Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

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Comments

[angelgoatdemon]

[He's definitely reconsidering a Certain Recent Event. Does the plant eat duck meat? He's conveniently got food on his person, showing it to Freddie.]

Hmm.

[faciliheir]

... Got some stuff to work out, my man?

[angelgoatdemon]

[HAHA...] Yeaaah.

[It's been over a month and that's about the only word he could emulate. Time to feed that plant and see how it goes]

[faciliheir]

Just a tiny piece, remember. It's like a baby! A baby that could dissolve your flesh.

[angelgoatdemon]

[He nods and bleats what sounds like 'You got it!' as he shreds the meat a bit more.

By how he's feeding it, he's more careful towards the plant than his own hoof-hand. Oof]

[faciliheir]

... So, I'm not exactly the mental well-being expert of the gang over here? But I don't think ritualistically feeding your dead enemy's body to plants is gonna make you feel any better. It's super wicked and I'm glad I'm here watching this? But it's not gonna help.

[angelgoatdemon]

[He points to the rest of the meat and shakes his head, conveying 'It's not exactly Negaduck's body.' Didn't the guy end up in some weird paint stew?

What should he do, his expression seems to ask.]

[faciliheir]

A metaphorical ritual. Y'know, like Catholics.

[man dating a mute has really made this easier...]

How should I know?

[angelgoatdemon]

[Ohhhh. He understands for a moment, then-- wait what's a catholic?]

Oh.

[Right- daughter of that bonehead guy and all. That's fair and now there's a bit of an awkward air.]

[faciliheir]

You probably wouldn't like the stuff I do to cheer myself up anyway. It's mainly minor felonies.

... Looking at pretty flowers is supposed to cheer people up. That's why they put them on graves. [it isn't] Maybe you should give that a shot.

[angelgoatdemon]

['That's fair,' he shrugs at the mention of crime, but does appreciate the sentiment.]

Hmmmm.

[Time to look back at the plants. How about that poisonous, colourful one over there?]

[faciliheir]

...

Is it working any?

[angelgoatdemon]

[He's gotta do it. He's going to take the plant. Unfortunately before he could even remove it from the soil, he jerks back his hand like he's been burned. Stupid goat.]

AAAGGH!!

[faciliheir]

[. . .]

... You. Okay?

[angelgoatdemon]

[He's trying to do an okay sign, but it turns into "uh. Just a little."

These are all killer plants, aren't they]

[faciliheir]

... Okay, whyyyyyy would that do that to you, exactly? It's not like they shoot poison darts or something.

[angelgoatdemon]

[Just shrugs sheepishly

'I don't know anything about plants????']

[faciliheir]

Maybe you should avoid this room for now. Most of 'em are fine, unless you eat 'em... Just don't come to me for help if you wind up covered in poison ivy or something.

[angelgoatdemon]

[A 'you-got-it' thumbs up! He could probably take care of the second bit if ever comes to that.]