Forsaken soul

Doing hate crimes sence 1987 Runs the blog @wiliam-dortson

[da-police-offical]

Hehehehehe i put brain worms in the brains of every policeman across the entire usa and canada

Stand still, you're getting yours now

Nooo-

[leaning away]

I'm British! Leave me be!

[fordsken-spirit]

this guy bothering you queen?

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

*puts his coffee down to take the gun. Points it at his head and pulls the trigger*

I haven't played this game in a while... Ha. Ha. Ha.

We didn't call it Russian Roulette though...

*puts it on the table and remains silent from that point*

[fordsken-spirit]

*Grabs the gun and a soft click is heard before putting it back down*

Well what was it called then?

[no-one-offical]

Can't remember now. It's been a few thousand years. But we'd eat fruit and hope it's not poisoned.

*takes it and pulls the trigger again*

Maybe it was the Game of Stupid. Oh well I guess we'll never know.

[fordsken-spirit]

I believe so… I believe so…

*takes the gun from you and shoots the bullet going through his head as if it was gas*

shame thought you would loose…

[no-one-offical]

Ohh we're not done playing.

*Speaks an unintelligible language, causing strange flower bushes to grow around us*

Why don't we keep playing?

Another chance for you?

*Resurrects you for the fun of it. spins the barrel again, and pulls the trigger. Hearing a click, he puts the barrel down.*

[fordsken-spirit]

wait you just… holy shit how did you… YOU COULD DO THAT THE WHOLE TIME??

[no-one-offical]

Either we play again... or we don't play.

*his voice gone deeper than before*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he grabs the gun and he pulls the trigger, it doesn’t go off*

You mean to tell me, that after all of these years… YOU COULD HAVE REVIVED ME?

[no-one-offical]

What? It would've been a waste of time on my end.

*he grabs the gun and pulls the trigger. and the bullet pushes through his head*

Ha. ha. That tickles.

*placing the gun down as he spits out the bullet*

How about a tie breaker?

[fordsken-spirit]

certainly, *he takes the gun and loads it with a round that has a black tip* for old times sake,

*he proceeds to spin it in one hand for a moment before pulling the trigger, it clicks and he sets it back down*

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

*puts his coffee down to take the gun. Points it at his head and pulls the trigger*

I haven't played this game in a while... Ha. Ha. Ha.

We didn't call it Russian Roulette though...

*puts it on the table and remains silent from that point*

[fordsken-spirit]

*Grabs the gun and a soft click is heard before putting it back down*

Well what was it called then?

[no-one-offical]

Can't remember now. It's been a few thousand years. But we'd eat fruit and hope it's not poisoned.

*takes it and pulls the trigger again*

Maybe it was the Game of Stupid. Oh well I guess we'll never know.

[fordsken-spirit]

I believe so… I believe so…

*takes the gun from you and shoots the bullet going through his head as if it was gas*

shame thought you would loose…

[no-one-offical]

Ohh we're not done playing.

*Speaks an unintelligible language, causing strange flower bushes to grow around us*

Why don't we keep playing?

Another chance for you?

*Resurrects you for the fun of it. spins the barrel again, and pulls the trigger. Hearing a click, he puts the barrel down.*

[fordsken-spirit]

wait you just… holy shit how did you… YOU COULD DO THAT THE WHOLE TIME??

[no-one-offical]

Either we play again... or we don't play.

*his voice gone deeper than before*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he grabs the gun and he pulls the trigger, it doesn’t go off*

You mean to tell me, that after all of these years… YOU COULD HAVE REVIVED ME?

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

*puts his coffee down to take the gun. Points it at his head and pulls the trigger*

I haven't played this game in a while... Ha. Ha. Ha.

We didn't call it Russian Roulette though...

*puts it on the table and remains silent from that point*

[fordsken-spirit]

*Grabs the gun and a soft click is heard before putting it back down*

Well what was it called then?

[no-one-offical]

Can't remember now. It's been a few thousand years. But we'd eat fruit and hope it's not poisoned.

*takes it and pulls the trigger again*

Maybe it was the Game of Stupid. Oh well I guess we'll never know.

[fordsken-spirit]

I believe so… I believe so…

*takes the gun from you and shoots the bullet going through his head as if it was gas*

shame thought you would loose…

[no-one-offical]

Ohh we're not done playing.

