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[007n7-askblog]

Do you...want a hug?

— 🪷💫 anon

007n7 hesitated, tensing ever so slightly. “…yeah. That would be nice.”

[007n7-askblog]

Hey there Seven!

Got a little question for you! What's your favourite flower and why?

- 🪷💫 anon

“Oh, uhm… I’m not too sure. I like dandelions. I know they’re not technically flowers, but…” He paused, folding his hands over each other and placing them in his lap. “c00lkidd really liked them. They were his favourite. He’d always pick them and he’d always bring them to me all happy. Sorry, I’m being all mushy right now. I’m not… doing too well.”

[007n7-askblog]

“Like what?”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̑̑̿͛̉̽̇��̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̆͋̐̿̏]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

“Ah.”

Two Time continued staring, that same, mildly unnerving smile on their face. Their gaze never let up, and they didn’t even seem to blink.

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Two Time hummed, their tail flicking behind them. “What are you doing out in the dead of night? I assumed only 7n7 and I had the lack of a sleep schedule.”

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Two Time continued slicing through weeds with their dagger, noticing the bright, vibrant colours of clothing and they stopped their cutting. Stalking him like a cat would, they quietly snuck through the fields, ending up behind him. They blended into the night scarily well, and they weren’t even noticeable until they spoke.

“Hello.”

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Unfortunately, Two Time was an insomniac and they were also outside, cutting weeds with their dagger with movements so precise they had to have been rehearsed. They were sat in the silence, the only sound being the snapping of the weeds. Azure taught them the difference between sprouting plants and parasitic ones, a long, long, time ago. Good times, back then. Everything was much more simple.

The air was cool, but not cold. The plants rustled in the breeze, and they took the time to savour the moment. It was quite nice. The dark light made them almost completely blend in, the monochrome colours they wore and their silence allowed them to be virtually unnoticed. They didn’t intend to be sneaky, they were ultimately just a quiet person.

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

007n7 took a while to rest, but after a while, he managed to fall into a light sleep.

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

007n7 sat in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He shared a cabin with Two Time, since they both weren’t very well-liked, and they often stayed up as late—if not later—than he did. He always debated on telling them to sleep, but he knew that would be hypocritical since his sleep schedule was actual dog shit.

He sighed, sitting up and taking his glasses off. Today was busy. If he had more rounds tomorrow he was genuinely going to cry. Three in one day, that was a first.

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Everyone went off to do their own thing, some leaving the cabin to go sleep and others staying and talking. Dusekkar and Taph were giggling with each other in the corner, Elliot was reprimanding Chance for their continuous gambling, Builderman was scolding Shedletsky for being so reckless last round, Noob and Guest were piecing together bracelets from little scraps of beads and string they could find, and Two Time and 007n7 had went to bed.

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Elliot took one, bowing his head respectfully. “Thank you sir!”

“Thanks, man,” Chance said, taking one before walking off with Elliot.

007n7 walked up, picking on up nervously—like he was expecting that he wasn’t allowed it. “Thank you.”

“May Spawn bless you.”

“Thank ya for yer kindness, sir.”

“Thanks!”

“Uh, t-thank you…”

“I thank thee.”

‘Thank you!’

“Thanks.”

(Ignore if unwanted! @talesofferalion and their current fave rp acc they own: @silhouette-of-a-shadefang )

[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

“Oh shit,” Shedletsky said, kicking his feet off the chair he was sitting on. They found where the bandages were stashed, and Builderman was currently in the process of wrapping up the injuries he got from 1x. “Can you get me one?”

“You can get one yourself,” the CEO answered.

“Fiine.”

“Don’t get up yet! I’m not done!”

“Ughhh. Fine.”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Builderman nearly tweaked when he saw the state of Shedletsky’s hands, and really, just him in general, and he dragged him off so they could go find wherever Elliot kept the medical supplies. Mostly Builderman scolded him while the swordfighter skipped along beside him. There was a high chance he wasn’t even listening.

