Crewmates - Kill All (impostor) May 2026

Red checked the tablet. The "Ship Integrity" bar was a healthy green, but the atmosphere in the Cafeteria was anything but. Blue and Yellow were whispering by the emergency button. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan.

Green was the first to wander off alone. He was a perfectionist, hunched over a tangled mess of wires in the back of Electrical. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss masked by a sudden, intentional burst of static from the ship’s comms. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle. Red checked the tablet

They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan

"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list."

Red turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him."