*Speaks an unintelligible language, causing strange flower bushes to grow around us*

Why don't we keep playing?

Another chance for you?

*Resurrects you for the fun of it. spins the barrel again, and pulls the trigger. Hearing a click, he puts the barrel down.*

[fordsken-spirit]

wait you just… holy shit how did you… YOU COULD DO THAT THE WHOLE TIME??

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

*puts his coffee down to take the gun. Points it at his head and pulls the trigger*

I haven't played this game in a while... Ha. Ha. Ha.

We didn't call it Russian Roulette though...

*puts it on the table and remains silent from that point*

[fordsken-spirit]

*Grabs the gun and a soft click is heard before putting it back down*

Well what was it called then?

[no-one-offical]

Can't remember now. It's been a few thousand years. But we'd eat fruit and hope it's not poisoned.

*takes it and pulls the trigger again*

Maybe it was the Game of Stupid. Oh well I guess we'll never know.

[fordsken-spirit]

I believe so… I believe so…

*takes the gun from you and shoots the bullet going through his head as if it was gas*

shame thought you would loose…

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

*puts his coffee down to take the gun. Points it at his head and pulls the trigger*

I haven't played this game in a while... Ha. Ha. Ha.

We didn't call it Russian Roulette though...

*puts it on the table and remains silent from that point*

[fordsken-spirit]

*Grabs the gun and a soft click is heard before putting it back down*

Well what was it called then?

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

*pulls out a freshly brewed mug of coffee from his pockets to watch this*

[fordsken-spirit]

*he points it at his head without hesitation and pulls the trigger before putting it on the table* your turn.

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

Hm. Alright. I don't have much to do anyways.

[fordsken-spirit]

he opens the cylinder. Letting the hammer snap shut as he pops a round into a cylinder before spinning it and snapping it shut.

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

Memories are quite delicious with a bit of trauma on the side.

*remaining in his position.*

What do you plan to do John? Or whatever your name is?

[fordsken-spirit]

I plan on playing Russian roulette with you.

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

I do. Are you stupid enough to hit him with that?

[fordsken-spirit]

*I pick up the gun and clicks the hammer back*

no, I tried the usual for him, the old possessed suicide trick. But he made me a better offer… well a friend of his did. What a juicy memory…

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[no-one-offical]

How dare you? Oh I remember you. I'm guessing you didn't kill him.

[fordsken-spirit]

I had a counter offer… remember the rules of Russian roulette?

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[no-one-offical]

Who the hell are you again? Scram, I'm busy searching for my son

[fordsken-spirit]

sit down Robert.

[fordsken-spirit]

trick or treat

uhhh fuuuu uhhhh

Here

[no-one-offical]

a revolver sits on a metal table with two folding chairs on either side with a note on the top

Another pest.

*throws you in a puddle.*

[fordsken-spirit]

Quite rude to throw your old emplyee into a puddle

[who-offical]

the thread has gotten too long again lmao, so here is another starter @why-offical @stupid-offical @fordsken-spirit

*We're driving in a car towards an outpost of Who's mom. The forest is on fire. Who and Why are panicking*

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOO

[why-offical]

SHOULD WE UH- TRY AND PUT IT OUT SOMEHOW???

[who-offical]

PUT THAT OUT?? I THINK WE SHOULD LEAVE IT TO THE FIREFIGHTERS

[why-offical]

AHHH OKAY GOOD POINT MY BAD

BUT LIKE ARE WE JUST GOING TO LEAVE IT?? SHOULDN'T WE AT LEAST CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS BEFORE IT GETS ANY WORSE??

[who-offical]

UM UM @stupid-offical should we call the firefighters???

[stupid-offical]

Yeah uhm. We probably should.

Who, you have your phone, can you call them. Il answer it's probably safer for nobody to know your with us.

*driving even faster*

[who-offical]

*calling whatever the emergency number is*

[stupid-offical]

*grabbing the phone, trying to keep an eye on the road*

Hello?

...

Uhm. There's a fire. Like a big One. A Forrest fire.

...

Yeah *gives vague location*

...

Yeah- I'm a safe distance away yeah.

*nearly dropping the phone from a pothole*

Oh-

...

Oh it's nothing. I'm fine totally fine.

You uh need anything else?

...

Ok.

*hands the phone back carefully, not hung up yet*

[who-offical]

Wait weren't we heading to the forest?

