Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29253708-20171121223332/@comment-29253708-20171126040514

Everyone starts eating food about three or four days late because I’m bad at timing

Suddenly, coughs echo through the dining hall. Maurice, Jally, and Hawaiian clutch their stomachs, coughing uncontrollably.

Maurice screams aloud and falls to the floor out of his chair as Stephen hustles over to him and kneels down, but he can do nothing as he squirms in pain, and soon stops moving.

The two men near Jally try to help him out of his chair, and in a failed and rushed attempt at the Heimlich maneuver, Jally thrashes around and slips out of their hands, smashing his face on the table, and a cracking sound is heard as his skull hits the floor.

Hawaiian struggles to stop coughing as he falls to his knees and throws up under the table, clutching his coffee mug and staring into it, just before he pours the liquid out. He coughs a few more times before no more sound is heard underneath the table.

As soon as it had started, it stops. Three lives had been taken in mere seconds.

Stephen stands, speechless, a grave look on his face. He walks over to Hawaiian, still clutching the coffee mug in his hands. He looks at the rest of the group, scared to finish their food. “It was the coffee.” He pauses, placing the mug on the table. “Poisoned.”