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Stracion blinked at Anubis. “Okay so like, wait—if you’ve already decided you’re gonna say your role, spending a long time putting a post together feels like using that time to come up with a convincing fake role. I get making a thought out counterargument whatever, take all night for that, but...

“Lmao I can’t count.”

Stracion tilted her head. “Right, so… what does that… mean? Like you got rolecopped or something? If ‘Racha is a hater, he couldn’t have rolecopped you on day 1, so your role had nothing to do with that. And like, ‘at least one?’ There’s only two votes bro, you’ve gotta have some idea which of...

"Riiiiight 'kay, yep, that changes things. Derp." She paused to reread the writing Phoebe had left on the buffet tablecloth, explaining the various possible pairings. "Fuck it, I'll bite. Vote: Anubis."

Stracion shrugged. "Nah, nah, just that being the deciding vote is usually something they wanna try and avoid unless there's a real solid reason, you get me?"

"Like, he'd know Cygnus was clean if he was a hater. He'd know who the other haters are, and that everyone else isn't, and being the hammer vote on a homie always looks bad. But like, I'm not 100% on it or anything, and he legit might've just forgot to try making a more info-grabbing vote."

Stracion paused, drumming her fingers on the soda can. "Hang on a sec. Haaaang on, you might be onto something. 'Racha was like me--pretty up for having a spicy day 1 to get more info. All good there. But then he just left his vote on Anubis for no real reason when he coulda switched over...

Stracion cracked her knuckles. "Aight, so, I'm having a thought... only the haters know for sure if they're the ones who targeted Cygnus, right? A gun owner wouldn't know. I guess a vig would, but eh, got my doubts there. Anyway, that means looking at who's assuming who got Cygnus could be...

Stracion had dozed off for most of the morning but then abruptly jolted awake. Right, there was a game, she probably oughta play. "Ey, nice, I was thinkin' the same thing. I don't think it's an act, I think she's clean." She leaned back in her seat. "Anywho, like Jack-o over here said, I...

Stracion blew a raspberry. “You guys are boring. Well, don’t blame we if we’re flying just as blind tomorrow because nothing spicy happened.”

“Aw c’monnnn, it’s no fun if no one gets voted out, where’s your sense of drama~”

Stracion waved a hand lazily. “Hey, Pheebs, it’s fiiine, anything sus at this point is sus by like, five percent tops. If you’re a homie, I doubt any of it’ll stick by tomorrow.”

Stracion idly twirled a loc of hair around her finger. “Yeah, see… fussing too much about third parties and stuff making it too dangerous to play when there’s nothing to go off yet… Just feels like something that’d be on a hater’s mind, y’know? The rest of us gotta deal with all of them the...

Stracion pointed with the cup she was holding. "Yeah, blue boy's makin' a lot of sense imo." "Anywho, truth be told I was thinkin' I'd vote for Anubis, but what he said doesn't seeeem like the reason he'd give if he were a hater, so eh. Soulread says no for the moment. Leeet's go with red...

Stracion shrugged. “If that’s the case, anyone who’s got a gun oughta just act like they know what they’re talking about so the haters pay ‘em a visit and then—boom.” She mimicked the firing of a gun with her hand. “Aaaanyway…”—she stretched widely and glanced at a nonexistent wristwatch—“guess...

"Ey. That's pretty sick," Stracion replied with a pair of finger guns. "As for the game, eh, I'm sure I'll pick it up as we go, how hard can it be?" "Cheers to that," Stracion said, raising a plastic cup full of knockoff Mtn Dew.

Stracion leaned back in a chair and kicked her boots up, dunking a hand into the bowl of Doritos. With shit going south in Kanto, she'd been looking for a change of pace, and then wouldn't you know it--golden opportunity right here in Alola. She couldn't lie--Team Skull seemed pretty much...

Name: Stracion Decora Personality: Chaos gremlin with confusing morals Appearance: Slender, petite, with long, blonde hair usually tied into a curly ponytail Backstory/additional notes (optional): Joined Team Rocket in need of some quick cash, later quit once things started getting too real...

It's finally time to dive into the second Mary-Sue Exquisite Corpse, in which our gorgeous heroine bends the world around her to her whims because she's just too perfect. Like all the other fics of its type, each author only got to see the final two sentences of the previous part of the story...

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