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Error Starter: yeh mental breakdowns and stuff
Horror hit Satoshi like a wave. There lay Juvia...dead...and she was...she was... He immediately falls to his knees, hugging himself. His vision is blurred with tears. "N...n..." it was all too much. How...how dare that bear... He is hyperventilating, his whole body shaking. He needed to get out of here.
I can't believe it's not murder
"Upupu I bet you're all curious as to what despair inducing motive I have planned for you this week. Well it's...nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'm not giving a motive this week at all so relax, have fun, and don't you worry your little heads at all."
Satoshi's back thumped against his door. He didn't care to open it or enter. He instead slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. The person he had looked up to and admired...had been a murderer? Had...thought no one had cared about him? He looked down at the comic book in his hands. Something...to remember him by... He set it on the ground, looking away from it.
"People die in war. It's just the reality of things. If you've got two people willing to kill each other, someone's going to die. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to be the one."
-Daniel Cooper, Age 15
Antietam 150th Anniversiary Reenactment, 2012
shslfaceupartist said: "O-Oh cool!" He smiled a bit, he wasn’t too positive that she was going to say yes after all.
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"I'll get started on the base immediately! Would you like to do the face? You're probably a better painter than I am." She smiles, fingers already twitching and ready to work. Anything to calm her down.
"Ahhh...food and hot water are back and now I have an art room! Everything feels much better somehow... as long as I can spend my free time in there. We have a lot of creative students, so I'm sure it'll be fun!
Also Mr Doll Maker and I can make that doll now! Ehehehe~...
hopefully this means no more murders will happen...I'll try my best to keep everyone together..."
Kubo sat back down in his room and took heavy breaths, his ears still ringing from Saito's execution. "It's no joke anymore, right? There's no way this many people would've died for a joke..." He slumped against the wall and flung his glasses to the side. "Fucking hell." He swore loudly. "Would it be better to hang myself...?" Kubo thought to himself as he grabbed a stool and found some rope. He carried the stool and rope out of his room.
