Far above the village...
...in a Victorian mansion...
...lived a sad little orphan girl, all alone. With no one to love her, to hold her, to give her a name.
Take sympathy on the child, name the girl now.
> Lynne Nightshade.
-Sincerely, Sharkalien
>Victoria Mcstrof.
> haunted child
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> Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way
affectionately
You have been invited to partake in the GAME OF GODS. YOU are JUNE EGBERT, taking your seat at the BLUE SIDE of the table, and we are all VERY PROUD OF YOU. Your opponents are THE LATE NAGITO KOMAEDA, FUNKO POP VRISKA SERKET, and SOME GUY IN A HAT.
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It just occurred to me you probably need some command commands too. Sorry chick
> Examine magazine.
> Walk into balcony.
> Examine poster that looks suspiciously like you.
> Acquire scissors, sister.
> Lounge on alcove and gaze wistfully out the window, clutching your favorite plush animal closely.
-Sincerely, Sharkalien
> Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way
As she considers this moniker, the bitter taste of licorice fills her mouth. It's fitting for her brooding life, atop her castle of solitude. Her long dark hair and macabre tastes, it truly paints a picture of her.
She rejects this name.
> Lydia Corner
She whisper it to her self. The words roll off her tongue which such ease, as if they were always her's. She accepts this name. Lydia, the first of the Corners.
Lydia stands in one of the many rooms in the once-abandoned castle she calls home. She searches for her beloved velveteen rabbit, which is no where to be seen. The rest of the flocked flock stand in their usual positions. A magazine lies on the ground.
> Lydia: Consult flocked flock on whereabouts of velveteen rabbit.
> Lydia: Look for clues in magazine.
>Lydia: Fondly regard plushies
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>Lydia: Throttle plush giraffe with furious abandon.
TT: I might splinter.
TT: But I don't break.
> Lydia: gaze somberly at the creepy face of the moon while pondering the hidden locale of the darling velveteen rabbit
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> Lydia: Cut to the chase and mobilize your dark legion immediately.
You have been invited to partake in the GAME OF GODS. YOU are JUNE EGBERT, taking your seat at the BLUE SIDE of the table, and we are all VERY PROUD OF YOU. Your opponents are THE LATE NAGITO KOMAEDA, FUNKO POP VRISKA SERKET, and SOME GUY IN A HAT.
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> Lydia: Step outside your room to get some refreshing dank manor air.
> Lydia: Inspect your immediate whereabouts. What's the other side of that room like?
> Lydia: Daydream of better things.
> Examine poster that looks suspiciously like you.
Lydia examines the art well, as she had done for many years. She recalls a time where she looked up to this visage as some sort of maternal figure. Of course that seems quite silly now. She's moved on to more mature attachments.
> Playdate with your stuffed animals, henceforth.
A tea table sits, and has always sat, just beyond your (the readers) view.
Lydia invites her guests for a spot of tea.
The honorary fauteuil remains empty. The silence is deafening. It becomes clear to the party what the true purpose of this gathering is.
> Yes of course. But just in case Geronimo Giraffe wasn't paying attention...
> Examine mural.
> Tell the party what tea you'll be enjoying this afternoon.
>Determine the murderer of this murder mystery tea party
>Pour everyone a cuppa tea
>Equip scissors
