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Winter, what did Mistwraith do with the servant girl that got sent up to her?

Except she doesn't know that Reader didn't do his job.

My work here is done. Edge, I left that free for you so you could do whatever you wanted with jack, be it keeping him clean or turning him into VAPOR SMASH!

Got some time, wrote one up. Hope it's good.

Respect. BusDriver had plenty of respect. What he didn’t have much of was patience. That, and skin left on his right hand. Sometimes, he wondered why he had ever joined Quicksilver’s gang. You know why, slontze, he said to himself. Because Vondra didn’t want you. He already had Calamity-cursed Arsenal working for him, what use would poor little BusDriver be to him? Shaking his head, BusDriver pushed open the double-doors and stepped outside... ...and immediately started to retch. “Sparks!” he cursed, averting his eyes from the decomposing squirrels. He reached into his pocket and charged a small pebble, then threw it blindly into the parking lot. In seconds, a shiny black limo bus grew on top of the squirrel corpses. Almost smiling because of his good fortune, BusDriver climbed into the bus and drove off towards outpost beta. Mistwraith had been told to stay there the night before, because Quicksilver didn’t trust new Epics. BusDriver pulled up to the curb and put the bus into park. Making sure to not accidentally turn it back into a lousy pebble, BusDriver hiked up to the door and knocked. A woman vanilla servant opened the door; her eyes pointed steadily at the ground. Without a word, she let him in, and stood by, awaiting his orders. “Go get the new girl, Mistwraith,” BusDriver growled. “Tell her I need to speak with her. And then bring Shatterblast, Platoon, and Fritz down when we’re done.” “Now,” Vapor Snake growled, pointedly shoving his sleeve back into his glove, “as low as your own opinion of your own company may be, compared to what you are demanding your insults are relatively minor. Which I’m afraid means we will have to be here for a bit of time.” I am not a liar, you subEpic. Reader thought as he let the room dissolve back into silence. To get a one hundred percent, full Reading out of you, it would be either five minutes completely naked, or one hour on just your face. His Reads got diminishing returns: at first, he received a wealth of information, but it slowly dwindled into a trickle as time passed, but the trickle was still new information. He looked again at Vapor, then at Autumn. He thought for a moment, and then realized the worst thing he could possibly do. Let Vapor free. Had Reader gotten a full Reading? No. Was he one hundred percent sure Jack was clean? No. Did he care? No. “He’s clean,” Reader said at last. “Free to go. You two can go on your romantic walk through the Florist’s garden, or what have you. I have work to do.” And with that, Reader walked out of the room and out of the prison, immediately being surrounded by his guards. Had he just released a monster into the Dalles? Maybe. He hoped he had.

I wish I could, but I'm waaaay too busy, and it's pretty different from the other forum where I sometimes play mafia, because their days are like 2 weeks or something like that, so you actually have time to slack off and treat it more like a game and less like something you have to do.

^^quoted for truth. I am also an ambivert, slightly leaning introvert.

I LOVE WEREWOLF

When UVU explodes? I'll get to it when I've got some time.

Just want to share something with y'all that my friends and I wrote. (I posted about it a while ago, and no one responded, so I decided to put it here because I want people to read it. ) https://docs.google.com/document/d/19pYSYl0pAzYik33EONSsId4Xdcd0VAETIE6XYlEPZfQ/edit?usp=sharing (It's on that planet that hijacked like three pages of this thread with orbital theory and such. )

Actually, Mommy is a bit deluded, herself. She regularly gives away her children before they turn thirteen. If they tried to run away from her beforehand...well, with her influence over them it would be very difficult for them to run away, but if they did, she would either devote everything to finding them, or replace them tenfold.

Quick Mommy dream sequence posted. I hope it was sufficiently saddening.

”I HATE you!” Jamie held back tears as her thirteen year-old daughter screamed at her for what seemed like the millionth time that week. “I HATE YOU MOM!” The screams were like daggers in Jamie’s ears. “YOU’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING FOR ME!” “But I--” Jamie stuttered back. Daniel was at work--it seemed that Daniel was always at work when these fights started. “You’re just restricting me! You don’t love me, you never loved me! And I never loved you!” “Jenny, I’ve always loved--” Jamie couldn’t ever get out a full sentence in these fights--and not always because Jenny cut her off. The sobs that she had tried to force back came up and choked her, ending her stammered statement. “No you haven’t! You LIAR!” Jenny swung the full backpack over her shoulder. “I’m done. I never want to see you again! EVER!” With that, Jenny stormed out the front door and slammed it shut. That slam reverberated through Jamie’s mind as she collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor, the entrance hall of her home spiraling around her as the slam repeated over and over and over and over.... And, as it always did, the nightmare switched right there. Six years had passed, six years of futilely trying to forget her only daughter, six years of unsuccessful attempts to have another child. There was a knock on the front door, again while Daniel was gone at work. Jamie opened the door to see a girl she almost didn’t recognize. Jenny had changed so much. She had shaved both sides of her head, and the rest of her hair was dyed bright neon pink. She wore a tiny tight tanktop that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a short mini skirt that barely covered anything. Next to her was a large, muscular man covered in thick, dark makeup. “I never regretted leaving, Jamie,” Jenny said. Words that had been forever imprinted on Jamie. After that, Jenny just left again, walking out wrapped up in that evil boy’s arms, abandoning her mother forever. The image spiraled down, down, down, as the words repeated over and over again. “I never regretted leaving.” --- Mommy jolted awake after a particularly bad nightmare. It was so much worse because of Calamity-cursed girl from last night, but waking up made it all better. Mommy looked out over all her loving children, her children that would never ever ever leave her.... Standing up, Mommy put on a smile. “Everybody wake up!” she said cheerily. “Get ready quick! Make sure to brush your teeth! We’ve got a long day today.”

Right now, Valve, because PORTAL! Favorite non-video game?

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Awesomely disturbing post Fatebreaker. The only complaint I have was that BusDriver wasn't grumbly enough.

Today has been a really good day. I... ...learned that I'm a semifinalist for the National Merit Scholarship award ...got accepted into the Creative team at Space camp and ...finished co-op mode for Portal 2.

I vote for Silverblade5

I got hired to be a creative director at Space Camp! All it took was showing them my horrifyingly awesome alternate ending to Frozen. Edit: "Hired." I think I still don't get paid.

Hey Twi, it's been a while since a Koschei flashback. What's the plan with those?

"I fail to see how McMuffins help me kill--" "YOU SHALL GIVE THEM SEVERELY CLOGGED ARTERIES!! ARE YOU DONE WITH THESE STUPID QUESTIONS YET?!"

"So, uh, I slept in today and couldn't--well, what do you hate the most?" "Well, I don't really like Taco Bell food, but--" "Perfect! FEAR THE TACO BELL! Here, you can, uh, pull McMuffins out of your pocket. GO MY CHILD!"

It does look an awful lot like him.

And when he didn't feel like searching for anything terribly tragic in anyone's background.