Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
ALL ROLES ARE OUT. PLEASE POST IN THE GAME THREAD NOW!
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Actually, just gimme the mafia please. <.<
No, but seriously. Take your time and best of luck with our work.