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Stitch flies around for a while, shoots at the rainforest because he feels like it, then flies away from all the fragments, looking for another land. Maybe this one with something to eat?

Stitch flies in circles in his Largo, loving it. Flying was one of his favorite things ever. On an impulse, he sees Whiplash’s ship and shoots at it. @Just-A-Stick

Sya showed up out of nowhere. “Hey!” she said. “Watch what you’re doing with that sword!” She looks around. “Huh. Guess he killed me. I wonder if my portals still work in the afterlife…?” She experimentally tried making a portal to an area five feet away and it worked without a hitch. But then she tried to teleport herself into the mortal realm. Twenty seconds later, she fell out of the sky onto Aymara’s head. @Lotus Blossom

“Why did this—what?! I never—please no—not this—AAHHHHHHHHHHH” Stitch was scared. But maybe… Stitch tries swimming through the sand, trying to get to the other end faster. He hates it, hates the feeling of sand on his skin, but does it anyway. He needs that ship.

Stitch decides that he hates squishiness, and gingerly walks along the sand, hoping that it wouldn’t get any squishier. Stitch had never liked sand. It was course and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

Sand dunes: Stitch makes his way slowly through the sand, after seeing how the other people fell in. He could make it…maybe? Hopefully? In theory, he could make it. Why was he always thinking his actions through? He needed to stop doing that, it was a bad habit.

My character wants to start a restaurant in Alleycity and find his ex-girlfriend, and is currently torn between those two goals. If he could he’d do both, but he knows that that isn’t possible, and is trying to decide what to do. He feels like he has to do both.

Stitch walls around the chasm. He was small, even for a Kitsen, but he could walk almost as fast as a human. “Wait!” he calls to Nova and Whiplash. “Somebody as small as me can fit with one of you in those ships. Please, if either of you have any mercy whatsoever, bring me with you!” @Just-A-Stick @Canada Lover

Bob sighed and decided to leave this topic alone for now.

“What we do now is I get Eddie to tell me her secret and then I can die in peace. Or figure out where Metal Bob is.”

No es gramática, pero ese debe ser “Español.”

Dasenk stares at the quokka for a long time before responding. “Your arguments all bear the stench of truth, my dear shower-of-quokkas. I admit that I am guilty of not saying all that could be said, but that is mostly because I did not have much else to add that had not already been said. I think I will take my vote off of Revir, he is looking less and less likely after all of this drama. And yes, I suspect the others. I suspect nearly everybody here. In fact…” Dasenk does a quick head-count, “I suspect everybody here to some extent, but you and Karis less than everyone else. And I do strive against making definitive decisions, keeping my vote on Revir for a good amount of time without moving it, not wishing to move my vote to somebody more controversial that would put more suspicion upon myself, as I do not wish to leave this wonderful village with mistrust on me.”

"Well then it's a good thing that we have all the time in the world. I'm ready to listen."

“Ah. Well, I can see that there is no use getting this information out of you, can you at least tell me why you won’t tell me?”

“According to you, absolutely nothing. As I recall, I’m ‘not worth it.’ But you’re failure to see value in me is why you died, and will come back to bite you in the end.” Bob had absolutely no idea how Eddie died.

Apologies for the confusion. Basically, The Game is a game where you lose if you think about it, and I just started mentioning everybody that I could think of.

“Because,” Smart Bob grimaces, “I will be in your debt if you do.”

Smart Bob runs up to Eddie, just having spotted her. “Eddie!” he screamed. “Now we’re dead! Tell me how you read my mind.” @Edema Rue

I literally just lost earlier today! Let’s see, who did you miss… @Canada Lover @[Redacted] @The Honorable One @CalanoCorvus @Experience @Lord Gregorio @Lord Spirit @Koloss17 @Trusk'our @xinoehp512 @Kajsa :) @Justice_Magician @Just-A-Stick @Cinnamon @Labyrinth

Smart Bob appeared. “Where am I?” he asked. “Is this the afterlife? If so…?” Smart Bob starts walking around. “Anybody seen Dumb Bob or Metal Bob? Or Eddie? I need to find Eddie.”

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Goat for the United States of America.” —Constitution of the United States of America

Mine:

“I like chocolate more than vanilla,” Dasenk says sagely. “And I still suspect Revir somewhat, though I am not quite certain. Scarlet and Sirta are both possibilities, as is Violet for being so quick to defend Sirta. Although defend was a stretch. Really, upon further consideration, it seems that her arguments were logical, though her as a Spiked is certainly possible. Karis of the Meat Pies is, I think, the most likely to not be Spiked, though of course it could be him.”