Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Listen...Kipper, I don't want to be all pedantic or anything, but how do you know for sure? Just because you were told so? By who? The fucking network that lied to you and screwed you over with a hostile takeover?

Just...saying. Sometimes a thing seems so real that you wouldn't be able to tell. If it wasn't.

[theoverseen]

Uh, because I remember coming here from the network to set up.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And you're sure those memories are real, that all that happened in reality?

...Hey, do me a favor and hit me, cuz I'm like teetering way on the edge of falling down the rabbit hole and taking the red pill or...the blue one, or whichever.

[theoverseen]

I can't sleep if I don't have a sweet honey to snuggle up to, and I don't have any missing chunks of memory where I might've gotten knocked out, so yeah, I'm sure.

[He'll reach over and give you a sharp pinch on the arm, instead, twisting and pulling some arm hair.]

That work?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ow! I said hit me, not fucking give me an indian burn! [yep he's back] Jesus...did you seriously just say 'a sweet honey' in all seriousness?