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[seolearo]

welcome to the Glade

hope you enjoyed the one-way trip; maze runner au

➸ rules of the Glade:

1. everyone does their part
2. never hurt another Glader
3. never go outside the Glade

➸ fresh from the box: Once a month, someone new shows up, and today's your lucky day. You have no memory of anything before waking up in darkness to the sound of metal grating against metal, the floor shuddering and lurching beneath your feet. You're going up, you realize, but the trip seems to take forever. Finally, you see a light, and the box comes to a stop, and as your eyes adjust you see people looking down at you curiously, with vague greetings for the new Greenie, and no answers for any of your questions. And all you have to offer in return is your name. It's your first day in the Glade. Enjoy your stay.
➸ doing your part: You've been here for a while, got yourself a job and everything. What is it? You one of the Builders, Sloppers, Cooks, Med-Jacks? Maybe a Runner? Or are you the Keeper of your respective area of expertise? Whatever the case, you've got a lot of work to do to earn your keep. Best hop to it, shank.
➸ the maze: There's a secret to the Maze, and it's time the Gladers solve the puzzle. But beware - the Walls change every night, and the Grievers are a constant risk. Only the Runners are allowed outside of the Glade, but maybe you're exiled, or maybe you made a run for it anyway. Whatever the case, there has to be a way out somewhere.
➸ the changing: One way or another, a Griever's gotten it's claws into you, and now you've got to suffer the consequences. The Changing is a painful process, and maybe you suffer hallucinations, seizures, or worse. Whatever the case, it gives you flashes of memories from before the Glades, and they're not all pretty - some have been known to go insane being stung. What'll happen to you?
➸ the ending: The Doors won't close, and the Gladers at the mercy of the Grievers. What do you do now? Hide in the Homestead? Try to fight them? A Glader dies every night you try to sort out what to do. Better hurry before you're next.

Comments

[offthealist]

Y'know, some days I think we work too hard, [ Nathan complains loudly, leaning on his broom. ] And who says us Sloppers should be at the bottom of the heap, anyway? Where would you lot be without us, eh? Who would have to clean up your klunk if you didn't have us? I say we should be treated far better for the things we have to put up with. Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Because it's hardly like smelling a dozen roses.

[ A normal day for the Sloppers, then, right down to this shank slacking off. Something should really be done about this. ]