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well...he exploded.

Close enough.

@Rune_Alchemist

I'm dissolve into confetti and candy. MINE SHALL BE A FESTIVE END! TAKE THAT, ZOLDBRO, WHAT WITH YOUR EXPLOSIVE BOOM BOOM DOOM DEATH!

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@Ogobrogo

But I hear roasted frog tastes good :o

@Daxam

BEGONE, FRENCHMAN! My legs are for jumping, not for nomming.

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soooo....you'll follow in the steps of Zol?

grabs popcorn

this should be good.

@Rune_Alchemist

Zol already did it...? Shoot...gotta come up with something original then.

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Quit being over dramatic. You're scaring the new guy :P

@Rune_Alchemist

Over dramatic? I'm a dramaqueen. It's what we do T-T OTHERWISE WE WILL LITERALLY COMBUST! I DUN WANNA BE FLAMES, RUNEBRO!

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Hi, are you guys still open to new folks? XD

@GamerXZ

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Oh look.

New sacrifices for the dark god! people friends!~

Welcome new friends!~

Sure, just go ahead and submit a CS to all three of us GMs and we shall look over the CS~

@Rune_Alchemist

Poor Gamer...s/he knows not what s/he's in for.

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WATCH OUT DAX! HE BREAKS OUT WHIPS! THE FLOGGING HURTS USSSSSS!

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~Tabitha Turner~

“I’ve got an idea…”

Tabby shot Anouk a puzzled look. Was her new roomie a devious mastermind as well? Because that would be the bee’s knees, man. She didn’t get long to ponder. The chica launched over to her and grabbed her shoulders, repeating what she had just said, this time with more...gusto.

“It’s-so-simple! This-idea-is-so-stupid-that-it-must-work-out-well!”

Anouk paused to catch her breath, which was impressive in and of itself. Tabitha couldn’t quite remember the last time she saw someone actually get winded by talking. Though to this chick’s credit, she was probably the first person Tabby had met to put this much...raw emotion into her everyday speaking.

Not going to lie, it was pretty gnarly.

“We need the demon thing not to eat us, don’t we?”

“I’d prefer not being eaten, personally.”

Her snark was rather low and mostly to herself. Honestly, she probably didn’t even notice she had said anything.

“So it’s really simple: We give her an offering which she will eat instead of us! All we have to do is sneak into the kitchens, liberate some raw meat and give it to her! It’s perfect! All we have to do is turn the lights off and then you can sneak in and grab it…”

Tabby blinked. This smelled like by far the most outrageous, most asinine, most suicidal plan that she had ever heard. And the most brutal. This would, without a doubt, secure their places as the baddest bitches in the school if they did this. Fuck legends, they’d be motherfuckin’ superheroes if they pulled it off.

Tabitha matched Anouk’s grin. If she wasn’t sold already, the brunette’s next couple lines did the trick.

“And I know exactly how to get those lights off…I’ll just have to use the power of AC/DC.”

Sparks shot off of her fingers.

“I’ll guarantee ya...they’ll be Thunderstruck!”

Tabby actually staggered back a bit. She had heard some kickass one-liners in her time, but this? This one won outright. She was nearly moved to tears. She opened her mouth, fumbling her words, but eventually she nodded and held up her hand for a fistbump. Saying anything right now would just ruin the moment. After the down and dirty knuckle on knuckle action, Tab made sure she had her bag and walked out into the hall. She did a quick scan to see if anyone happened to be around. Nada.

And with that, she strolled down the hall, trusting Anouk to be behind her. Which might not have been the best idea. Tabby wasn’t exactly the best with directions. Although, she could probably find it by smell alone. If there is food, there shall be Tabby. Such is the unwritten law of the universe. Somebody really should get around to writing that down.

She reached the end of the hall, paused, and looked back, just to make sure her pal was there.

“Let’s roll, yo.”

She pondered for a moment about what this plan meant. If they were caught...well...that wouldn’t be pretty. Ditching class and breaking into the kitchen? On the first day? Probably not the best. And what if the monster decided to eat them along with the meat?

…

It didn’t matter. This was their best shot at not dying a horribly gruesome death. Even if there was only a ten percent chance of surviving...well that was better than zero, right?

…

Right?

