Witch Cat

THIS OR THAT

Techopathy. Time to get my hacking gloves on.

Death by drowning or burning?

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Sylvia Strange

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Location:Inn → Outside
Interacting With: Noone

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Sylvia remained still for a what felt like eternity, her stony face was set into a neutral and never changing expression. She gazed coldly at her cup of coffee, the spoon inside magically stirring itself, the soft clinks and Sylvia’s breathing being the only thing that ever moved or made a sound. Sylvia felt nothing at that moment, she couldn’t feel herself sinking into the mattress of her bed or the sudden chill that enveloped the room. She didn’t dare move, she didn’t want to risk it, she knew that if he dared think or move, she’d turn into a weeping and snotty mess.

Two incredibly shitty things just slammed into her one after the other. The memory of it was becoming cloudy then sharp then cloudy again, as if her mind wanted to purge it from her memory, but she couldn’t. In the brief moments when she could remember what exactly happened just a few minutes ago, she saw herself tearing up as she read an expected email. She only remembers brief snippets from it now.

She remembers the sender trying to sound caring, but it just came off as ingenious and robotic. The e-mail informed her about a fire that happened at her home, that her brother died and they needed her to identify the body. The second punch to the gut came when she felt It coming. She didn’t know what or who It was, she always relied on Belial to tell her such thing, but right now, the jungle spirit was tight-lipped. Sylvia just knew something very, very bad and deadly was going to happen. A part of her wished it was a meteor hurdling straight after her, ending herself. She felt as if she had nothing to live for. Her only true friend, and family member she cared about was now with the Angels, he left her alone and lost in this world, and how couldn’t she feel bitter about it?

Sylvia sighed, a choked sob escaping too as she got off her bed, angrily smashing her mug on the floor. The shattering glass brought her some comfort as she left out her frustrated emotions, but now she just wanted to swallow the glass. The dark liquid within was now pooling on the floor, the bits of glass sparkling in the mixture like stars when sunlight hit the deadly shards. Sylvia flicked her hand and the shards dispersed, scurrying off into some dark corner where hopefully room service would clean it up.

Now wasn’t the time to sit around destroying the room, she needed to pull herself together. The thought of her brother watching over her and him seeing her act like a crying child gave her the determination she needed to finally pack up and leave. She didn’t bother to do a clean sweep of the room, she just knew she had to get out now and fast. She probably left some vials around, but it didn’t matter to her, she got the most important stuff and just left. No goodbye, or informing the old lady at the desk, she just left.

Sylvia tried walking down with the same confident stride she always had, but she frequently found herself wiping away tears as passed people running around like headless chicken. She didn’t even bother calling up a taxi, she just hoped she’d see on along the way, and if she didn’t. Then she had a long way to walk. Anything to prolong the inevitable.

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Eudora Esmeralda Erebus

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Location: On the Floor → Her Hut
Interacting With: Inconsiderate Driver

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Eudora stared down the cat, refusing to budge as the mangy feline hissed. ”If it weren’t for mine good nature you’d be-”, Eudora was suddenly cut off by a shrieking horn, she turned and met with the shocked eyes of a driver behind the tinted windows of his car. The poor soul tried to swerve, only to have accidently crashed into Eudora, sending her flying off the road and onto the sidewalk near-by. ”Fool of a Took!” the enraged witch yelled to the driver, comically shaking her fist at him as she propped herself up. Eudora heard some concerning cracks as she lifted herself up, but thought nothing of it. It would take more than that to crack this tough nut. However, Eudora isn’t as durable now as she was in her youth, if she even had a youth. Her memory was getting worse day by day, and so was her durability. A dull and painful ache spread across her body as she limped towards the driver, spouting off curses (both the magic and non-magic kind), wishing that his milk will always sour and his clothes will be too small.

Eudora saw the man step out, wide-eyed and shocked as she spat out question upon question, constantly asking her if she’s ok as Eudora tried pushing him away. Eudora furrowed her wrinkly eyebrows as she prepared to hurl every (non-magic) curse she knew, words so vulgar it’d make the Devil wince.

She stopped, her toothless mouth agape as she felt a shudder of impending doom wash over her. “M-mam, are you ok?” he was genuinely worried as Eudora looked like she was going to have a stroke in front of him. ”Back off! I’ve got work to do!” she said as she fulfilled karma by shoving him to the floor too as she waddled away surprisingly fast back to her home. Something nasty was coming this way and she wanted as many protective barriers between her and It as possible.

