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I’m tentatively interested in running a corpse! Also a suggestion for future corpses: implementing a word count maximum so that entries can be closer to similar lengths and help the overall corpse feel a bit more fluid and cohesive.

Hello, I would like to sign up as a judge! I may also be writing—not sure if I needed to mention that, and it’s not set in stone yet, but I’m heavily considering it. :)

Well SHEESH, this chapter is pure insanity and nonstop action! It flew by so quickly, too! Lots of ups and downs this chapter, as I had several moments of thinking “Hey, they’re in the clear and about to esca—oh, nevermind. Oh hey, now they’re good! Ah wait, I was wrong again.” 😂 Oh also...

NIGHT ACTIONS LOG NIGHT 0: Free: Rolecop Chibi Result: Strongman Tetra: Rolecop Espy Result: Vanilla Starlight: Protect Sind Chibi: Shoot Windskull NIGHT 1: Free: Rolecop Tetra Result: Rolecop Tetra: Rolecop Sind Result: Vanilla Tetra: Strongman shot @ Free Starlight: Protect Free...

Mew flitted about overhead, watching the showdown with absolute glee. She giggled at various arguments, formed bubbles and popped them over the players’ heads, and seemed to be having the time of her life while the participants argued with one another. Then, as the clock wound down, she faced...

They came for him in the night. Though helpless to fight his fate, Whiskey showed no fear. "I would be lying if I said I had foreseen this. And yet... I am unsurprised." Whiskey stared down his death with a mirthless smile. "Very well," he growled, spreading his arms wide. "I can only do so...

As the seconds wound down on the clock, Theo resigned to his fate with a wistful smile. "Since I got the most votes first, I doubt I have time to try to switch and live, but it's been fun." Theo sighed. "I hope the killers hit either each other or the bulletproof so my fellow townies get...

[[Less than one hour remains! Sorry for no flavor here, I’m currently on the go and can’t get too into the post atm. The vote tally stands as follows: • (3) Theo (FauxFox) - Whiskey (unrepentantauthor) - Noel (Sinderella) - Espurr (SparklingEspeon) • (2) Whiskey (unrepentantauthor/Jackie) -...

Mew observed the discussion from above, tilting her head this way and that, sometimes putting her paws up to her mouth and giggling when an individual would get fired up. Oooh, this was fun! This was exactly the entertainment she’d been hoping for. So much intrigue and mystery! She flipped...

Jean wasn't surprised when they came for her. She'd exposed one of them, and the Absol had promised she wouldn't survive the night. It was just a game, but she was still a little scared. It was a little pretend, the thrill of imagining high stakes with no way of getting out, and a little...

Hello! I’d like a Mew sprite, please! :D As for feedback, I don’t have much! I thought this anniversary was fantastic and had a nice balance of many different kinds of events. One idea I have for the 5 year anniversary: perhaps all the artists of TR can come together to collaborate on a TR...

Silence fell as the fountain warped once again, this time creating all kinds of nonsensical formations as it spiraled up into the air. Mew burst from the water, spraying anyone who stood nearby, and flew in rapid circles overhead. What an exciting day! So many theories and mysterious and not...

Aight, here we go! Got my bingo in! The Under Lullaby Phoenix Snag Machines Night in the Desert Hyperthermia Gateon Port Sandstorm Dust

Prompt 3: Sandstorm CW: Grief The wind whirled and howled in time with the rippling sands carried within it. She stood in the center of the vortex, fueling the gale with her mighty wings and snarling through tears at the man across from her. The Flygon did not need words to convey her message...

Morning dawned on the small square, allowing the surrounding mists to lift slightly. As everyone emerged from their houses and glanced around at one another, the atmosphere shifted from cautiously tense to fearful. Two of them were missing. Gone. Without a trace. Mew popped into the air over...

Prompt #2: Night in the Desert “It’ll get cold.” “I have a jacket.” “No, I mean really cold. That frilly little thing you call a jacket won’t cut it.” “It’s a perfectly suitable jacket, thank you very much. And it’s not like I’m asking to sleep outside. I just want to see them—five minutes...

You don’t remember how or when you got here, wandering aimlessly through an empty white mist. You think it might be a strange dream, and yet something about the place feels too real to simply be a dream. Your feet carry you onward, though you’re not sure where to. Eventually, clouded shapes...

Howdy hey! I’m here signing up with this scene from chapter 10 of my fic! (Of Sand and Shadows). Enjoy some light sass and friendly banter. :D