I mean, whoever posts first is probably going to be Jub's first victi- I mean, completely willing and beloved customer.

Could everyone let me post first please?

You poor brave soul. Your sacrifice will be remembered.

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Could everyone let me post first please?

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... oh shit wait I just suddenly realised which character-

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You poor brave soul. Your sacrifice will be remembered.

You forgot that he be chonky buggyboi

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... oh shit wait I just suddenly realised which character- *dead*

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Sacrifice... Yes...

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Mother of Correlon, it really do be murderhobo time don't it?

@Dark Cloud @Guardian Angel Haruki

Fear not. No murder will take place here.

Chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a choo choo! Here comes our next stop folks where the campaign derails.

Brutrumukk hated everything about what was happening right now. The music. The laughter. The noise. He hated it all with every fibre of his being. Ever since the Witchlight Carnival had arrived in the field and set up shop right next to the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk's usual peace and quiet had been shattered. Yelling at them to go away had proven fruitless. Threatening to rip off their heads and shit down their necks only made them say he wasn't allowed in the carnival, as if he even wanted to go to their stupid carnival! And since there were so many carnies, simply killing them all wasn't an option. And so all the angry bugbear could do was lean against his rock and glare at the carnival as he prayed to Hruggek and Grankhul for the chance to take revenge on those who had torn away the usual serenity and solitude of his grassy field and his hollowed stoney home.