Google Picture War

Not so fast there

THIS OR THAT

Pop. POP. POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP. (I really like Pop)

Hypotechical situation here. Let's say there is a school bus full of kids hurdling down a bridge and it'll fall into the ocean where all the kids will slowly freeze to death, no survivors. Here is where the choice comes in. There is also a bomb on the bus, and you're given a button that, when pressed, will cause the bus to explode, killing everyone instantly and peacefully. There are some conditions, though, let the bus fall into the ocean and everyone will know you did nothing to help the kids, however, blow the bus up and no one will ever know you did it.

So, what do you do?

Six Letters

Dick Sucking Cock Ogling, Radical Dickhead.

M I S T A K

Wrath of the Gods

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Danielle Zatara

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Location: Probably a TV Show’s Set
Interacting With: Everything

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The lofty smell of breakfast woke Danielle’s mind. She rose from her back, eyes screwed shut as she stretched, the therapeutic cracks of her bones sending shivers down her spine as she finally opened her eyes, feeling herself sink into a soft mattress as her mind and eyes fully woke.

Danielle suddenly threw herself out of bed, a choked gurgle of surprise escaping her lips as she wrestled off the strangely warm and soft blankets. Despite the bed being inviting, and the room homey, the sudden realisation that this was not her room snatched away any comfort from this place.

Danielle’s legs wobbled in their heels as she struggled to compose herself, before finally regaining her posture, feeling like an absolute mess, but not looking like one. Despite just recently waking up from a stranger’s bed before wrestling with herself off it, her clothes and hair were pristine. Not a strand of hair was out of place, and not a wrinkle was on her ironed shirt. Danielle had no idea what she was so worried about. No one hurt her, she wakes up in a room you expect to see in a magazine detailing pretty stuff she’ll never be able to afford, and an aroma of coffee wafted in the room. ”No, no, no, she repeated feverishly in her mind, nothing about this added up at all. Her eyes lit up as she surveyed the room once more, it was all too pretty.

The wooden floorboards were polished to a shine, and had an exquisitely made Persian carpet elegantly thrown over it. The room was large, and homey. Paintings of artists she never heard of adorned the walls, the paintings themselves a vivid purple and gold. A sharp contrast to the egg-shell white of the walls. A large bookshelf neatly kept at the end of one of the walls, an artificial fireplace, coffee table. Just clutter everywhere, but it was organised clutter.Just a little bit of everything to make a place feel like home.

What intrigued her most, however, was the full length window propped on the farthest wall from the door. Danielle could see clearly through the smooth glass, rolling meadows of emerald green grass, the heat of the noonday sun beating down, pooling it’s golden light as in the middle of the shimmering gold sat her mothe-

The scene quickly shifted. The figure was now gone, emptiness took it’s spot as the inky black sky was illuminated by the sickly glow of the moon hanging overhead, yet the room Danielle was in remained bright without any visible light source. The image was now showing her the outside of her humble apartment, splintery door and all. Danielle quickly came to the conclusion that this was a TV, it had to be, even though it was connected to nothing and she couldn’t see a single LED as she pressed her face close to the screen, it just had to be TV. Hell, she might even be in a TV show. Some sick twisted show with too high of a budget. She could see it now, a hyped up 30 year old trying to act 18 busting in and hollering, “You just got D’ed on!” or whatever the show’s stupid catchphrase was.

She faced the door, anticipating someone to come through already and they would all have a big laugh and this would be over. But nothing came. Her shoes clacked against the hardwood floor, shattering the silence in the room as she made way to the door, just then she noticed a slip of paper laid on the floor. Danielle bent over and picked it up, her eyes skimming down the letter hoping for an explanation.

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The Grand Hotel and Casino of Saint Epipodius

Dear whatever individual(s),
Welcome to our not-so-humble establishment! Within your rooms you will find everything to make you feel at home, but don't get too comfortable! A meeting in regards to your current kidnappee status will begin at 8PM sharp, in the main foyer. Snacks will be available there, or at your room while you wait.

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Her nails dug into the scented paper as she read the swoopy, gold writing. She let out a frustrated grunt as she slipped the note into her pocket, thinking about suing whoever did this for millions.

Danielle banged open the door, a bit more loudly than she intended, and strode through the threshold. The smell of a hotel hitting her hard and fast as she was left blinking in total confusion in a long, and narrow corridor.

”Hello?”

Six Letters

Silly Yemens Really Integrated Amazingly, Noob.

P E R S I A

Google Picture War

"Did I hear someone say they're a PALADIN?"

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, but you have to pay for it. And now you're broke for the rest of your life.

I wish Leafy would get a chin.

THIS OR THAT

Literature. Math is for neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerds.

Here's a classic. Speak every language, or be able to play every instrument?