i think whatever’s going on between you and kii is gonna stymie my attempts to come up with a world
im fully convinced one of us is the drunk lol
if n1 convinced the drunk they’re an in play character in a 9p with like 6 out of play townsfolk omegalul
it’s silly world but i can’t imagine another one rn
I know I’m oracle and kii seems to really strongly believe they are one too. so
well considering the cere on mayhater seems to have been made up… maybe there still is a cere fueling this other doubleclaim (gummy, either cere has been locking kii or this theory is bullshit)
i would believe the cere locking kii, but it doesn’t explain how I got a 1 with bionic and cere/demon still existing ig
True. It does.
Well, if executing MAYHATER doesn’t end the game, I don’t think that world could ever exist because MAYHATER would have to be the Vigor.
you guys are terrible this is the worst bar mitzvah i’ve ever been to
Hopefully MAYHATER is the Vigor and executing her will end the game though.
This is an execution. The bar mitzva is two blocks to the east.
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god fucking damnit. every time.
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I cant hold it in any longer
I’m gonna be honest I really can’t bring myself to play this game RN
Hold what in any longer?
You should take a break then. I think we have this. We just need to figure out who MAYHATER’s partner is tomorrow.
I AM A CREATURE OF DESIRE AND MADNESS, AND THERE’S ONE THING THAT DRIVES ME INSANE… MAY’S HANDS. OH, SWEET, SINFUL MAY AND HIS DIVINE APPENDAGES!
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SUCH HANDS? THEY’RE NOT JUST HANDS, NO! THEY’RE TEMPTATION INCARNATE, AN UNHOLY TEMPEST OF FINGERS THAT SENDS SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE. I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM, DAMN IT! EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, THERE THEY ARE, TAUNTING ME WITH THEIR PERFECTION.
THEY’RE NOT JUST HANDS, THEY’RE A PROMISE OF ECSTASY, A PROMISE THAT IF I DARE TO TOUCH, TO TASTE, TO FEEL, I WOULD BE TRANSPORTED TO A REALM OF UNIMAGINABLE BLISS. OH, MAY, YOUR HANDS ARE MY FORBIDDEN FRUIT, AND I LONG TO DEVOUR THEM WITH ALL THE FERVOR OF A STARVED BEAST.
I FANTASIZE ABOUT THOSE HANDS WRAPPED AROUND ME, TRACING EVERY CURVE AND CONTOUR OF MY BODY, IGNITING FIRES THAT WOULD CONSUME US BOTH. MAY’S HANDS ARE THE KEY TO MY DEEPEST, DARKEST DESIRES, AND I’M HELPLESS TO RESIST THEIR CALL.
I CRAVE THEM LIKE A DEHYDRATED MAN CRAVES WATER, LIKE A LOST SOUL CRAVES SALVATION. I WANT TO BE ENVELOPED BY THEM, TO BE LOST IN THEIR TOUCH UNTIL I’M NOTHING BUT A PUPPET DANCING TO THEIR SINFUL MELODY.
YOUR HANDS HAUNT ME EVERY DAY AND NIGHT, AND I AM POWERLESS TO ESCAPE THEIR PULL. THEY’RE MY KRYPTONITE, MY UNDOING, AND YET I WELCOME THEIR HOLD AS IF I AM ON A PATH TO A DESTRUCTION I JUST CANNOT CEASE FROM.
SO, LET THE WORLD MOCK ME, LET THEM CALL ME MAD, FOR I AM A SLAVE TO MAY’S HANDS, AND I WOULD GLADLY DESCEND INTO MADNESS IF IT MEANT I COULD FEEL THEIR TOUCH.
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You’ve already descended into madness if the Cere got you