Week 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thanks to Freddie, it seems as though you’ve dealt your first, honest blow to Randall. Truly a fitting end to the Randall Rech Zone. Sadly, you’re still stuck here, but something inside you is nagging at you to keep your head up. This late in the game, nobody has to be willing to resort to murder.

...Right?

12 people remain]

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[bayoublues]

[Louis scoffs when he hears Rand--the Hatbox Ghost Who Is Very Clearly Not Randy. He has no regrets. What would he ever regret in life? He had all he needed back in New Orleans.

When he opens his envelope, however, his eyes widen and he glances over his shoulder. It's a picture of a firefly, holding what looks to be a voodoo amulet. His expression is panicked and it's clear that he's flying away from something.

The gator quietly tucks it back into the envelope, turning to address Not Randall.]

C'mon, you can do better than that! It's--It's not like he had a long life to go, anyways!

[candlelightsflicker]

Hey. Don’t talk to me about living. I’m a ghost.