[stupid-offical]

*Whisper shouting*

Hang up the phone you dumbass.

[who-offical]

Oh oops

*hangs up the phone*

[stupid-offical]

And to your previous question. Yeah kinda. Don't know what we're going to do bout that.

You could talk to your mother. I guess.

Also before I forget, can you make sure to block No one on your phone for me?

[who-offical]

I've had him blocked for a while...

And i'm gonna try and talk to her. Hope she's doing okay.

[princessnymphae]

*hears phone ringing*

"uhh guys where are you? i heard something about a fire..."

[who-offical]

@stupid-offical uhh we need to get to that outpost right? Should we drive into the forest or wait until those blazes go out...

@why-offical are you okay...?

[why-offical]

*close to having a panic attack bc fire bad*

MHMM. YES. YUP. YE.

[stupid-offical]

*really strained*

oh... You don't sound so good. You sure.

And @who-offical it's probably not the best idea to drive into a Forrest fire... But we may be running out of time.

If No one has many people after us... were likely to run into them again.

[who-offical]

Oh yeah. I don't want Why to have a panic attack because of me-

*bam... an explosion in the far distance*

-what the fuck was that-

[stupid-offical]

that doesn't sound good....

Wait.

Do you think this is just a forrest fire or.. might it have been arson.

*very much trying not to panic while driving*

[who-offical]

...my dad wouldn't do that...

*also trying to remain calm*

[stupid-offical]

are you sure? Because he is trying to kill you currently.

He did hire that hitman/mercanarie to kill you??

[who-offical]

He has hired mercenaries in the past. But he's never burned down an entire forest... at least... I don't think so.

This isn't him... this can't be him...

[stupid-offical]

Are... you sure about that.

*looking at you concerned for a second then looking back at the road*

[who-offical]

I'm... very sure.. besides it could just be a gas leak you know-

*there's another explosion in the far distance though it seems it's slightly closer than the previous one*

-it could just be a gas leak-

[stupid-offical]

*gone slightly pale...er*

yeah really. Sure it could. Yep.

[who-offical]

If we're not heading into the forest.. are we just gonna keep driving until we run out of gas? Where else should we go?

[stupid-offical]

i... Don't know.

Just getting away from the city i guess?

I don't know.

[who-offical]

I remember hearing you've got a boyfriend. what if we go to their place? I don't think my father will suspect anything. I believe he'll think we're just gonna keep driving.

[stupid-offical]

Yeah, I guess we can... I don't want to risk their safety though.... Not more than I already have by you know... Knowing them.

[who-offical]

If you don't want to, then I understand. I respect it. I remember there's also a diner owned by a guy named Lawrence?

[stupid-offical]

...

We'll see. For now it probably in our best interests to follow this road for a while longer before turning back to the city?

ill call them in a second and see, well b'é heading the same direction either way.

[who-offical]

...Alright...

*turning towards @why-offical *

Why do you happen to know anyone we could go to?

[stupid-offical]

*calling them now, still driving and trying not to panic*

[who-offical]

Hey what is your name by the way? Surely you're not Stupid, you're very smart... and handsome. UH-

You know you look like Stephen! you're cute like a Stephen- I mean- you look ugly like a Stephen- ah fuck nevermind

*burying his face in his hands now*

[stupid-offical]

*looking at the road with the intensity of 1000 suns*

Oh, it's uh.. Alder. That's my name...

[who-offical]

Alder... that's a nice name.. heh.

*chuckles, blushes and tries hard pretending nothing happened*

[stupid-offical]

Yeah... chose it myself.

*other line finally picking up*

*conversation*

*hanging up*

We can go to theirs. It's pretty secluded anyways.

[who-offical]

Alright. Sounds good.

[stupid-offical]

*Making a conscious effort to not look at the passenger seat*

So...

Do have any ideas of what we're going to do other than ''hide forever" ?

[who-offical]

Well we could try and talk to my dad... no wait that's a dumb idea...

We can't hide forever, but somebody has to fight him... it can't be me though. He's causing too much destruction...

[stupid-offical]

well like.. you shot him last time? What would happen if we do it again?

[who-offical]

I shot him with a bullet meant to wake a certain part of him up. Maybe if I hit him again I could get that part sleeping. Hypothetically...

*wide eyes realizing what he just said*

I mean uh I didn't do that. That wasn't supposed to happen I mean that didn't happen.