007n7 sighed, rubbing his eyes. If he had to do another damn round today he was going to shoot himself a second time. He quietly exited the cabin, being unnoticed among the chatter and conversation. He sighed, making his way to his cabin and leaning against the porch railing. “Goddammit…”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

Shedletsky managed to loop her for most of the round, landing a few slashes so he could get more distance. He brought her to Builderman’s sentry, taking the opportunity to eat his chicken and get his health up.

He got hit by a mass infection and he chirped, checking the timer. 20 seconds. He felt a sword pin him to the wall by the throat and he thrashed, wrapping his hands around the blade to try to get it away. It, obviously, didn’t work, only managing to get his hands cut up.

“Any last words, Telamon?”

He smiled. “I love you.”

“…what?”

Then the round ended.

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

It was pretty unsuccessful, since Shedletsky had her in near-constant motion.

Shedletsky sent him a glare, which was unusual for him since he was a normally very laidback, happy-go-lucky guy. “You better back the fuck off.”

“Thank you!” He said, going back to focusing on 1x. He parried a hit with his sword, landing a slash right after.

“I see you still have hatred within you.”

“What can I say? I can’t be full of whimsy all the time!”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

“Fuck you, I’m genderfluid!” 1x shouted back, managing to hit him with a mass infection.

Shedletsky sighed. “I should go help him, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, ya probably should.”

“Alright, I’ll be back.”

The swordfighter waltzed up to his daughter 1x, landing a slash and bringing their attention to him. “Heyyyy.”

She eventually stopped being stunned, and he took that as his queue to run. Looping around an object, he missed getting hit by an entanglement by a hair, his wings folding closer to his back. “Whoa.”

“Fuck you!”

“Damn.”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.

[007n7-askblog]

1x1 hummed, shifting his attention to Shadefang. She threw an entanglement, hitting him. She took the Daemonshank and slashed him, green particles swarming around her.

Shedletsky mumbled a curse under his breath, walking over to Builderman and his dispenser. “Heyy.”

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[THIS ROUND'S KILLER: S̴̯͔̭̍̿͌̂̂̋͝h̸̜̙̹̥̰̤̣̻̫͍̉̆͜ả̷͎̯͕̼̝̙̂̋̀̑̽̊̋́͒́d̷͉͓͖̮̲̠̖̥͕̞̭̟̾̈́̒̒̀͊̀̏̃͘͘e̶̻̱͒̌͋̃̀̎̎̊̌̕̚f̸͖̲̤̩̬̻̩̯̤̯̣̤̲̈̈͆͑̎̋͌͂̒̄̀̏̐̚̕͝à̵͙̣̫̦̠͇̤̪̥͕̞͈̘͔̦́̈́͊̏̌̌̚͠ṋ̸̢̢̞̥͎͙͉̳̥̲̠̎̾̍̄̇̿̒̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͠g̷̩͈̦̫͇̭̫̬̯̠̯͓͖͈̗̑̑̿͛̉̽̇̆͋̐̿̏̚]

The intro screen had bugged out this round. Something else appeared instead of one of the usual killers, and the moment the round began a music-box mix of Grim Grinning Ghosts could be heard in the distance. There seemed to be an unusual amount of generators- perhaps one was a fake. But as the newcomer's laugh cut through the air, one thing was clear- this wasn't just trying to escape a killer, but something much worse.

"I always did love a good game of cat n' mouse..." the newcomer mused as the sickles in his hands shone with otherworldly light in the distance. This wasn't a normal being. This was Shadefang, the youngest of the Feralion Royal family and recent victim of hunters having just lost the last of his sanity and decided he would be the one to rival the sadistic might of those who wronged his kingdom. "Just gotta find the buggers before I strike." He muttered, spinning the sickles.

007n7 sighed as he was pulled into yet another round, his vision a bit blurry but nothing he wasn’t used to. He approached a nearby generator, inhaling sharply as the colours were far too similar to him. Damn colourblindless. He finished one puzzle, and began working on the next one, the wires snapping together once he got the colours matched correctly.

Something about this round felt… off, but maybe he was just being paranoid. He’s always been the anxious type, even back in college. He was probably just exaggerating. That’s happened more than he’d like to admit.