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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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.
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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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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.”
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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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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?”
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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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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.
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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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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?”
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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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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?”
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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:26
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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: 4
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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*Okay! Imma go with Murphy then.*
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*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."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Murphy stumbles across the body and screams.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Another camper runs over.
"Oy! Why the (GP) are ya screamin'- oh. Ah. That's not good."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Yeah. No, it isn’t.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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The camper kicks the body.
"Yup. Well, better go tell the infirmary."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Know who that is?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Nope. But- OH GODS WHAT THE (GP)!"
The body moves, groaning.
"Ow... What the..."
The other camper runs away.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Are you okay?” Murphy asks.
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Extended Signature!
"I..." She stands up, pulling the dagger out of her chest, the wound closing up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Woah! How did you do that?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"What's you name?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Murphy. Are you gonna answer my question?”
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Extended Signature!
"Thanks, Murphy. I'm Alicia."
Deception:26
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Nice to meet you, Alicia!”
Insight: 4
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Yeah... Now, you woudn't have happened to see a short girl with green eyes and short black hair, would you...?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*cut with Gonz.*
“Is she the one who stabbed you?”
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"Yes."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“No, I haven’t seen her.”
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Extended Signature!
"Well that sucks. You want the knife?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings