FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE!

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FEBRUARY 2023 TDM

Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

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SPECIAL NOTE FOR MARCH: The Moss King is the Agent of Change, chance, games and gamblings, and the Pthumerian loves variety. NO event from a prior March ever repeats in subsequent marches. This will also be mentioned in this month's Newsletter.

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Octopus in a Barrel]
[Image Two: Piranha up Close and Personal]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Desolate Cityscape in Ruins]
[Image Two: Kosh, a Tentacled Ghost in a Suit]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Fantasy Plant Expelling Gas]
[Image Two: Venus Flytraps up Close]

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Definitely Not Your Typical Arrival

WHEN: First Week of March
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Body Horror, Being Trapped as a Squid temporarily, Themes of Dehumanization, Gambling on Human Life, Piranha attacks, Possible Blood/Gore, Possible Death

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When you arrive, nothing is right. A freak snowstorm blows across the coastline and Boardwalk on the first day of the month, just as the latest sleepers would arrive. It is obviously unnatural in nature, as the snow falls nowhere but the coastline. Fishermen grumble in irritation at the difficulties of doing their job and the Lighthouse keepers take the night off. When the snowstorm blows over a few hours later, the beach is blanketed in snow, and a sheet of ice as far out as the edges of the reef can be seen. Temperatures return to relative normal, but the thick ice refuses to be broken through by any means, magical or mundane!

Greeters are initially frantic because the sleepers who are trapped beneath the ice cannot escape to the shore. As you arrive, you will experience this, as a solid sheet of ice blocks any access to Trench, though almost as soon as the horror sets upon you, you feel yourself being scooped up by some unseen hand, or perhaps net, and in the next moment you find yourself in what seems like a very large barrel of warm, comfortable water, one complete with a wide assortment of floating balls that mostly obscure the light coming down from above. You're not even alone down here, as there are other squidlings, all of whom seem to be trying to escape and find their way to the surface. Unfortunately there are other guests down here. Who else is swimming beneath the water, you ask?

Piranha!

That's right, you're now swimming frantically to keep free of the snapping jaws of a few hungry but thankfully somewhat slow and apparently salt-water piranha who have been scooped up into the barrel. You have to get out of this barrel somehow, but the walls are too high and slick to climb up, so you're going to need some help. That's where other sleepers, and the ever so helpful Moss King are coming to your aid. The Moss King, who has very graciously scooped all of the potential sleepers from within the ocean into a massive barrel has offered other sleepers and greeters the chance to scoop their friends and future neighbors out as part of a game of chance. After all, isn't it always a bit of a game of chance whether or not you safely reach shore? Now, thanks to a few “accidental” piranha being added into the mix, it's quite literal. But never fear. He's slowed those pesky beasts down to give sleepers a fair chance.

Massive nets on poles are offered to sleepers by helpful and eager members of the local Disciples. They pontificate that participating in this game is an act of veneration of the Moss King, and hint that there may be a reward for playing along. The Moss King can be seen occasionally, chortling and enjoying the scene, though he seems ill disposed to answering any questions about how this all came to be, and if you argue too roughly with him, you might just find yourself as a squid again in the barrel! Once netted out, it is a simple matter for any squids who escape to return to their natural form, and should a person die within the barrel, they will find themselves awakening on the beach the next day, perhaps with a few bite marks to remember the harrowing experience. Once a person is rescued or re-appears after a harrowing experience, Greeters will meet them normally with clothes and their possessions.

Welcome to Trench!

F.A.Q.

1. This arrival is avoidable and can be opted out from, though it is unlikely to do so. The ice refuses to break, but it is remotely possible for a sleeper to be fished out of the water at the very edge of the ice flows. The Moss King would look upon this unfavorably, however, and might just give a curse exceptionally good luck upon the offending party or parties. Everything, initially, seems to go their way and fortune smiles on them, until people around them begin accusing them of cheating, or of stealing, or somehow gaining whatever benefits they have experienced through ill means. No Trenchy (and even some sleepers perhaps) will treat them well while everything seems to go their way in this fashion, as if they had a giant, invisible sign on them saying “Cheater” that everyone but them could see. This “good luck” will not result in a lethal confrontation and fades in a few days.
   
2. Yes, the Moss King is absolutely responsible for the unseasonable ice flow and the piranha are there on purpose. He likes his games, and he's a jerk. No, he will never admit it and no Disciple will ever acknowledge that this was actually his plan all along. Even contacting other Pthumerians will get nothing more than a knowing smirk or stony silence, should you have the means to do so. Inquiring with the wastes may result in someone being told it's probably his doing, but that there is nothing to do about it, and to just get through this.
   
3. Rescuing sleeper squids is just like fishing a goldfish out of a bowl. Yes, it is possible to accidentally fish a Piranha out and get bit for your troubles before it leaps back into the water. Jumping into the barrel will cause a sleeper to revert to squid form and need to be rescued. Piranha can be avoided, as they do not move as fast naturally, but they are dangerous and can attack and even kill a sleeper.
   
4. If a sleeper willingly participates in the Moss King's twisted game, they will find in their home the next morning a voucher good for credits at his gambling hall and a complementary cocktail, usable only during the following month.
   
5. No, the Moss King isn't sorry. Not One Bit.
   

Visions

WHEN: Anytime in March
WHERE: All over Trench.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Post-Apocalyptic Scenario, Starvation, Extreme Loneliness & Depression.

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One aspect of the Wild Moon and the Moss King not widely discussed is that the greatest gambler and risk taker in Trench is also the master of all possibilities and probabilities, not to mention prophecies. One night, while you are asleep (even if you are a being that normally never sleeps, you find yourself drowsy and dozing off if afflicted by this event), you have a dream and a vision, one that is shared by one or more others.

You awake to find yourself in Trench. However, as you step out of your home, you find that the Trench you know has become little more than a desolate wasteland. The river running through town is brackish and reeks of pollution, but a more natural variety than the blood that often can be seen throughout the community. There is no moon in the sky, and in fact you see and feel none of the blood effects that you are used to being so ever present. The world is lonely and bare, but it is pure and free of the corruption that has plagued it. It almost seems a paradise. Almost.

The creeping sensation gets worse as time goes that something is wrong. For one, while there are absolutely no monsters to speak of, there are also no people. You search, and search, and you find nobody, and even all of the plant and animal life that you see is dead, long rotted and decayed. The air has a cloying stench of ash to it the longer that you travel and you can feel yourself becoming ever more ravenous as you and your companions search for someone, anyone in the midst of this, or a means to wake up, but you just can't. At first.

You are not entirely alone. It takes a very long time, but eventually you find one single soul who lurks and haunts their home. Kosh. The spectral being that guards what was once a flourishing orphanage remains, wailing and screaming to anyone who will listen to him, begging them to find the children quickly before it is too late. It may take a while to do, but he can be calmed, at least enough to speak one salient sentence. “This is what you wanted to happen, isn't it? You have to be careful what you wish for!” When he shrieks this, he flees the sleepers, and is unable to be found again.

Escaping this nightmare is not easy. There are only two ways to leave this dream: Gradual, slow exposure to starvation and the elements. Thankfully, the effects of this wasting do not take literal months, as a sort of gnawing, existential hunger builds the longer that one is in this world, as if something is hideously and horrendously missing from reality. Within a day, they will succumb and waste away in the agony of starvation. The other option is to swim out into the sea, as if one were attempting to return home. Doing so will result in a person turning back into a squid and losing any memory of how they got back, other than the nagging feeling that they never were able to find their home, that there was no home to return to.

Wild Growth

WHEN: Anytime in March
WHERE: All around Trench and surrounding regions, except the Beach and Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Carnivorous Plants, Violent fantasy plants, Environmental Hazards, Attempted entrapment by plant-life, general flora as monster horror

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With the Moss King pre-occupied with his games on the coast, springtime has come unfettered to the city of Trench. Plantlife practically erupts like a volcanic explosion of verdant beauty as far as the eye can see. Beautiful flowers are visible everywhere, glorious spreads of vegetables grow throughout the city, and vines and moss creepers can be seen all over the place. At first, it might seem like a net positive. After all, a close inspection of the vegetables and fruits found on these plants is that many of them are entirely healthy, without corruption and eating them (or preserving them for the future) comes with no ill effects. It's quite the bonanza for those who wish to stock up for the coming months.

Since when has it ever been that easy in Trench? Within a day or two, the verdant blossoms are clearly becoming too much to bear. It's the sort of thing that is almost painfully predictable even if it is at least a little different from last year. As the strawberry harvest becomes something out of the local farmer's market's dreams, every other type of plant imaginable comes to life, growing to epic and as a result perilous proportions.

Giant Venus flytraps, sundews and other sundry threats are among those that start to emerge throughout the city, but they are hardly the only possibilities. Not all of these plants are interested in gobbling someone up, but they can be potentially quite violent and dangerous! A series of far more exotic creatures now lurk in alleyways and far too close to doorways. Hanging blossoms with scythe like claws lash out at anyone that comes too near to them. bulbous mawed plants filled with toxic gas open up to spread their poisonous fumes if someone is too close. Strange clawed strangler vines with pincers will lash out and try to snare the unwary, attempting to strangle them and suck them dry of their bodily fluids!

These various and unpleasant plants can be beaten down, and fire certainly works just fine on them, as does freezing them. They are potentially lethal, but they are in the end just plants. It is also possible to sneak up on them and stun them, if one is so inclined, making it much easier to dispose of these threats when they are encountered. But, if one is unwary, they can be incredibly dangerous.
F.A.Q.

This event can be opted out of simply by not encountering violent plants. However, there is still a lot of plant growth in the city.

1. Enchanted plants of most any setting can be drawn upon. These exotic examples are simply options that are likely to make appearances. Feel free to use your imagination, though they should be personal scale threats, rather than city block or building sized ones.
   
2. It is possible to die at the hands of these plants normally.
   
3. Though parts of the plants can be harvested, they do not have any magical properties to them. Some may be edible, but most are not. They simply have unique biologies and have grown to dangerous sizes.
   

CODING

Comments

Gabi Braun | Attack on Titan | Vileblood

[smallshot]

Little nipper
a.
[The barrel was chaos, water sloshing, bubbles, failing limbs...A piranha being tossed out of the water? One of the squids, a small one, had decided she'd had enough. She was swimming around, covered in little bites, using her tentacles to pull things in and bite them with her beak.

Piranha, squid, nets, humans. None were safe from her little rampage.]

b.
[Even as the squid's body melted away, the girl it revealed was still fighting. Yelling, kicking, punching, and biting at people that got too close. There wasn't any coordination, she'd been trained how to fight, but the cold water and being bitten by fish had sent her into panic mode.

You'll never take her alive motherfuckers. Fear her preteen fists.]

Plants
[Gabi hadn't been here long, she still knew very little about what was going on. She'd been a squid, now she was in a city where blood was important and there was plants everywhere. At least she didn't need to worry about food for a bit, just walking down the road munching on an apple.

Then a spider-like claw swung at her, she ducked. (Or fell more like) Scrambling away from the limb.]

Huh!? Wha? [It was a plant? The claw was on a branch and there was a lot more with the first one, the limbs reached out... But they were too far away to reach her. It'd acted too soon and it couldn't give chase with it's roots holding it in place.

For a moment, Gabi kept shuffling back with wide eyes. Breath coming out in short pants. Then she bounced up grabbing a large stick, pointing it her attacker.]

Nice try! You almost got me!

[Then she proceeded to blow a raspberry at the plant. Beware other plants, she's now armed.]

Wildcard
[Anything else? You can hmu. My opt-out page is here and please note that I am still reading the game info...there is so much.]

Nipper B

[tempredmental]

[After almost getting yanked into the barrel with her, Keith had managed to get the small squid out of the barrel and on to the ground so she could work her way back into being a human.

He did not expect her to be this fighty... So, now he was attempting to pin her down before she went on a rampage and got herself killed. She was still just a kid, after all, and facing the trauma of dying and coming back on her first day was something he didn't think anyone deserved to have to deal with.]

Will you hold still?! I'm trying to help you!

[smallshot]

[Gabi was still yelling, not words just screams as she tried to wiggle free. The damp corduroy overalls only making it harder to grasp her. Ultimately though, she wasn't that strong even if she was doing her best.

