Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170402184232

Right.

He took another sip from his flask of alcohol, rummaging through the sheets of paper until his pulled out a small purple folder, stacked with the newly found identities of a handful of experiments.

He slowly opened a slightly bloodstained one, showing the contents to Harvard in a slight melancholy. It was a list of some sorts- A timeline- of what this exact experiment did inside the span they participated in the killing game. They obviously didn't last that long, having only three sentences before a 'EXPERIMENT DISPOSED OF was typed in big blocky letters at the bottom.

What was more unsettling was when he opened one of them, a timeline of their moves inside the killing game.

"Some bastard at the labs are starting to give copies of these out. These are the most recent ones that I could find without getting shot. I already looked through them, the experiments who are dead are the only ones who have the timelines of what they did. Ones who are alive just have their addresses, new identities and personal information. Including social circles."

He sighed, throwing the files on the table in defeat as he hummed, pinching the bridge of his nose disapprovingly.

"As of this morning, two more experiments died because of this shit. It's getting easier and easier to track people down. If this keeps up, I don't know how the hell I can get rid of evidence as easily as I used to."