AHH HELP! *gunshots*

[Flib Bigboat]

(Let's be up against the guests anyway, they're so evil they don't even put what their names are!)

[Kade Rivok]

Flib understands the evilness of the guests better than most.  Good on ya.

[Scott McLamok]

*Bang! Kills guest*

[lass of something much]

(Let's be up against the guests anyway, they're so evil they don't even put what their names are!)

(We're up against both...)


*A burly male rat with curly black fur struts into the thread through a portal, a bag slung over his strong shoulder*
Carful with that, you big rat, it'll hardly be use to us if you go and kill it! *An old squirrel wined as she absently fingered the bones, and charms on her tail tip, such trinkets also adorned her arms, legs, and ears, or one of them, the other was long gone and scared over, which she constantly complained about to her quiet companion, who would just grunt, which she would take as; please do carry on.*
Oh quieet, old wooman, I knoow what ah'm doing. *The rat replied grumpily as he dropped the bag down roughly and took a long swig from his canteen, ignoring the angry chattering squirrel.*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

Every time I read 'Guest' I think that it says 'Ghost', and it's very creepy.

[Kade Rivok]

That is no mere coincidence.  The guests are coated in a pallor most ghostly.

[Sebias of Redwall]

My face powder! D:

[Russa Nodrey]

D:

[Sebias of Redwall]

Now I have to use that pink stuff... *Sobs*

[Ripred the Gnawer]

What pink stuff?

[Sebias of Redwall]

Uh... Nothing. What are you talking about? 

[Kade Rivok]

Spoiler

[close]

[Flib Bigboat]

*is freaked out by the amount of guests there are*  I'm... I'm losing courage!

[Ripred the Gnawer]

Buck up, baby sister!

[Flib Bigboat]

Buck up yourself, I'm older than you, wot!
Also, the guests ought to be made to feel one inch tall by someone who is very good at that sort of thing.