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I'm ready. Point me towards the nonposters.

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I've prelit some torches and I'm currently sharpening some pitchforks. We're entering in to post-or-die territory now. >:)

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We must construct an monument to your victory. Brb, grabbing cardboard and glue.

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Posts? POSTS?! POSTS?!!
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I like posts.

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~Graham Turner~

Oh God.
Oh God.
Oh God.
No.
Oh God.
She’s coming this way.
Oh God.
No.
Please.
No.
God no.
Please.
Please.
Huh??

Meredith strolled over to him and she had a rather sweet smile on her face. Which might have been, y’know, soothing, but for whatever reason Graham still felt his blood turn to ice. Then something wrong brushed against his back. The beast giggled.

“Looks like someone is drinking way too early this morning~ You alright? It would be a shame,”

My, what large teeth you have, Grandma. And a drink would be lovely right about now.

“If you,”

The tendril flew across his neck, wrapping tightly and squeezing. Graham coughed silently. He was absolutely positive that this was against like...all of the laws. Forever. Bad alien teacher. ABUSE! THIS WAS ABUSE!

“Got hurt~”

Lying sack of shit.

Welp. He began rising once more. Did people not see his legs? They worked, y’know. He wasn’t a fucking puppet or doll that had to be manhandled. In any case, he was once more on his feet. Seriously though, what kind of incompetent asswipe hired a fucking monster to be around teenagers?

“So...please don’t do anything foolish like this again in the future, or I’ll have to do something...unpleasant.”

…

Did…

Did she just threaten him? Was she serious? She couldn’t just DO that...could she?

…

I’m not in Kansas anymore…

“Ehehe you seem to be fine! Go take a seat somewhere!~ Maybe by this Gracie person?”

Graham frowned as the monster turned to the class and...ugh...touched him again. He looked at Gracie who was staring at him. She was here. Why the hell was she here? HOW the hell was she here? He had way too many questions to ask, and might have taken the monster’s suggestion and sat by her...but she was in the front. That wasn’t fuckin’ happening. He would kindly take a spot as far from the beast as possible. So Graham turned back to the seat he had originally eyed and strolled over to it, sliding into the desk behind the slumbering blonde. Some dude near Gracie had asked the beast a question, and Graham silently thanked him.

Anything that made this Cthulhu knock-off less likely to consume his soul, the better, really.

The lad opened his bag and looked at the mess inside. He uh...wasn’t too stellar at the whole packing thing. He stuck an arm inside and flailed about looking for a notebook. He found one and pulled it out before doing the same for a pen. He then turned to a random page and began doodling, effectively checking out.

There were ink dragons that needed life, dammit.

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~Gracie Turner~

“Gracie?!”

The familiar voice caught Gracie off-guard, but she quickly regained her composure as she turned to face it. And lo and behold, her ‘big’ brother had decided to drop in, quite literally, she might add.

Oh. The Potato has this class, too? Hmm…

She wasn’t necessarily disappointed, she did like Graham well enough, but despite being a bit of a dweeb, he didn’t have many redeeming qualities, like Tabby. Oh well. Maybe she’d torture him if she got bored enough.

She then noticed Ms. Hillard head toward Graham. She bent down and Gracie almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Ms. Hillard had...tentacles. So it was true...she really WAS something nonhuman...Gracie barely contained a squee. She was fascinated by creatures like this in her fantasy stories. The ones that walked amongst the humans without the latter ever suspecting a thing, just to morph into a nightmarish abomination and unleash its wrath upon the town. Although, maybe that particular situation would be...unpleasant in this circumstance.

She did have a rather kind smile on her face…

She seemed legitimately concerned over the youngest Turner, and as such, won a few points in Gracie’s eyes. She even helped him to his feet. How very thoughtful. Gracie full on missed the threat though.

The teacher turned back and a guy near her asked a question. Gracie made eye contact with Graham...what did he want? Then she noticed an empty desk near her. She silently begged anything that may be listening to convince the boy to choose another seat. She loved him, but dammit, she wasn’t about to do his work for him or let him copy her homework when he inevitably ended up being too lazy to do it.

Ultimately, he ended up heading towards the back of the room and Gracie let out a sigh of relief.

She returned her gaze to Ms. Hillard and awaited her next words with bated breath.