Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well that was a busy day, huh? But despite all that, a good majority of you are reasonable people, and are smart enough to find an escape without resorting to deadly violence. Maybe if you put your heads together, you'll find a way to get out of here! After all, the host is practically in shambles already, what can he do?

The whole first floor of the manor is open for your leasure now, with the only change being that there's now a set of rules in the foyer hanging on the wall.

Let the games begin.]

[MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY]

Comments

[sharpasanarrow]

[His foam body violently trembles with discontent.]

Unhand me at once.

[He tries to break free but, ah, he doesn't have much in the way of muscle.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

The great Squirrel Girl will help your plight.

[Even if she deffo ruffles his hair/hat before she lets go.]

[sharpasanarrow]

[UGH. More touching.]

Thank you, Miss Squirrel Girl.

[He adjusts his hat with the most contempt possible.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No probbo, bobbo.

[Can you feel the shit-eating grin on her face, Mr. Arrow.

Can you]

[sharpasanarrow]

I am no Robert, Miss.

[It's burning into his skin.

His foam skin.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

No prob, Ar- hm.

[Hold on.]

Don't sorrow, Arro. I getcha.

[Close enough.]

[sharpasanarrow]

Yes- very well- thank you.

[At least she's stopped singing and that's all he can ask for.]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Soooooo was your family murdered by a singing, exploding shenanigans man or something?

Oh my god I'm really sorry if your family was murdered by a singing, exploding shenanigans man.

[sharpasanarrow]

I have experienced nothing of the sort.

[Though he has had a run-in with a singing shenanigans man...]

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Sooooooooooooooooooo you're just a downer for kicks?

[sharpasanarrow]

I am not a 'downer', I merely value order.

[...]

And I don't get 'kicks'.

[kickbuttseatnuts]

Ah, so a natural grump.

[sharpasanarrow]

[Hmph.]

I am no grump.