She snarled, turning to the voice but still struggling.]

Who are you?

[Whomst? What was happening, where was she, why was she bleeding?]

[tempredmental]

[Okay... words were good. They were improvement over random screaming, that was for sure.]

My name is Keith, and you're in a city called Trench. You just got here.

[He wasn't going to tell her about the squid thing, yet. But, he did have a pack of some kind next to him, and there was a robe in there to help with the wet and cold.]

Will you let me help you? I can bandage those bites for you, and I have a dry clean robe for you to wear.

[smallshot]

[Even if those words were thrown accusingly with a glare? She was so confused, this was even more disorienting than when she'd been knocked out on the airship. At least that time she'd know what had happened she'd been caught by the 'enemy'.

Here? Here, she'd just woken up drenched and bitten.

She stilled, shoulders hunched up as if she was about to start thrashing around again. Thinking about what he said.]

I didn't get on a boat?

[She'd been on the mainland...Then she shivered, wiggling, hello yes, warmth?]

b.

[dohaeris]

[a large wolf (more properly a small direwolf) in an elaborately tooled black leather collar pads silently over towards the girl and lies down next to her within petting range. a tall girl in a black dress with a thick leather belt and an elaborate chatelaine follows, holding a basket of robes and shifts for new sleepers. she holds some out to the girl on the ground.

sansa can tell this isn't arya; lady knows what arya smells like. but this girl looks (and acts) similar enough to give her pause (and tug at her heartstrings). she might still be from the north...

there are a suspicious amount of large seabirds lurking around her, some with bites and scratches on their bills and feet.

It's all right. We're not going to hurt you. [sansa's disdain for the moss king manages to creep in a little bit on the 'we're'] The patron of this month likes his games.

[she offers a small, sympathetic smile.]

The food down here is all right, though. Are you hurt at all?

[she tries to examine the flailing limbs for bites...she can tell this girl is a vileblood, but as a paleblood she's not particularly worried about any of it getting on her, and she has learned enough magic to repair any damage inflicted on her clothing and possessions.]

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell, and this is Lady. [if she is northern, this should be reassuring...] It isn't always like this.

[trench is full of dangers and curses, but the moss king's are particularly hard for sansa to weasel out of...a smiling woman in white robes hands sansa a bag. she thanks her and sets it at the girl's feet.]

Here, these should be your things. I can take you to find more, if you like.

[she usually stops by the sanguine station at the beginning of the month to help tailor its array of secondhand clothes to the new arrivals.]

[smallshot]

[The animal didn't help calm her nerves. Gabi didn't have great experience with them and being covered in bites... Yeah. Her lips curled back as she scowled at it. That look got redirected at the woman when she spoke.

'Patron of this month' What? Nothing this lady said was reassuring, even if it seemed like she was letting Gabi go. For now the girl kept her distance, eyeing her warily. Not even touching the bag for now.

Only glaring.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa's mouth tugs to one side. she can't help be reminded of––well, rickon when he didn't want to take a bath, to be honest, but it's familiar. she holds out another robe, but neither she nor lady move very much otherwise.]

I'm sorry you were in that barrel with all the fish. It must have been terrible. I came in last March, but all they did was take my things and make me win them back in darts games.

[really various carnival games, but they all involved throwing things at a target, so: darts]

Do you remember anything from the ocean? This city is called Trench, and it's a different world to the one you were on before. You've been reborn into a new body with magic blood. The magic you have is to do with bodies. Vilebloods are very good at healing, especially for themselves. You might try imagining all the bites you have healing over, but if you can't do it just yet, I can take you to a healer.

[using vileblood magic would probably summon her omen, which would be good for her to have.]

I think the Moss King will wait until you find your feet before he makes you do any more challenges. He is the ruler of the city for this month, and he has very powerful magic. He likes to make people play games, but he always leaves you a way to win them.

There should be a notebook in your bag that might have more information, but I should be glad to answer what questions I can.

[smallshot]

[That was so much, it was making her head spin. Even when this lady explained, the explanation made no sense. Magic blood, reborn, vileblood, a healer, none of it made any sense to her. Her face was paling, but slowly... slowly, she reached for the bag. Not taking her eyes off the woman, she still didn't trust her.

