Round 1 Transcript

The Narrator lets the room settle and lays out the immediate proposition in concrete terms, making clear that the cast must answer what is being asked of them before anything can move forward.

I sit back in the dust and consider the proposal. Gravehill is a cursed city, we all know this—its people were taken by something that crawls beneath the stones at night. Rebuilding the church there is not simple work. And starting a sex cult? You speak of heretical acts as if they were mere social gatherings.

I tap the rusted key against the table. Starting a sex cult is a charming way to put it—we're being asked to build a cult of flesh and bone in a city that bleeds rot into its groundwater. That's not heroism, that's feeding something hungry.

I look at each of them in turn, my expression stern. I cannot abide this talk of sex cults—heresy is a foul thing to joke about when demons walk the earth. But if the church can be rebuilt as a true sanctuary for lost souls, then there is purpose here. We cannot let Gravehill remain a place of darkness alone. What we build must be grounded in genuine faith and service to the suffering. If you mean to mock this or treat it as some kind of perverse game, I want no part of it.