[stupid-offical]

...

theres no point in denying it now, we need to figure this out together... and I had gathered that much anyways.

[who-offical]

I.. okay. sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me...

[stupid-offical]

there's nothing wrong with you...

*turning to you for a second, before going back to the road*

you just have made some bad decisions...

We just need to figure this out.

[who-offical]

No- i can't believe I'm so stupid.

*starts crying a little again burying his head in his hands*

I'm sorry you have to put up with me.

*still crying a little but holding back*

ugh. s- sorry...

[stupid-offical]

No. Come on.

We both just have to put up with eachother, I'm no better than you.

You don't have to be sorry for that.

*glancing over*

[who-offical]

I'm still sorry...

but thanks... that means a lot...

hey I'm gonna take a rest and hope the forest heals and we get out safe...

*starts falling asleep with his head on the window*

[fordsken-spirit]

good night. anyways @stupid-offical was it? About my employment.

[stupid-offical]

Oh uh yes.

What.

[who-offical]

*waking up*

are we there yet-

[stupid-offical]

closer, trying to avoid any open roads. The cover of small roads with tress will help. Maybe like 5-10 minutes.

Also... @fordsken-spirit has been trying to get me to hire them against No one.

I'm tempted just to make sure that your stupid decision won't come back to haunt us. What do youthink?

[who-offical]

Ah alright...

Well... I don't think @fordsken-spirit will be able to kill my dad... but could be worth a try..

[stupid-offical]

yeah...

If it's only to make sure that they're not still working with him-

@fordsken-spirit what price are you talking about?

[fordsken-spirit]

one memory and @no-one-offical ‘s corpse

[stupid-offical]

a... Memory ?

*looking over at @who-offical for a moment*

[fordsken-spirit]

you will forget one thing permanently, and in return I will kill them.

[stupid-offical]

Is their... any choice, of the forgetting thing?

[fordsken-spirit]

maybe there is maybe there isn’t, never figured it out, but I’ve mainly gotten bad ones so I think so.

[stupid-offical]

Well, I- I don't know.

It's worth a shot isn't it- @who-offical isn't it?

[who-offical]

I... I don't know.

Y... Ye-

NO!! NO!!! NO!!! What if a memory of me is "bad"?? What if you forget me- WHAT IF YOU FORGET YOUR BOYFRIEND WHOEVER HE IS??

[stupid-offical]

...

I-

The odds of that are low- I'm sure it would be fine...

[who-offical]

NO! NO NO NO!!

I WILL DO IT!!

I WILL TAKE THE SACRIFICE!!

He... He's gonna do it to me anyways. What's a few more losses?

Alder. I. Loved. meeting. you. I'm sorry.

TAKE ME @fordsken-spirit NOW PLEASE

[stupid-offical]

NO YOU IDIOT.

Your not doing it.

@fordsken-spirit you were talking to me first.

I'll pay with one of my memories.

Now.

[fordsken-spirit]

okay grab me, I’m currently in @who-offical’s pocket. And I’ll walk you through the deal.”

[who-offical]

*hearing an explosion*

what the fuck was that-

*grabs you quickly*

Okay walk me quickly..

[stupid-offical]

*Grabs @fordsken-spirit out of your hand*

Quick

[fordsken-spirit]

Think of the memory you want, then think of the target you want gone, and then pull the trigger .

[stupid-offical]

Ok-

*taking a deep breath and pulling the trigger*

[fordsken-spirit]

*the gun disappears with a loud bang. You don’t remember what you wanted to forget*

[who-offical]

the thread has gotten too long again lmao, so here is another starter @why-offical @stupid-offical @fordsken-spirit

*We're driving in a car towards an outpost of Who's mom. The forest is on fire. Who and Why are panicking*

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOO

[why-offical]

SHOULD WE UH- TRY AND PUT IT OUT SOMEHOW???

[who-offical]

PUT THAT OUT?? I THINK WE SHOULD LEAVE IT TO THE FIREFIGHTERS

[why-offical]

AHHH OKAY GOOD POINT MY BAD

BUT LIKE ARE WE JUST GOING TO LEAVE IT?? SHOULDN'T WE AT LEAST CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS BEFORE IT GETS ANY WORSE??

[who-offical]

UM UM @stupid-offical should we call the firefighters???

