By request.
Previously: THE WHOLE PLACE IS DARK.
“After tonight, if you don’t want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it
I’ll have a good go at it
I’ll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
Feel his ghost breathing down my back”
oh god what is this? it feels like another fucking resurrection. is it Sunday, oh please don’t let it be Sunday
I’m sorry to inform you, Seelo, that it is indeed Sunday.
This request, which we think came from agent [REDACTED: CODENAME SAUSAGE MAKER], came in right before the deadline.
right before the 3-year anniversary of the start of the [line of the dead.(A Modest Proposal to Amend the Community Rules).
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
A dear friend of mine was once warned to be careful what crypts they explored, as some were best left un-disturbed.
He’s gone now. My sister and brothers too. The ways today have left only me, Bile and Fire and Anger.
So…Scrabble?
More like Go Fish, I’d say.
Eek, a uke!
Nice set! I only play against the phone these days. But I only set it at the intermediate level - so I’m the undisputed champion of the phone.
What a strange place I’ve been.
I… know this place… but It feels so cold here now…
Give me the warmth of my grave
Blood. Blood? BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD! I love a good vivisection!
And so it goes.
Closed at the request of the owner
