Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
“Woah! How did you do that?”
"What's you name?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
“Woah! How did you do that?”
"What's you name?"
“Murphy. Are you gonna answer my question?”
"Thanks, Murphy. I'm Alicia."
Deception:18
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
“Know who that is?”
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
“Woah! How did you do that?”
"What's you name?"
“Murphy. Are you gonna answer my question?”
"Thanks, Murphy. I'm Alicia."
Deception:18
“Nice to meet you, Alicia!”
Insight: 16
"Yeah... Now, you woudn't have happened to see a short girl with green eyes and short black hair, would you...?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*Okay! Imma go with Murphy then.*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Alright!*
Lying limp on the wet grass of CHB is a body, still, silent, unmoving, a dagger embedded in her chest. The girl is about 14 years old, with brown eyes and black hair, and deathly pale skin. Which is to be expected, as she is, y'know, dead. Blood stains her clothes, and she lies on a bed of clovers, with a note.
"The bodies are piling up. Good. Let them die."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Know who that is?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Woah! How did you do that?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"What's you name?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Murphy. Are you gonna answer my question?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Thanks, Murphy. I'm Alicia."
Deception:18
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Nice to meet you, Alicia!”
Insight: 16
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Yeah... Now, you woudn't have happened to see a short girl with green eyes and short black hair, would you...?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
*cut with Gonz.*
“Is she the one who stabbed you?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Yes."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“No, I haven’t seen her.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Well that sucks. You want the knife?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.