But she was taking the bag. At least that's something. ]

I wasn't in the ocean...

[She hadn't been. She'd been on the mainland with her parents. The ocean wasn't even that close, a few miles away... Gabi might not have been the smartest, but that wasn't physically possible.

Then, absently, one hand started to scratch at the green-tinted bites on her arm. Were they infected or???]

plants

[soul_bound]

[ Soma is still getting his bearings (and dodging plants) when he hears a voice. He turns down the street only to see a preteen girl waving a huge stick at a plant.

Well. That's one way of doing things. ]

Um... do you need help?

[ He's got some experience with killer plants. ]

[smallshot]

[She was holding her stick like a club. Gabi might not be ultra strong like Miss Mikasa or even able to match an adult in strength, but she knew how to compensate. Use a brick or something she could put her body weight behind. Or use surprise.

She wasn't too sure how to surprise a plant tho-

Spinning on her heel to look towards the voice, holding the club up high. Stilling as she stared at him, but she. Was. Ready. ]

I've got it!

[No help, she got this. Everything was fine. Just plants bigger than her attacking.]

[soul_bound]

[ Soma immediately puts his hands up in a placating gesture, perhaps a little worried she'd mistake him for a threat. But she doesn't club him over the head, so that's a good sign.

He also has experience fighting deadly plants and knows a big stick won't do much against them in the long run. ]

Hm. We should get out of here before we get surrounded. A club won't do much to stop them. [ A vine tries to wrap itself around his neck, but Soma side-steps it calmly and slashes at it with a knife. A little regretfully: ] And my pocket knife won't hold them off too long.

[smallshot]

[He was safe from head clubing. Partly because she was too short to reach his head, partly because his offer of help had sunk in. Gabi's head turned to glance at still retreating plant-claw, looking as it coiled itself, getting ready to lunge at the next thing in reach.]

...How can they surround us? They're plants.

[Plants couldn't... Well apparently they could move. But they couldn't just out the ground and walk. Even if she was shuffling back away from it.

What would get rid of plants though? Not guns, the thing she was good at.]

We need fire.

[helmo.gif]

PLANTS

[grice]

[ many of these plants had magical, even medical properties, and it had been a given that falco would be after them. he had his (ironically) plant knife, he had a pouch, a book on herbs of interest, and it was off to collect them. perle, his pygmy falcon omen, was preening on his shoulder while confetti, a cheery togekiss, would hover over him to keep him safe from the more dangerous plants.

he’s in the middle of cutting a few leaves from their stems when he hears a voice he’s too familiar with. perle piques interest and takes flight, and curious, but also concerned, falco follows after. it could be a hallucination, but perle doesn’t think so. it’s a sleeper.

he’s not exactly prepared, and perhaps he’d never be, to see gabi braun right ahead of him, falco— who was two years older, a handful of inches taller, speechless, and with clothes on him that made him look like a native— cloak, boots, bird skull fashion statements and a belt for hilts and knives. ]

Huh—?

[smallshot]

[Gabi didn't know much about this place. People had tried explaining, but a lot of it had gone right in one ear and out the other. It'd sounded so outlandish and weird that just hearing about it didn't make sense. Though she had learned one thing.

Trust nothing.

The people here were strange, even the plants would attack. It stood to reason that the bird hovering near her was also a threat. So she eyed it, readying her club in case it swooped. Just try it.

Then she heard the guy, swiveling to look at him but keeping the bird in the corner of her eye. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place it. But for now, he had knives, that meant dangerous. Yes.

She'll fight you, your bird, the weird plants.]

[grice]

[ perle was no larger than a common house sparrow, surely she wouldn’t pose much of a threat (she couldn’t anyway, packing the solidity to be so), but circle over is the only thing she does. falco comes closer with startled, wide eyes, keeping his hands placating and up to show that he’s not holding anything in his hands anymore. with a voice that shrivels and then booms with the crack of age: ]

Gabi—! Gabi— It’s me!