[stupid-offical]

Yeah uhm. We probably should.

Who, you have your phone, can you call them. Il answer it's probably safer for nobody to know your with us.

*driving even faster*

[who-offical]

*calling whatever the emergency number is*

[stupid-offical]

*grabbing the phone, trying to keep an eye on the road*

Hello?

...

Uhm. There's a fire. Like a big One. A Forrest fire.

...

Yeah *gives vague location*

...

Yeah- I'm a safe distance away yeah.

*nearly dropping the phone from a pothole*

Oh-

...

Oh it's nothing. I'm fine totally fine.

You uh need anything else?

...

Ok.

*hands the phone back carefully, not hung up yet*

[who-offical]

Wait weren't we heading to the forest?

[stupid-offical]

*Whisper shouting*

Hang up the phone you dumbass.

[who-offical]

Oh oops

*hangs up the phone*

[stupid-offical]

And to your previous question. Yeah kinda. Don't know what we're going to do bout that.

You could talk to your mother. I guess.

Also before I forget, can you make sure to block No one on your phone for me?

[who-offical]

I've had him blocked for a while...

And i'm gonna try and talk to her. Hope she's doing okay.

[princessnymphae]

*hears phone ringing*

"uhh guys where are you? i heard something about a fire..."

[who-offical]

@stupid-offical uhh we need to get to that outpost right? Should we drive into the forest or wait until those blazes go out...

@why-offical are you okay...?

[why-offical]

*close to having a panic attack bc fire bad*

MHMM. YES. YUP. YE.

[stupid-offical]

*really strained*

oh... You don't sound so good. You sure.

And @who-offical it's probably not the best idea to drive into a Forrest fire... But we may be running out of time.

If No one has many people after us... were likely to run into them again.

[who-offical]

Oh yeah. I don't want Why to have a panic attack because of me-

*bam... an explosion in the far distance*

-what the fuck was that-

[stupid-offical]

that doesn't sound good....

Wait.

Do you think this is just a forrest fire or.. might it have been arson.

*very much trying not to panic while driving*

[who-offical]

...my dad wouldn't do that...

*also trying to remain calm*

[stupid-offical]

are you sure? Because he is trying to kill you currently.

He did hire that hitman/mercanarie to kill you??

[who-offical]

He has hired mercenaries in the past. But he's never burned down an entire forest... at least... I don't think so.

This isn't him... this can't be him...

[stupid-offical]

Are... you sure about that.

*looking at you concerned for a second then looking back at the road*

[who-offical]

I'm... very sure.. besides it could just be a gas leak you know-

*there's another explosion in the far distance though it seems it's slightly closer than the previous one*

-it could just be a gas leak-

[stupid-offical]

*gone slightly pale...er*

yeah really. Sure it could. Yep.

[who-offical]

If we're not heading into the forest.. are we just gonna keep driving until we run out of gas? Where else should we go?

[stupid-offical]

i... Don't know.

Just getting away from the city i guess?

I don't know.

[who-offical]

I remember hearing you've got a boyfriend. what if we go to their place? I don't think my father will suspect anything. I believe he'll think we're just gonna keep driving.

[stupid-offical]

Yeah, I guess we can... I don't want to risk their safety though.... Not more than I already have by you know... Knowing them.

[who-offical]

If you don't want to, then I understand. I respect it. I remember there's also a diner owned by a guy named Lawrence?

[stupid-offical]

...

We'll see. For now it probably in our best interests to follow this road for a while longer before turning back to the city?

ill call them in a second and see, well b'é heading the same direction either way.

[who-offical]

...Alright...

*turning towards @why-offical *

Why do you happen to know anyone we could go to?

[stupid-offical]

*calling them now, still driving and trying not to panic*

[who-offical]

Hey what is your name by the way? Surely you're not Stupid, you're very smart... and handsome. UH-

You know you look like Stephen! you're cute like a Stephen- I mean- you look ugly like a Stephen- ah fuck nevermind

*burying his face in his hands now*

[stupid-offical]

*looking at the road with the intensity of 1000 suns*

Oh, it's uh.. Alder. That's my name...

[who-offical]

Alder... that's a nice name.. heh.

*chuckles, blushes and tries hard pretending nothing happened*

[stupid-offical]

Yeah... chose it myself.

*other line finally picking up*

*conversation*

*hanging up*

We can go to theirs. It's pretty secluded anyways.

