it’s just funny
(hi definitely sane, im katze
would you like to join my alliance)
(i want to get drunk ici i don’t care)
(yesn’t)
(help its a yes or no question, bird)
Honestly, I need one person to help organize a party.
And no, alcohol will not be available before party happens.
(i will help)
(what do you need me to do)
I would prefer someone more… mentaly stable?
And less likely to steal all the alcohol.
yeah i was about to offer
but first i want to check out the new room then i’ll help
(…)
(bruh)
(what if i replace the alcohol with acid)
//can I join the epic party
(These two posts line up perfectly)
it is time to unga bunga
//where’s the party
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And so the King of England died. The Ultimate Hunt continued, the subjects minds’ racing as they slowly uncover… the truth of this town. Where are they? Who are the Three Fates? Who is Timoleon Silverheart? Who is the Mastermind?
But the Ultimate Hunt was not over yet. More killing, more bloodshed, and more heartbreak threatened to snuff yet another life… they had gotten off easy this time. Or… had they?
A defeaning roar filled the town, centered around the tower that was ruined just yesterday.
48 hours remain until Monoluna (or maybe Clotho?)'s next lesson.
The killing game continues. You may perform actions freely.
Including, of course… Murder.
//where’s the party!! I don’t wanna tree this chapter