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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Comments

[hasit]

[She just sort of stares

and stares some more

for a moment, you might be forgiven for thinking she's been stunned speechless, but she recovers spectacularly:]

I'm not dead, you...absolute, worthless, half-witted piece of Bantha-fodder!

[upgradeit]

[whispers:] Are you sure I can't just cut off his arm? It won't kill him, probably.

[hasit]

[oh bless you, you tiny, stabby child]

Don't worry, Hiro. I've got this handled.

[upgradeit]

Ok. But Lekmet gave me a chainsaw, so.

[when will someone let him!! maim or injure gaston!!]

[hasit]

Just because you have a weapon, doesn't mean you should use it.

[stanbyme]

...You want me to get him outta here for ya, honey?

[hasit]

Oh, no. [She gives Stan a look that would almost be amused if it wasn't so deadpan.] He's digging his own grave, here. By all means, let him.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Pause. Oh, right. ]

Of course, of course. My mistake.

[ He smiles, and grabs her hand, raising it up in the air with his own. ]

Support the troops!

[hasit]

[She snatches her hand back at once, scowling at him.]

Touch me again and I'll let Hiro at you with the chainsaw.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He smiles affably and hands her a flyer. ]

Don't forget to vote!

[hasit]

[she just kinda
rips up the flyer in front of his face]