♦ pitied by @engineNoise
Oh, Felt Manor, I’m just feeling kinda low. (A new door appears where there wasn’t one before. Inside is a computer, which can send email.) Oh shit, for real?
He voted to vent me the last round!!! AND CABBIE WAS THE IMPOSTER.
"Who could have done this?" HE ASKS. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/817b349c7ba4.png
>:/
Detective Tip: I'm not mad. Don't put it in the papers that I got mad.
I'm mad.
Detective Tip: When a group of gangsters tell you it's going to be "just some light fun and games, no stakes, the alliances don't even matter", they are actually tricking you into an elaborate humiliation ritual.
Detective Tip: Being a good detective does not make you good at Among Us.
ANDYOUGUYSVENTEDMETWOTIMESANDIWASNEVERTHEIMPOSTER.
Tch. Wish you were now. It'd save a lot on gas...
Feel da same way. Wait, since when did we have our own cabbie? Not that I'm complainin', mind you...
Actively repressin' the thought of a dame version of my crew. Actively repressin' the thought of me as a dame. Just gotta stay focused. Stay focused, Crowbar. Stay focused...
Oh! Shit! Yeah, uh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. (Gestures vaugely) that. This. Yeag
The sheer amount of noise and movemnt the last few days was driving me crazy. Leave it to the Felt to host a tea party where someone fucking dies(?), I guess. Not like it’s usualy much calmer than that, but still. It s the principle
Christ, Red Bulls really just taste like sweet gasoline after a minute. My sleep secdule is ruined, and surprisingly, that’s only about a *quarter* of the cause.,
God, the manor is so horrifically eerie once everyone else is finally asleep. No noise except for the simultaneous ticking of a thousand clocks, and the background hum of the electricity in the walls. At least, I hope it’s the electricity I’m hearing. The whole place glows, ever so faintly…
\\i am so sorry things have all happened so fast
btw, four people not in the manor, @scratchDoctor and @onescratchOfmany are dueling in the courtyard. taking bets. vote ♥/♦ to bet on @scratchDoctor or ♠/♣ to bet on @onescratchOfmany ! #truecue
What's stopping you, ダーリン~? I'm prime for the taking, plus Cabbie is being a weird fuck with this person.
KKAJSJHDDGGDEVDEGDE have fun buddy I mean that genuinely I promise
I'm suddenly significantly less horny.
Also, nicknames already? Oh Buddy.
I’M UNEMPLOYED MAN I don’t have anything ELSE to be doing
EHHHH???
Never,ind I don’t work anywhere or do anything, ever. Post canceled. Account canceled. Website canceled. Life canceled
Still futzing with it, but at least I finally thought of a fucking username lmao
My friend Cabbie @engineNoise made me get on this site lol. So. Here I am I guess
GIVE ME RIGHT NOW PUSH IT THROUGH THE PHONE SCREEN
HUH?????????? I've been going through all of these fucking rooms and now I'm just... What-- what the fuck. Went through a fucking cave and now I'm just... WHAT??? https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b2af35054325.jpg
#fishingfriday is the work of the felt.
On bed rest. Bad intel is a killer, usually. But the lucky schmuck lives to bleed on the suits.
Healing up. In theory. Every bump on the boards makes the muscles jitter. Pinheads have such a way with reprieve.
Bullet wounds itch. Not going to stop me from hip-firing into a sea of loonish wannabe bank guardians. New perspective for torment down the line. Note to self: pull Nine aside for a candid stripe-to-solid directive on that. #blood #gore mention #torture mention
The shoulder is still stiff, but the arm's good to fire a handgun. Doc says: "Back to the trenches." Paraphrased. He's never been blessed with brevity. #worklifebalance
Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png
Enjoy your drive. I wanted a walk, or I would have joined you.
