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Started by Russa Nodrey, December 23, 2015, 01:08:51 AM

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Hickory

*whispers to Rosie* THE TEACHER'S INSANE
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Rosie Willowwater

                    

Russa Nodrey

*Cough, cough* *Twitches* *Cough, cough*
Freddy

Rosie Willowwater

                    

Russa Nodrey

Perfectly fine! Thanks for asking. :D *Bell rings* Okay, it's lunch time!
Freddy

Rosie Willowwater

Yay! I brought a strudel! *takes lunch out of bag*
                    

Delthion

*Takes human out of lunch box.* Meh, not properly tenderized, that's okay. *Starts beating the corpse with a meat mallet.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Rosie Willowwater

. . . MISS! DEL IS MURDERING SOMEONE!
                    

Russa Nodrey

*Is about to take a bite of my sandwich* *Sees Del beating a corpse with a meat mallet* *Turns green* *Throws my lunch out the window* Um, Del, corpses aren't permitted in the school building. So I'm afraid you'll have to eat your lunch outside...Okay?

Freddy

Lady Ashenwyte

The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Rosie Willowwater

*teleports corpse far far away and replaces it with chocolates*
                    

Delthion

#161
*Takes corpse back from far far away, goes outside and eats it.* I didn't kill it! My mother killed this lunch for me! ;D
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

*Resurrects the corpse*

Fresh food is better.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

True! *Continues eating now resurrected and tenderized corpse.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Groddil

Well, it looks like Brockhall High got nuked or something. Imma come back here.

* Groddil approaches Del.

Hey fellow Spambot. Can I have some, I left my tin of spam at home today.