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

[nachosquire]

....maybe Gaston?

[He kind of seems like the kind who'd have a chicken for a pet. Or maybe he'd just eat it alive. Who the hell knows with that guy.]

I dunno if I'd want to give it back to him if that was the case, though.

[faciliheir]

... Look, if you're gonna kill this chicken, at least give it to me so it'll die usefully. Gaston will just fry it or something.

[nachosquire]

I'm not going to kill him!

[Marco hugs Hei Hei closer to his chest, away from Freddie with an Offended look on his face.]

We have chicken meat in the kitchen!

[faciliheir]

So, you're gonna keep it? [HOW DISAPPOINTING] Well... At least it could scream and get help if you're being murdered?

[nachosquire]

I'm not going to get murdered, either!

[famous last words]

I'm just gonna keep him until someone else speaks up, and then he's they're problem.

[faciliheir]

What if nobody does? Its owner could be one of our dearly departed, after all.

[nachosquire]

[...he didn't think about that]

Then I guess I'm adopting a chicken into the Diaz family. I could name him something like.. Horchata or.. I dunno.

George.