[who-offical]

Alright. Sounds good.

[stupid-offical]

*Making a conscious effort to not look at the passenger seat*

So...

Do have any ideas of what we're going to do other than ''hide forever" ?

[who-offical]

Well we could try and talk to my dad... no wait that's a dumb idea...

We can't hide forever, but somebody has to fight him... it can't be me though. He's causing too much destruction...

[stupid-offical]

well like.. you shot him last time? What would happen if we do it again?

[who-offical]

I shot him with a bullet meant to wake a certain part of him up. Maybe if I hit him again I could get that part sleeping. Hypothetically...

*wide eyes realizing what he just said*

I mean uh I didn't do that. That wasn't supposed to happen I mean that didn't happen.

[stupid-offical]

...

theres no point in denying it now, we need to figure this out together... and I had gathered that much anyways.

[who-offical]

I.. okay. sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me...

[stupid-offical]

there's nothing wrong with you...

*turning to you for a second, before going back to the road*

you just have made some bad decisions...

We just need to figure this out.

[who-offical]

No- i can't believe I'm so stupid.

*starts crying a little again burying his head in his hands*

I'm sorry you have to put up with me.

*still crying a little but holding back*

ugh. s- sorry...

[stupid-offical]

No. Come on.

We both just have to put up with eachother, I'm no better than you.

You don't have to be sorry for that.

*glancing over*

[who-offical]

I'm still sorry...

but thanks... that means a lot...

hey I'm gonna take a rest and hope the forest heals and we get out safe...

*starts falling asleep with his head on the window*

[fordsken-spirit]

good night. anyways @stupid-offical was it? About my employment.

[stupid-offical]

Oh uh yes.

What.

[who-offical]

*waking up*

are we there yet-

[stupid-offical]

closer, trying to avoid any open roads. The cover of small roads with tress will help. Maybe like 5-10 minutes.

Also... @fordsken-spirit has been trying to get me to hire them against No one.

I'm tempted just to make sure that your stupid decision won't come back to haunt us. What do youthink?

[who-offical]

Ah alright...

Well... I don't think @fordsken-spirit will be able to kill my dad... but could be worth a try..

[stupid-offical]

yeah...

If it's only to make sure that they're not still working with him-

@fordsken-spirit what price are you talking about?

[fordsken-spirit]

one memory and @no-one-offical ‘s corpse

[stupid-offical]

a... Memory ?

*looking over at @who-offical for a moment*

[fordsken-spirit]

you will forget one thing permanently, and in return I will kill them.

[stupid-offical]

Is their... any choice, of the forgetting thing?

[fordsken-spirit]

maybe there is maybe there isn’t, never figured it out, but I’ve mainly gotten bad ones so I think so.

[stupid-offical]

Well, I- I don't know.

It's worth a shot isn't it- @who-offical isn't it?

[who-offical]

I... I don't know.

Y... Ye-

NO!! NO!!! NO!!! What if a memory of me is "bad"?? What if you forget me- WHAT IF YOU FORGET YOUR BOYFRIEND WHOEVER HE IS??

[stupid-offical]

...

I-

The odds of that are low- I'm sure it would be fine...

[who-offical]

NO! NO NO NO!!

I WILL DO IT!!

I WILL TAKE THE SACRIFICE!!

He... He's gonna do it to me anyways. What's a few more losses?

Alder. I. Loved. meeting. you. I'm sorry.

TAKE ME @fordsken-spirit NOW PLEASE

[stupid-offical]

NO YOU IDIOT.

Your not doing it.

@fordsken-spirit you were talking to me first.

I'll pay with one of my memories.

Now.

[fordsken-spirit]

okay grab me, I’m currently in @who-offical’s pocket. And I’ll walk you through the deal.”

[who-offical]

*hearing an explosion*

what the fuck was that-

*grabs you quickly*

Okay walk me quickly..

[stupid-offical]

*Grabs @fordsken-spirit out of your hand*

Quick

[fordsken-spirit]

Think of the memory you want, then think of the target you want gone, and then pull the trigger .

[who-offical]

the thread has gotten too long again lmao, so here is another starter @why-offical @stupid-offical @fordsken-spirit

*We're driving in a car towards an outpost of Who's mom. The forest is on fire. Who and Why are panicking*

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOO

[why-offical]

SHOULD WE UH- TRY AND PUT IT OUT SOMEHOW???

