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LOL :P
Just name everything after our Lord and savior Wellsia
Milk, then cereal.
You are a monster and should be hung until dead.
*hanged
Nope, hung. Not from the neck like a lynching (hanged). Like a towel on a drying line (hung). Starvation and thirst will be the killers, not neck snapping or suffocation. My way is much crueller.
Wow.
Your lesson for today is that I would rather be a sociopathic tyrant than grammatically incorrect.
Lesson taken.
To expand on my idea:
Lyric, Rhode Island is a small, quiet, cozy town. Sandwiched between the sea and Lyric National Park, not much happens in the sleepy burg. In the summer, the city folk come in to their beachfront homes and cottages, but the rest of the year the town is isolated from almost everywhere else. The nearest town of any repute is Arkham, and even then the road linkage runs through the park and isn't always the best.
Lyric has a dark past, however. Disappearances are common, and accidents even moreso. Some of the old folks say that the town is cursed by the actions of the town founders. Some just point to a spotty phoneline and inconsistent internet due to the park regulations, plus a failing town economy. Regardless, the little town faces its share of troubles. How many of those troubles are natural? How many are something...else? A class in the President Woodrow Wilson Central High School are about to discover just that...
Think of it like Breakfast Club with monsters and Lovecraftian themes.
Hung like a sheet. Surprisingly thin, broad enough to cover a bed, and mostly translucent.
I agree. I always got my bowl spilled when I was on high school trips because others saw me put milk in first.
As if you couldn't stack more firewood on your pyre.
You are literally the villain girl from Get Out.
Saying economics is independent of those psychological elements is silly.
That's the point m8
Neh, my hair was way longer before I had it cut short and I'd never wear striped clothes.
dry cereal only
Considering Balnik, it’s more fair to say he’s somehow been stealing a few barrels from whatever rig he’s working on to stack right by his pyre.
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