I'm deeply disappointed that I even have to say this, but a little motormouth who spent most of the night either on the floor or shoving his tongue in someone else's throat decided to @ our whole social circle with a baseless accusation. I. Did not. "Hook Up". With Slick. #teatime
WHAT THE FUCK SLICK HOOKED UP WITH SNOWMAN????? @slowDozer @amorousFortune @fivefingerFillet @sixpinsImpaled @misterSeven @exiledUniverse @banishedQuasiroyal @adamnGoodtailor @sawBuck @mrBenedict @imBiscuits @maximsBelt @engineNoise
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Captain's Log ----------- #journal #viewed-oocly #inperson #narration #teatime (Omnipotent / Seer muses like Scratch may potentially read it) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ~ On the 29th ~ ------ Even the Midnight Crew cannot 8e trusted to stay on the enemy side of the Felt, perched 8eside their foes while a so8er host drowns them with drink. It would not surprise me to learn that their coffers have 8een emptied and the coordin8tes of their oper8tions compromised. Honour is a stranger here; no one will name an adversary without turning the encounter into a message of attraction. I arrived at the venue only after my m8tesprit inspired me to attend, pointing out the opportunity to pilfer from their ranks instead of 8ecoming one of his putrid guests. His underestim8tion of me was, in hindsight inevita8le, and when he dispatched his lesser goons to my loc8tion inside his study, I was already prepared with an escape route. It is a shame I never had the chance to converse with the woman cloaked in 8lack starlight. From his former Ms. Eight to his newly‑appointed Ms. Eight—8oth would have made for interesting convers8tion, or 8attle. I have yet to decide which would have occurred. Nevertheless, I came 8earing spoils. The portrait that hung over his mantle still mocked the memory of my fleet reduced to ash, which I removed. When he pretended it a “gift” to me, I knew the time had come to erase that faceless smugness once and for all. There was little time to fill the chest; these men can vanish at a whim, or so the Handmaid of my youth recounted tales of her co-workers to the young girl I once was. I wonder how she fares now, and whether I ought to act. While everyone else 8ends the knee to those green jesters, even those I once 8elieved were allies, I am 8eginning to suspect that perhaps it has solely 8een I who can set her free of her master.
It is ill advised to take more than 2 aspirin at a time.
thank you for 10k kults! i will post my proper thank you when i am back from the party ^0^ (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, i hope the dress fits!, archive rating: G) #teatime
they are getting ash Øn the flØØr. hate. hate. #teatime
How about a dry martini? I'm going to need it.
hook me up bar tendy
man like i Dont know what that means but hell yeah
Tea's good. Does this post cover all my obligations. #TeaTime
Correcting my Chittr from the last. Bells taste like copper caegers. #teatime
I'm no gentleman, I'm a criminal. Get with the program.
As much as I appreciate the offer, the manor'd be up in flames as soon as they realize I'm gone. Sure there's other Sevens, but between you and me,I trust em as far as I can throw them, and I know they'd put up a good fight.
Wonder who I gotta kill for a vacation.
think so. four once i'm not hopin' four a fourth.
#feltmanorpsa at least it's lime flavored jello this time.
My car's still in the shop. Crew got to it.
Turn around, idiot.
he's fine! was just havin' a momentary gay crisis.
i can hear crowbar smashing bottles with his namesake.
It wasn't the kitchen this time. The clowns made him their sacrifice. Maybe I am harsh, but these boys don't seem to respond to anything else, and I tried, many times.
Ayyy, I'm back. Show me love, bitches.
Of all the nights to have insomnia. Die hasn't stopped crying for god knows how long.
Remember who you're driving with.
nah, probably an award or something... but um. thanks for being nice to me.
yeah but nobody's nice to me so it feels weird are you gonna stab me in the back of something?
burnt down. but the emerald one is next!! to!!!! my!!!! room!!!!!! it's too cold to sleep and nobody wants to lend me their blanket. i told them ingot treated for the fleas months ago!!!!!
i am home!!! the emerald green kitchen next to my room is still frozen so i can't sleep. i hate everything.
Surrounded by idiots.
can't a man get twenty hours of sleep a day without idiots yelling in the halls
ummmm if our driver is here can he drive me out of this mortal coil #emo #nihilism #lifesucks
