Week 5

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With the Studio in shambles, it seems odd that the game would continue on. You would think that forces from site 4 would drop in and extract people, right? But no, not a peep is heard from them. The game continues on as it has for all the previous weeks, and there is no sign of it stopping.

The weather certainly matches the mood, though. By Monday morning, a light rain will start to fall, making the area damp and gloomy. People can go outside if they so wish, but they might want to don some raincoats and rain boots.

With power off at the studio, it is safe to assume that no cameras are on there. But what about the rest of the house? Will surveillance continue there? And what is everyone going to do about this balancing act of 'survive' and 'convince everyone you should be allowed to live'? How long will it be before everyone cracks from the pressure?


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[resortghosts]

[Well. Okay then. While Silver's busy flinging the lavender prinny into the woods, there's going to be another one that runs towards him from behind, trying its best to unload the contents of a garbage bag on Silver's head.

On the plus side, it's mostly just dry packaging from food and bits of rubble, with a lone ball of clumped up paper mixed in. On the other hand, it's still garbage. Either way, it will try to run over to where its comrade has been yeeted, hissing something quietly as it moves past Silver.]

You idiot.

[iblistriggered]

And don't come back, you prick.

[wha...? Garbage? Silver shakes off the mess, then growls and looks at the other Prinny]

What? You want to join him so badly out there? Let me give you a hand.

[these bitches empty. YEET!! Brown prinny can land right on top of lavender prinny for all he cares]

If I see either of you again, I'll throw you even farther! And I won't leave your legs intact. I hope forest animals piss on your STUPID PENGUIN FACES.

[resortghosts]

At least check the paper, you--

[Welp. It looks like Team Prinny is blasting off againnnnn]

YOU IMBECILEEE

[iblistriggered]

Bye, asshole.

[he does pick up the piece of paper, now, though, since it's weird and stands out amond the refuse. He uncrumples it]

[resortghosts]

[There's some stuff written in slanty handwriting!]

[iblistriggered]

[Silver balls it back up (but not a lot) and growls, keeping up the act] Stupid Prinny garbage. [he bends down to pick up a piece of rubble to throw at the fence, quickly sliding the piece of paper into his boot] Like I want this crap!! [YEET ROCK INTO THE FENCE]

[resortghosts]

> Lavender Prinny will remember this.

[iblistriggered]

[But Alcor.

He's just expressing his




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[resortghosts]

[ This one looks too tired to do anything but watch this disaster, at least.

It looks from the yeeted prinnies to Silver and then...

... starts cleaning up the garbage. ]

[iblistriggered]

[ Well, on his way back to the house, he does set the trash can upright for him. But he pointedly does not look at the Prinny.

The red dusting his cheeks may be an indicator of why

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