[who-offical]

PUT THAT OUT?? I THINK WE SHOULD LEAVE IT TO THE FIREFIGHTERS

[why-offical]

AHHH OKAY GOOD POINT MY BAD

BUT LIKE ARE WE JUST GOING TO LEAVE IT?? SHOULDN'T WE AT LEAST CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS BEFORE IT GETS ANY WORSE??

[who-offical]

UM UM @stupid-offical should we call the firefighters???

[stupid-offical]

Yeah uhm. We probably should.

Who, you have your phone, can you call them. Il answer it's probably safer for nobody to know your with us.

*driving even faster*

[who-offical]

*calling whatever the emergency number is*

[stupid-offical]

*grabbing the phone, trying to keep an eye on the road*

Hello?

...

Uhm. There's a fire. Like a big One. A Forrest fire.

...

Yeah *gives vague location*

...

Yeah- I'm a safe distance away yeah.

*nearly dropping the phone from a pothole*

Oh-

...

Oh it's nothing. I'm fine totally fine.

You uh need anything else?

...

Ok.

*hands the phone back carefully, not hung up yet*

[who-offical]

Wait weren't we heading to the forest?

[stupid-offical]

*Whisper shouting*

Hang up the phone you dumbass.

[who-offical]

Oh oops

*hangs up the phone*

[stupid-offical]

And to your previous question. Yeah kinda. Don't know what we're going to do bout that.

You could talk to your mother. I guess.

Also before I forget, can you make sure to block No one on your phone for me?

[who-offical]

I've had him blocked for a while...

And i'm gonna try and talk to her. Hope she's doing okay.

[princessnymphae]

*hears phone ringing*

"uhh guys where are you? i heard something about a fire..."

[who-offical]

@stupid-offical uhh we need to get to that outpost right? Should we drive into the forest or wait until those blazes go out...

@why-offical are you okay...?

[why-offical]

*close to having a panic attack bc fire bad*

MHMM. YES. YUP. YE.

[stupid-offical]

*really strained*

oh... You don't sound so good. You sure.

And @who-offical it's probably not the best idea to drive into a Forrest fire... But we may be running out of time.

If No one has many people after us... were likely to run into them again.

[who-offical]

Oh yeah. I don't want Why to have a panic attack because of me-

*bam... an explosion in the far distance*

-what the fuck was that-

[stupid-offical]

that doesn't sound good....

Wait.

Do you think this is just a forrest fire or.. might it have been arson.

*very much trying not to panic while driving*

[who-offical]

...my dad wouldn't do that...

*also trying to remain calm*

[stupid-offical]

are you sure? Because he is trying to kill you currently.

He did hire that hitman/mercanarie to kill you??

[who-offical]

He has hired mercenaries in the past. But he's never burned down an entire forest... at least... I don't think so.

This isn't him... this can't be him...

[stupid-offical]

Are... you sure about that.

*looking at you concerned for a second then looking back at the road*

[who-offical]

I'm... very sure.. besides it could just be a gas leak you know-

*there's another explosion in the far distance though it seems it's slightly closer than the previous one*

-it could just be a gas leak-

[stupid-offical]

*gone slightly pale...er*

yeah really. Sure it could. Yep.

[who-offical]

If we're not heading into the forest.. are we just gonna keep driving until we run out of gas? Where else should we go?

[stupid-offical]

i... Don't know.

Just getting away from the city i guess?

I don't know.

[who-offical]

I remember hearing you've got a boyfriend. what if we go to their place? I don't think my father will suspect anything. I believe he'll think we're just gonna keep driving.

[stupid-offical]

Yeah, I guess we can... I don't want to risk their safety though.... Not more than I already have by you know... Knowing them.

[who-offical]

If you don't want to, then I understand. I respect it. I remember there's also a diner owned by a guy named Lawrence?

[stupid-offical]

...

We'll see. For now it probably in our best interests to follow this road for a while longer before turning back to the city?

ill call them in a second and see, well b'é heading the same direction either way.

[who-offical]

...Alright...

*turning towards @why-offical *

Why do you happen to know anyone we could go to?

