Week 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well this is all starting to feel incredibly routine. After being trapped here for a month and a half with no sign of rescue, maybe you have just resigned to the idea that you'll never leave this place and that people will keep dying until none of you're are left.

Truthfully, I can't even pretend to make an optimistic about any of this. it's a dark and horrid world you all live in.

There are no new floors today. It seems you finally have access to the whole mansion.

15 people remain]

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[angelgoatdemon]

[He reads Marco's last letter with an unreadable expression, before carefully folding and placing it back for anyone else to read through.

The goat surely has seen better days, and with the recent concussion coupled with grieving...well. Anyway, he approaches Louis.]

Hey. How are you holding up?

[bayoublues]

[At first, he doesn't answer. When he finally speaks, he doesn't look at Lekmet.]

We're all gonna die here. I just know it.

[angelgoatdemon]

Hey. Buddy. Pal. Boy. Friend-o.

[Lightly punches Louis' arm in an awkward, lighthearted manner.]

No matter what happens, we'll make the best of it out of here or in hell.