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[[Can I just point out that I have been saying for a while now that we can't be sure Steven was rolecop. I'm not pulling this out now all of a sudden to "divert attention", these are just the same things I've been trying to point out for half the game. Same with the serial killer rolecop thing...

[[Here's the thing: in mafia people rarely have anything to "definitively exonerate themselves". The only actual accusations that have been levied against me are: - Chibi says they rolecopped me and I'm strongman, I say I'm not; unfortunately, no, I can't definitively prove what my role is...

[[No, the persistent loud voicing of vague suspicions without anything resembling reasoning, without even being restricted by a character voice like Chibi, drives me nuts. Does nobody else think that's super weird? I would have been assuming this was an 'I know things because of my role that I...

[[No seriously please explain your actual line of reasoning for all the vague mmmHHHhehH yeahhah free is SO SUSPICIOUS YOU GUYS for the past two days, this is driving me nuts by this point]]

[[By the end of yesterday, half the thread had decided I was suspicious (largely because Chibi brought up having trouble reading me generally and not feeling confident enough in their townread on me, and Tetra has been insisting in the background that mm-hmm Jean is totally suspicious for a...

Dave was silent for a moment. “Well, if Hell is something you make on your own, then don’t make one. You can have regrets, everyone’s got regrets, but you’re not some kind of irredeemable villain because you got corrupted by this thing against your will. Don’t just…” He stopped, glancing at...

[[Forgot to actually claim in all that. I'm vanilla and my hint was that there are two doctors. I've alluded to this previously.]]

[[Yes hello what did I mi-- oh Well that sure makes things a lot simpler for me, and a lot seemingly simpler but actually more complicated for you all 🙃 Guess today I'm going to have to try to persuade you all that Chibi is scum after all goddamn it. First, I put some posts into multiquote...

Jean sat miserably slumped in her chair, ears drooping. Salem was gone, too. It was just a game but that didn't make looking at the empty spot next to her feel any better. "I don't like this game anymore," she muttered. [[:(( Salemmmm Hi, brain is leaking out of my ears and I need a nap...

Reviewed chapter 48 of Salvage.

Back for chapter 48!

"For... us? Immortals?" Dave sat there for a moment, chewed on another mozzarella stick, avoiding Soda's gaze. Fuck. "Isn't Breaker some kind of psychic surgeon? Maybe she can just, fucking cut something out." Did he seriously just fucking suggest that? "I don't fucking know. Point is, you...

“Like Maple hasn’t been zonked to hell and back on Blacklight too. Nearly killed us at the Tree of Life, if it hadn’t been for you leaving that lure.” He looked away. Glanced at the little Zoroark doll. Shadow was there again, beside him, paw on the glass to Soda’s cell, but Soda wasn’t looking...

Dave's chest tightened. In his mind’s eye he saw Adne in the cottage, walls splintering apart as she tried to repair them. He glanced back at Wheat as Soda stopped abruptly, saw the Xatu's eyes glowing. He supposed it seemed like he was helping, but this was still creepy as fuck. “Look, fuck...

Dave clenched his teeth. "All the more reason to work on liberating them, isn't it?" He exhaled slowly through his nose. "Look, that was the Blacklight."

"I can fucking guarantee you Flesh wants to see you. What, you think he's just shrugging? Oh, cool, Maple's my replacement Soda now? You're the one who pulled him out of a torture dimension." At least Flesh had better not have decided Maple was an adequate replacement Soda. "And what, don't you...

Dave grabbed a mozzarella stick of his own and took a bite of it, narrowing his eyes at Wheat. "Yeah, therapists watching over you 24/7 sounds pretty oppressive. Recovering okay otherwise?" He thought of the Adne in his mental landscape, wondered what the cottage would look like by now. If it...

"Just about." Dave glanced back at the Xatu. "How have they been keeping you? Any timeline on getting out of here?"

Dave glanced at the Xatu. "Yeah, hi," he said through the bag. Had he ever talked to that guy? He put the bag down in front of Soda's cell. "Hey," he said. "I brought mozzarella sticks."

At least dragging himself along to the picnic had proven he could just about make his way around by now. His muscles felt stiff and half-atrophied after the lengthy stay at the infirmary, but once he'd managed to excuse himself from the gathering and make his way through the portal back to...