This is how the game ended today. Important context: Fiz was in Andyâs house
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This is how the game ended today. Important context: Fiz was in Andyâs house
Andy: sleeping
Fizzy: standing over her bed
Andy: Wh-
Fizzy: Come See My Kid
Itâs that time of year again folks
Youâre the owner of the farm having breakfast with your husband and you look out the window to see your two farmmates screaming
Someone found the hat shop
Sebastian: Andy, come to bed, you're pregnant.
Andy, already buying bus tickets: No, I gotta get a dinosaur!
Meet Fizzy Rokke, a city girl who wandered into the middle of nowhere for magic reasons
The Magic Vibe
Fizzy pulled her jacket tighter around her, chewing mindlessly on the inside of her cheek. The gravestones were interesting, that was obvious, but they didnât have the energy she felt. She opened the Jojo cola she had brought with a click and a fizz. Fizz. It was how she got her nickname, after all. She kicked lightly at the dirt, humming. Why had she even come, anyway? Just following a whim? Her whims never led anywhere, and this graveyard in absolute nowhere was just as much of a dead end. She shuffled out, her hands in her pockets, and started to walk back to the bus.
That is...if she could find the bus again.Â
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A Morose Morning
It was a cold rainy morning and it was only the second week of spring, but Elliott had found himself once again pacing the floor of his cabin. The sounds of rain hitting the structure and the waves outside did little to distract the swirl of thoughts in his head. The uncertainty of the future kept itâs claws sunk firmly into him, even if he had his book published there was no guarantee it would take off, and there was no guarantee the royalties it produced would be enough to sustain him. There wasnât a lot of guarantees in his life, though he knew that long before he moved to Pelican Town to pursue creative writing. I mean, really, what could you do with a bachelors in English? Nothing, or at least that was what Elliott found himself with before moving out.
The Lack of Ability to Think Things Through is a Pain
âSebastian, this is final! Weâre doing whatâs best for you. We took you in as our ward, raised you like our own, and you spit it back at us?â King Demetrius raised his voice. âThis is a chance to bring peace, an end to a long war that has hurt both of our kingdoms and you decline the offer?â
Oh Mother, Oh My
Andy had gotten used to being a ghost. It was hard at first and she found herself crying over everything she could no longer do since becoming non-corporeal. Being a human in a town with a majority population of monsters was hard but okay, being a human ghost on the other hand in a town with a majority population of monsters was even harder. It was a struggle to leave the farmland, to farm, and to do anything but float around and go through walls. Sheâs grown used to feeling helpless in the situation and grown to accept it, especially after Shane passed as well. Thankfully he wasnât haunting the farmhouse alongside, but his own house he moved back into. That happened a while ago, and now the human population had dwindled down to none- most humans nowadays stayed within the cities. It came as a surprise to her at least, when a witch and a human showed up on the overgrown farmland sheâd come to accept as the remains of her home.
But what if... He had piercings?
Mining for a Moment
Sebastian knew the mines were dangerous, hell he grew up right beside them. Every kid likes to have an adventure and baby Seb was no different, so he could at least say with confidence he knew how to handle himself within the mines even if he looked like a string bean. Sure, he didnât go in quite as often as he got older and that quickly turned into never, but that just meant he was a little bit rusty right?
Falling For You (Literally)
It was summer so Dave was doing what he did everyday after watering the crops with some early morning discussions with the girls; he was going to the dock. Of course he was tired and of course he probably shouldâve just gone back to bed for a quick nap but the day was here and he had to catch a special fish. According to Andyâ who he decided was now the supreme god of knowledge of the place, without asking anyoneâ it started around noon, so he figured that heâd have enough time to make it to the beach with a few minutes to spare looking for shells and checking the traps.
Dave! at the Grave
Writing about things was never hard for Dave. They thrived in the field of psychology, and writing papers analyzing old and new data through different lenses. Of course they didn't expect the drive that kept them going through university to last forever, and that's what brought them here. On a strange run-down farm sitting by a grave with their laptop open. It was a weird setting to write in but it helped them focus so they weren't going to question the ethics behind assuming a ghost of someone you didn't even know believed in you. They really weren't thinking hard about it. Not at all.
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