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[ say your prayers, bob-chan-san
he looks amused, and very, very carefully picks the chicken up. it is like carrying precious cargo. sometimes you have canon hulk strength and do not want to break a chicken instantly. ]
I assume someone is looking for you, friend.
[ he's going to go walking... hellooooo... ]
he looks amused, and very, very carefully picks the chicken up. it is like carrying precious cargo. sometimes you have canon hulk strength and do not want to break a chicken instantly. ]
I assume someone is looking for you, friend.
[ he's going to go walking... hellooooo... ]
[ 2. You open a door and find yourself in an art gallery, full of paintings of people you know from your own world and from your sojourn into your previous games. They're watching you. Always watching you. The paintings appear normal, at first, but slowly shift until they depict the people you know in horrifying, traumatic situations, their eyes fixed on you accusingly. No matter where go, their eyes follow you. After what feels like an entire day in the gallery you find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and with the unshakeable sensation of being watched. Only four minutes have passed.
haha
but one of the doors is slightly ajar, and the chicken will waddle her way through the door. tsuru pauses for one a second before going into the room. ]
She must be exercising.
haha
but one of the doors is slightly ajar, and the chicken will waddle her way through the door. tsuru pauses for one a second before going into the room. ]
She must be exercising.
[ sweet bob chan san what have you done. ]
She could stand to exercise in the courtyard...
[ they're gonna have to build another chondo. though speaking of which, one of the paintings greeting them is a bright and sunny depiction of camp gatonina. dimitri doesn't notice because he's busy trying to twist the door handle behind them. ]
Ugh. Of course it is locked.
She could stand to exercise in the courtyard...
[ they're gonna have to build another chondo. though speaking of which, one of the paintings greeting them is a bright and sunny depiction of camp gatonina. dimitri doesn't notice because he's busy trying to twist the door handle behind them. ]
Ugh. Of course it is locked.
[ art shouldn't be that bad, but he doesn't trust like that. he trots over to stare at the painting. some of the eyes of the figures in it twitch towards him. ]
...It's unsettling.
[ the paint slowly starts to crackle along the edges near the frame. another painting ahead depicts everyone's least favorite pink snake. ]
Please make sure your friend doesn't wander off on her own.
...It's unsettling.
[ the paint slowly starts to crackle along the edges near the frame. another painting ahead depicts everyone's least favorite pink snake. ]
Please make sure your friend doesn't wander off on her own.
I wouldn't be surprised if the goal is nothing more than 'entertainment.'
[ maybe there's more to it, but he has his doubts. ]
It reminds me of her ridiculous birthday party, where we played to her whims. [ there's a painting depicting this, with pandora's various forms in gleeful celebration as people suffer around her. he digs his fingers into the canvas and tears it, speaking sternly all the while. ] It makes me ill just remembering it all.
[ maybe there's more to it, but he has his doubts. ]
It reminds me of her ridiculous birthday party, where we played to her whims. [ there's a painting depicting this, with pandora's various forms in gleeful celebration as people suffer around her. he digs his fingers into the canvas and tears it, speaking sternly all the while. ] It makes me ill just remembering it all.
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