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[fferyllt]

Did you mix it with hot chocolate? It's the best mixed drink imo

nope. not tonight. one glass and off to dream sweet dreams of the house being swallowed up by the earth.

pedit don't make me post horror pics.

[Prism]

[fferyllt]

yeah, like that.

[PookyTheMagicalBear]

The train groaned and rumbled as it began its journey out of Vladivostok, 200 tons of metal coming to life as one, the steady thrum of the wheels on the track pounding like waves upon a beach. Most of the cars on the train were ordinary, filled with people weary and preparing to sleep for the long journey ahead; but on one there was the excited hum of activity. Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich was a bear of a man, his chest built like a brick wall, arms thick like tree trunks with tattoos running down both sides. His eyes were an unnatural shade of blue, so icy and cold in their intensity that they could peel back a man’s soul until it held no secrets from him. He had risen through the ranks of the Syndicate through sheer determination, retiring his rivals with a careful word or ruthless application of force. His favorite method of killing was to use a heavy rope to beat someone so hard that they willingly agreed to hang themselves with the same rope. He had made many enemies on his rise and buried even more – his cold blooded ambition the stuff of underworld legend. Among all his lieutenants he trusted only a handful – Syr, Peta, Fiery, Notty.

However an American seal team had just seized his shipment in Hokkaido three hours ago, and Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich knew there was at least one rat on the train. None of the four had any reason to know of the raid, for them this would be just an ordinary trip to Moscow for some fun – however he knew that someone had a guilty conscience. As the friends pounded shot after shot of vodka, he looked at each of them thinking about who would be the one to crack. As the train rumbled onwards, the talk became louder and more boisterous, the five friends recounting their escapades together, how they had stolen a cow from a local farmer when they were young, their first bank robbery together, and that time when Fiery had assassinated an informant by throwing him out of his hotel suite into a river. Life was so much simpler then, but now they had risen to a very high place, and the fall from such a place could be quite dramatic.

After hours and hours of small talk and chit chat, Cabd eyed Syr very carefuly and remarked to him that he did not seem to be as spirited as he usually was. Syr looked up at him to make a half-hearted excuse, but when he looked into Cabd’s eyes, he knew there was no point. A look of resignation came over his face – it was relief almost. He reached across the table and touched Cabd’s hand.

“Promise me you will not touch my family, they had nothing to do with this”

A hush fell over the train then, the only sound they could hear was the steady thump thump thump of the train wheels. Everyone knew what had to be done. Cabd rose up and took Syr’s hand like an old friend, and guided him to the room where such things were done. It was over quickly, such was the respect afforded a friend of thirty years. As they began to clean up, the realization swept over the others that they had just narrowly avoided death, as they themselves were being tested. Cabd poured out the last of the vodka and they drank once more to the dearly departed.

As Notty took the body out to dispose of it, as he had done for many others before. Cabd passed out cigarettes for his last two compatriots. Peta took a long wistful inhale while watching the snow fall outside.
“I will have to find if he had any other compatriots, the Americans could not have only one spy within the ranks.”

Cabd Dmitiri Konstantinovich sighed.

“No my friend, you won’t.”

Peta never felt the bullet enter his brain, his last thought was about the moonlight on the horizon and the snow flowers in the air. They looked so beautiful and free, and now he was too.

VOTE: Elements

[fferyllt]

heart-freezing

[DrippingGoofball]

Wow that was beautiful and worth the wait.

[DrippingGoofball]

Whatever happened the the picket lines of people claiming Elements innocence and blocking their execution?

[Cabd]

Scabs.

[Cabd]

Going to sleep. No more from me alas.

[DrippingGoofball]

Prism and Skitter are suddenly OK with the yeet they so loudly protested?

[Prism]

Prism and Skitter are suddenly OK with the yeet they so loudly protested?

...Suddenly?

[Prism]

Tuesday, Dec 15th.

If Elements is town, where is the last minute townie hustle?

No.

[DrippingGoofball]

Tuesday, Dec 15th.

If Elements is town, where is the last minute townie hustle?

No.

?

[DrippingGoofball]

I don't know what you're trying to say.

[Prism]

I don't know what you're trying to say.

If me not fighting it is scummy that's fine but acting like i've been fighting it is ???

The quote is me outright saying 48 hours ago that I wasn't going to argue to save Elements. I've literally refused to play the game for like 5 days now

[Prism]

I don't know what you're trying to say.

If me not fighting it is scummy that's fine but acting like i've been fighting it is ???

Clarifying: Acting as though I suddenly switched from fighting -> indifferent

[DrippingGoofball]

I meant "where is Elements' townie hustle"

Still not sure what you mean.

[Prism]

I took it as "where's your [Prism's] townie hustle]" since it came in reaction to me.

I'm saying my apathy is not sudden at all.

[DrippingGoofball]

I was thinking that Elements' lack of fighting spirit as his wagon grew to claim station was scum indicative. That's the townie hustle I was talking about.

[DrippingGoofball]

I took it as "where's your [Prism's] townie hustle]" since it came in reaction to me.

I'm saying my apathy is not sudden at all.

You fought so hard for Elements and you said nothing tonight.

Is Elements hammered, BTW?

[Prism]

I think we have very different definitions of "fighting so hard". You have me on record on Tuesday, Dec 15th saying outright I had no intention of fighting for them. These were my last two posts from earlier today before dropping in to shitpost.

I'm straight up doing nothing until Day 3. Elements will get flipped without me, if they're scum cool I didn't have to reread to discover it. I can investigate everyone else whenever.

Coincidentally we are now less than 36 hours until deadline, which is the prod timer.

See y'all Day 3.

They are hammered.

[fferyllt]

I think so.

contemplating a baileys refill.

[Prism]

If any game were to entice me to drink again it would be this one. Some moments captured onsite remind me not to.

[DrippingGoofball]

I will absolutely vanity this.

This is dumb and I'm not hammering it.

[fferyllt]

the mod flaked? ow.