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[liarliarliar]

Who: Alcheme
Where: Alcheme dorms
When: Day 409, post game

[well Alcheme. We did it.

We got through the hunger games. C became the Five Nights at Freddie's. Our Sweet Baby died tragically. But in the end with the power of magic and healing and traumatizing several people....

Alcheme is again Mostly Whole. Mostly.

What will they do now? probably like nap, prepare for dates, complain, sit in the ball pit. you know: alcheme stuff]

Comments

[neigh_sayer]

You got it.

[inspiteful]

Hair of the dog doesn't actually work, C.

[neigh_sayer]

Oh, it did exactly what it needed to. It sent a message.

[inspiteful]

[ Mildly: ] That you're batshit?

[neigh_sayer]

Please, everyone's known that.

Just that anything they can do to me, I'll always be sure to top it. And hey, I'm sure they appreciated the ratings boost.

[inspiteful]

I'm not sure if that's worth traumatising a bunch of other people, but it's something.

[neigh_sayer]

Which is worse: the trauma of watching some asshole get his skinned removed, or the trauma of remembering the horrific death of a close friend?

[inspiteful]

Consider: You are a close friend to at least some people so instead the multiplies.

[neigh_sayer]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

But also I didn't die. Well, technically I am dead, but functionally! A victory!

[inspiteful]

Death is not a requirement for traumatic experiences!

[neigh_sayer]

True! I have definitely proven that!

But speaking of, how are you holding up?

[inspiteful]

[ Please just assume lark has been writing all his responses because I forgot, ]

Personally I can't say I like reviving and then instantly dying again in front of the person who healed me?

[neigh_sayer]

But now you can add it to your list of things to boast about!

[inspiteful]

Is it worth boasting about...

[neigh_sayer]

Absolutley.