[stupid-offical]

*calling them now, still driving and trying not to panic*

[who-offical]

Hey what is your name by the way? Surely you're not Stupid, you're very smart... and handsome. UH-

You know you look like Stephen! you're cute like a Stephen- I mean- you look ugly like a Stephen- ah fuck nevermind

*burying his face in his hands now*

[stupid-offical]

*looking at the road with the intensity of 1000 suns*

Oh, it's uh.. Alder. That's my name...

[who-offical]

Alder... that's a nice name.. heh.

*chuckles, blushes and tries hard pretending nothing happened*

[stupid-offical]

Yeah... chose it myself.

*other line finally picking up*

*conversation*

*hanging up*

We can go to theirs. It's pretty secluded anyways.

[who-offical]

Alright. Sounds good.

[stupid-offical]

*Making a conscious effort to not look at the passenger seat*

So...

Do have any ideas of what we're going to do other than ''hide forever" ?

[who-offical]

Well we could try and talk to my dad... no wait that's a dumb idea...

We can't hide forever, but somebody has to fight him... it can't be me though. He's causing too much destruction...

[stupid-offical]

well like.. you shot him last time? What would happen if we do it again?

[who-offical]

I shot him with a bullet meant to wake a certain part of him up. Maybe if I hit him again I could get that part sleeping. Hypothetically...

*wide eyes realizing what he just said*

I mean uh I didn't do that. That wasn't supposed to happen I mean that didn't happen.

[stupid-offical]

...

theres no point in denying it now, we need to figure this out together... and I had gathered that much anyways.

[who-offical]

I.. okay. sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me...

[stupid-offical]

there's nothing wrong with you...

*turning to you for a second, before going back to the road*

you just have made some bad decisions...

We just need to figure this out.

[who-offical]

No- i can't believe I'm so stupid.

*starts crying a little again burying his head in his hands*

I'm sorry you have to put up with me.

*still crying a little but holding back*

ugh. s- sorry...

[stupid-offical]

No. Come on.

We both just have to put up with eachother, I'm no better than you.

You don't have to be sorry for that.

*glancing over*

[who-offical]

I'm still sorry...

but thanks... that means a lot...

hey I'm gonna take a rest and hope the forest heals and we get out safe...

*starts falling asleep with his head on the window*

[fordsken-spirit]

good night. anyways @stupid-offical was it? About my employment.

[stupid-offical]

Oh uh yes.

What.

[who-offical]

*waking up*

are we there yet-

[stupid-offical]

closer, trying to avoid any open roads. The cover of small roads with tress will help. Maybe like 5-10 minutes.

Also... @fordsken-spirit has been trying to get me to hire them against No one.

I'm tempted just to make sure that your stupid decision won't come back to haunt us. What do youthink?

[who-offical]

Ah alright...

Well... I don't think @fordsken-spirit will be able to kill my dad... but could be worth a try..

[stupid-offical]

yeah...

If it's only to make sure that they're not still working with him-

@fordsken-spirit what price are you talking about?

[fordsken-spirit]

one memory and @no-one-offical ‘s corpse

[stupid-offical]

a... Memory ?

*looking over at @who-offical for a moment*

[fordsken-spirit]

you will forget one thing permanently, and in return I will kill them.

[stupid-offical]

Is their... any choice, of the forgetting thing?

[fordsken-spirit]

maybe there is maybe there isn’t, never figured it out, but I’ve mainly gotten bad ones so I think so.

[stupid-offical]

Well, I- I don't know.

It's worth a shot isn't it- @who-offical isn't it?

[who-offical]

I... I don't know.

Y... Ye-

NO!! NO!!! NO!!! What if a memory of me is "bad"?? What if you forget me- WHAT IF YOU FORGET YOUR BOYFRIEND WHOEVER HE IS??

[stupid-offical]

...

I-

The odds of that are low- I'm sure it would be fine...

[who-offical]

NO! NO NO NO!!

I WILL DO IT!!

I WILL TAKE THE SACRIFICE!!

He... He's gonna do it to me anyways. What's a few more losses?

Alder. I. Loved. meeting. you. I'm sorry.

TAKE ME @fordsken-spirit NOW PLEASE

[stupid-offical]

NO YOU IDIOT.

Your not doing it.

@fordsken-spirit you were talking to me first.

I'll pay with one of my memories.

Now.

[who-offical]

I AM.

@fordsken-spirit I WILL PAY YOU A FORTUNE TOO.

TAKE. MY. MEMORY. PLEASE.

NOW.

[fordsken-spirit]

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