[smallshot]

[He got closer and while he looked familiar, she couldn't place it. Like Colt, but Colt was dead and Falco was her age. Then he took a step closer, that was all it took.

Then she was kicking, a rock...more of a pebble up at him as though it was a ball. Then she's retreating(not running, she didn't run). Darting into an alleyway that took her way from the guy and the plant.

She didn't know anyone called Me.




Gabi didn't get far though. A few seconds after going into the alley there was a yelp and a clatter as she skidded around.... It... It was the fault of a plant. But it was probably the most harmless plant there could be. The thing's flowers appeared to be...sneezing oil. Look, it was doing it's best. Fear it. It'd made Gabi fall to the floor.]

plants!

[dirtdevil]

[ the local wildlife being out of control isn't really anything new. plants, though? they can't even count on not being gored by a fucking flower now?

what a pain in the ass.

and then there's this wayward child here—one he doesn't quite recognize at this distance—brandishing a stick at them like she's trying to start some shit. or continue some shit? it's a bad idea either way.

he can't be held accountable for the life every plucky tween in the city, but he's not just gonna let this one fuck around and find out right in front of him. ]

Hey, I'm sure you're great with a stick, but I don't know if taunting them is the best idea here.

[smallshot]

[Look, it'd tried to kill her and failed. She could brag a little. Maybe? She couldn't help it, it stopped her from deflating and giving up in this strange place.]

Hmph- [He was getting huffed at, partially ignored. Telling her what to d- Then she did a double take because...]

Mr Levi? [One of the few people with a title, he got some respect. She was staring at him, blinking.] You have two eyes. Is that because of the squid thing?

[Gabi had been told how to heal herself. So others could too right?]

[dirtdevil]

—What?

[ he can see now (with his eyes, plural, he has two of them) that this is the girl who was with Falco back then. Gabi? he doesn't know anything beyond what Falco has talked about, but it seems she knows him quite a bit better than that.

including, quite possibly, his own future. he treads carefully from here, voice low, monster plants momentarily forgotten. ]

Why wouldn't I have two eyes?

[smallshot]

[Gabi was just staring up(UP, HE TALL) at him, with wide eyes. Then they narrowed into a squint. Thinking. Pressing her lips together.]

I could only see one and your mouth cause of the bandages...

[Maybe he'd had two eyes. And the eyepatch person had just covered one while wrapping him up?]

nipper b.

[theomachy]

[ erwin, over the past few hours, has gotten practiced at this netting thing. most people when they turn back are exhausted and crumple, but some are exhausted and fighting, which he can understand after how harrowing this month has been.

so he's not surprised when this young girl tries to fight her way out, drawn over by the ruckus, but he's nothing if not capable so he uses his size advantage and the fact that he has both arms again to try and contain her. he doesn't go for a giant bear hug or anything because he knows that's likely to heighten panic, but he does weather anything she throws at him, coming close enough to carefully, slowly press hands to her shoulders (whether she stops attacking him because of it or not) and curve down to look at her. not condescending, but on equal ground so he's not looking down at her. ]

Can you hear me? [ through the palpable panic. ] This place is dangerous, but you're much safer now than you were in the barrel. [ okay, maybe his habit of being realistic isn't the best in this scenario, he probably should have just said she's safe now.

but would she have believed him? ]

[smallshot]

[The two large, heavy hands on her shoulders did nothing to calm her. Not when all she could see was a stranger's chest. He was just so much bigger than him. Even as he crouched, the distance only emphasized how much larger he was.

For a second, Gabi slowed her wiggles. Frowning at the guy. Looking him straight in the eye.




Kneeing him the crotch. NO TOUCHY, SHE BAIL.]

[theomachy]

[ well.

that fucking sucks.

and like, yeah, getting kneed in the junk hurts. it does.

but this is a man who had his whole-ass arm bitten off so like, does he jolt? yes. does he swear? no. does his breath do a weird thing? absolutely.

does he grab her by the back of the collar as she tries to bail? abso-fucking-lutely. ]

You can't go out alone like this.

[smallshot]

[RU-]

Urk- [She was choking as she got yanked back. She flailed around, why this?]

Let go-! [Time to wiggle as much as she could. Flinging her boney elbows back. Let her be free.]