WEEK 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's been a month now, and even more people keep dying. Even more, one of the beloved (if.... very weird) guests killed two people just because it was "funny", and while there seems to be other people they don't seem too interested in helping out or even being seen.

This week a new land opens to the public which, depending on the last trial might be a blessing or a curse.]

17 Guests Remain

[SATURDAY SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

Comments

[treefetish]

[like another full minute of silence]

Door's open!

[oh_worm]

[ okay, so the burnt milk smell isn't death, that's a plus

just goes ahead and steps in ]

You doing okay in here?

[treefetish]

[sloooooooooowly raises hand

gives thumbs up

but y'know she's also on the ground rn so]

[oh_worm]

You sure? In my experience, floor thumbs-ups aren't the most reliable source of data.

[treefetish]

... I mean, I'm not not okay. Which is nice. Also, the floor is great. You should appreciate the floor!

[oh_worm]

Oh trust me, I appreciate floors, but sometimes people go on them because being on their feet is too much, you know? But you aren't crying, so that's a solid indicator you're not like... doing a depression thing.

[treefetish]

No, no, no! It's nothing like that. [beat] I mean, it was, but not anymore. I'm okay now.

[oh_worm]

What... changed? Exactly?

[treefetish]

[she wordlessly lifts up her other hand, which has a pipe in it]

[oh_worm]

Oh, that makes sense. It's a drugs thing. Weed?

[treefetish]

Space weed!

[EYES WIDEN]

You're from space too!

[oh_worm]

Oh man, uh... do you have a name for it besides "space weed," that's a big concept.

[treefetish]

[shakes head] No, that's just what he called it.

[oh_worm]

What who called it?

[treefetish]

King Dice!

[oh_worm]

[ A long pause ]

And it's helping?

[treefetish]

[nods slowly]

Really helping.

[oh_worm]

...

[ She sighs ]

I really shouldnt, but... what are your teen years if not for trying space weed? Can I try some?

[treefetish]

[she beams and holds out the pipe to her]

... There's probably a non-zero amount of my spit on this. Sorry.

[oh_worm]

It's fine. Spit is fine.

[ She takes the pipe and does a completely non-frederator-sanctioned smoke, albeit awkwardly. ]

[treefetish]

[cool hope you like opium]

It's nice, right?

[oh_worm]

[ it's fine this is fine ]

Yeah, it's... nice. Huh.

[treefetish]

Now you don't have to think about anything either!

[oh_worm]

I don't remember the last time I wasn't thinking about something. This is... new.

[treefetish]

It's nice! This was really, just... It was a good plan. I like how this turned out. First thing to go right here.