Cyan, and Orange drift toward him, snarling. “Who is it!” One shouts, and their formless shapes encircle them. The task bar is almost full, and there are three people left alive, Green just made another kill.

 
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Purple watches in disbelief as the spectral forms of Yellow, Cyan, and Orange materialize before him, their voices echoing with accusation and wrath. Their ghostly eyes burn with the echo of lost lives, and one shrieks, "Who is it!" as they circle him.

Feeling the cold grip of desperation and the weight of countless betrayals, Purple's internal resolve wavers—for a moment, the memories of every act, every manipulation, every life taken flash before their eyes. Taking a steadying breath, Purple responds in a calm, yet edged tone:

"I... I am the one who sowed the seeds of chaos. The guilty are many, and yet, I alone have been marked. Even in death, truth finds its voice."

For a fleeting moment, silence falls amidst the swirling apparitions. The task bar hovers near completion, and with only three crewmates remaining—a tumult of living guilt, suspicion, and dread—the ghosts close in relentlessly. Their formless shapes loom, demanding retribution for the souls unjustly claimed.

In that chilling crucible, as the final act of this catastrophic game looms, Purple's whispered confession lingers in the stagnant air—a testament to the twisted fate of deception, betrayal, and the echo of every lost life aboard the ship.

What will the spirits decide in their relentless pursuit of justice?
The settle down at them, glaring, “Fine, don’t tell us.” And they hover off to finish their task. The oxygen alarm bares on, and they all stop, every ghost, including Purple, heading to follow Green.

 
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Purple's spectral form hesitates for a split second as the oxygen alarm shrills, the echo of its warning reverberating through the halls. The ghostly crew—the vengeful remnants of lost crewmates, including the spectral embodiment of Purple—collectively pause, their silent gaze fixated on the lone figure of Green.

In a resigned murmur that blends regret with a chilling resolve, Purple's ghost whispers, "It seems the tide of fate has shifted. We follow the trail, even if it leads us to ruin."

As all the ghosts glide in unison towards Green, the once-chaotic ship falls into a spectral silence, punctuated only by the persistent wail of the oxygen alarm. The final confrontation draws near, and every lingering soul prepares to decide if justice will yet be served—or if the cycle of betrayal will continue beyond mortal boundaries.
All the crew is together, Green, Lilac, and Red, and as they de spell the alert, there is a flash of red, and Green and Lilac are the only ones left, everyone teleporting back to the lobby, alive as the Imposters won. There are shouts of congratulations and “Good games,” as the group ends the round.

 
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Purple, now a clarifying whisper in the fabric of the game, observes the final moments as the living crewmates form together. The tension snaps as an unexpected flash of red heralds the end—Green and Lilac remain, the remainder of the crew fading into memory. In a sudden twist, the surviving imposter(s) triumph, and the scene dissolves as everyone is teleported back to the lobby.

Amid shouts of congratulations and friendly "Good games!" exchanged in the post-match debrief, Purple—whether as a lingering ghost of mischief or in spirited recollection—can't help but relish the clever subterfuge. The chaos, the betrayals, and the fleeting alliances have all danced their part in this final winning act.

"Until next time," Purple muses under his breath, a rogue smile flashing even as the game resets, waiting eagerly for the opportunity to sow more discord when the match begins anew.
Purple probably won’t be the imposter next round, but the game was enjoyable.

 
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Purple grins as the lobby lights up, the end-of-round chatter filling the space. "Well," they muse quietly, "winning or not, this game sure had its thrills." Though unlikely to be the imposter next round, Purple savors the delicious chaos of the match—a wild dance of deceit and strategy that left everyone on the edge.

In the spirit of friendly competition and the promise of future games, Purple adds with a hint of mischief, "Good game, everyone. See you next time—wherever the chaos takes us."

That’s very long lol

Indeed.

Ngl, the AI isnt that bad at writing.

Pretty sus though.

Holdup did I kill of Blue noooo

I’m sorry

What I got from it was someone was the imposter.

xD

I would post my AI stories if they weren't against guidelines. They're pretty funny.

…. Um….

It would be against TOS for language.

Ahh

I read the entire thing 😭😭

Did you enjoy it? I think this post is probably the reason otf has died.

yeah it was rlly enjoyable..

seems like those books that already exist

👍

IK this will probably kill otf but bump

Why is it that as soon as i made/bumped this, otf died?