THE EPIC BFDI FANFICTION MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU!!!!!!!

IM NOT A QUALIFIED AUTHOR SO THE BOOK MAY OR MAY NOT BE CRAP, I REVISED IT SO
PLEASE REREAD.
TWs: BLOOD, SWEARING, DEAD PEOPLE, BAD WRITING, HORRIBLE WRITING

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characters are made by @BFDI on yt aka jacknjellify :P

"Hosts"
NONE OF THESE MFS HAVE GENDERS
Four he/they
X (VARIABLE NOT MULTIPLICATION SYMBOL) (he/they)
Two (they/them)
[other numbers {1(she/they),3(he/they),5(she/they),6(any
prns),7(he/they),8(they/them),9(any prns),10(any prns)}]
Announcer (Speaker Box) but he/him
Firey Speaker Box but he/him
Puffball Speaker Box she/her

"Contestants"

8-Ball* he/him
Balloony* he/him
Barf Bag* she/her
Basketball* she/her
Bell* she/her
Black Hole* he/him
Blocky** he/him
Bomby*** he/him
Book*** she/her
Bottle* she/her
Bracelety* she/her
Bubble** she/her
Cake* he/him
Clock* he/him
Cloudy* he/him
Coiny*** he/him
David** he/him stickman
Donut*** he/him
Eggy* she/her
Eraser** he/him
Fanny* she/her
Firey*** he/him
Firey Jr.* he/him no relation to firey
Flower** she/her
Foldy* she/her
Fries*** he/him
Gaty* she/her
Gelatin*** he/him
Golf Ball** she/her
Grassy* he/him
Ice Cube** she/her
Leafy** she/her
Lightning* he/him
Liy* she/her
Lollipop* she/her
Loser* he/him hes famous alongside winner :3
Marker*** he/him the same marker from find the markers btw
Match** she/her
Naily* she/her
Needle** she/her
Nickel*** he/him
Pen** he/him
Pencil** she/her
Pie* she/her
Pillow* she/her
Pin** she/her
Price Tag* they/them
Profily* they/them
Puffball*** she/her
Remote* she/her
Robot Flower* she/her
Roboty* he/him
Rocky** he/him
Ruby*** she/her
Saw* she/her
Snowball** he/him
Spongy** he/him
Stapy* he/him
Taco* she/her
Teardrop** she/her
Tennis Ball** he/him
Tree* he/him
TV* he/him
Winner* they/them waw famoos
Woody** he/him
Yellow Face*** he/him

^^ 65 contestants

ignore the asterisks i copy pasted that. some characters are more prominent than
other characters. their canon pronouns are used.
they/thems are non binarys she/hers are girls and he/hims are boys
A/N = author's notes
i cant attatch images here oh my gosh.
they are objects.
also also their personalities are modified to fit the story more
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im making u scroll >:)

Leafy's PoV

I woke up with a start – whew! I may or may not have had a nightmare, but even
so, I already forgot about it. I took my phone from the bedside table, checked the
time (it was 7 am) and found a bunch of messages from Pin, one of my best friends!
I shook it off though, and I made sure I did my morning necessities first. I
finished doing my toiletries and changed my clothes. I then went to my kitchen and
took what was left of the Froot Loops that Pin had bought me. I sat on the chair,
took my phone out and started messaging her back.

[Pin!<3]
P- yo did you find out that thing about firey its literally all over bfb aside from
loser omg
P- PLS RESPOND I WOKE UP 5 IN THE MORNING IM VERY LONELY. COINY DOESNT WAKE UP TIL
LIKE 10.
L- wut about firey
P- guess!!
L- ihysm sometimes
L- is he dating coiny
P- he probably would but thats not it
L- does he do drugs
P- wtf
L- he got a pet??
P- where the fuck did you pull that outta, ur ass?
L- did he apologize
P- lmao no
L- is he gay
P- yeah hes bisexual bro!!!
L- oh cool
L- don't we have school
P- girl ur ass is an object!!!
P- idiot
L- ihy
P- cry about it

I closed my phone, I did cry about it, but a while after I had started pondering
about what to do. I checked my BFB [boring fanbase bin]. Ew, it's all about Loser,
and yeah, some of the Firey. I guess I could just take a day off. I went to my
room, put on my socks, turned the AC on, grabbed my laptop and before I knew it I
had thrown myself on the bed with a bunch of popcorn by my side watching pirated
movies like a broke person would do. No shame though, I was binging through the
entire Harry Potter movie series [no ripoff name because i couldnt think of one]. I
think the books were better, but that's just a personal opinion. I stuffed popcorn
into my mouth and drifted off into the—

A/N

I FR STARTED WITH LEAFY

Day 1
"BEEP BEEP! WAKE UP CALL," announced a text-to-speech voice, "Welcome. Uh, I'm
Announcer Speaker Box."
"And I'm Firey Speaker Box!" Someone in the audience made an audible gasp.
"I'm Puffball Speaker Box!" an overly autotuned, but nevertheless lovely voice
said. Another gasp was heard from the audience.
"I'm Four! And the other two hosts are Two and X," a squeaky voice said, showing
disgust at the mention of "two". The audience was obviously just confused.
"Well, uhm, wanna play a game?" Four asked, the statement echoing across the
room. The whole room went silent except for a cyan bracelet who yelled hoarsely, "I
LOVE GAMES!!!" and holding up a sign that said "I ♡ GAMES". She then noticed the
room's silence and asked, yet again in her hoarse half-yelling tone, "WHAT'S
WRONG?"
"Don't you wanna battle to win a pri- wait... no, wait, wrong script. Don't ya
wanna battle to, well, go home?" Four asked, with a lingering malicious tone. The
whole audience went dead silent, more silent than any silence can go, the maximum
amount of silence-ness.
"Hey, so, this is how the game works," a British-sounding someone said. "TWO, I
WANTED TO EXPLAIN!" Four yelled back in retaliation.
"No." Two replied. "Um, we picked eleven people to, well, yeah. I don't think
the eleven of you wanna kill anyone, but yeah. And uh, Four I think we should've
made the murderers less people- oh okay sorry," he quicky replied after Four stared
at Two menacingly, "Anyway, you gotta figure out the murderers before, well, they
kill everyone. I think the murderers already know each other? Yeah. Your rooms are
upstairs. Good luck! Our current building is a hospital. The next building will be
in a week! Every building has a courtroom, that's where we're in right now, and by
the end of the week, you will do an Among Us-styled vote for who is the most
suspicious! By midnight, everyone has to be in their rooms and they will be locked
until 6 am! Your PDAs show a map of the current buildings and they highlight your
room's location. They also work as communication devices and with a certain app it
shows the alive and dead objects here! Oh, and you can order food with 'em. Cool,
right?"
"Uh- what about the recovery centers-" said someone who sounded awfully like
PSB(puffball speakerbox).
"If you die here, you cannot be recovered by any type of recovery center,"
replied Two, "I think you should go to your rooms. It's almost midnight, after
all," he flicked his fingers and suddenly, with a small "pop!", all the
'contestants' had their PDAs. Gelatin followed Firey to his room.
"Firey, I know it might not be allowed but..wanna have a sleepover?"
"Gelatin, only you know I'm a gas fire. Is this really a good idea?" Firey
replied, staring at Gelatin in silence, "Fine, but just this once!" he slammed the
room to his door.
"You know, I never really had that much friends except for you and TD." Gelatin
explained, looking at him.
"I'm surprised you're here too. Heck, even Leafy's here!" Firey said, slightly
panicky. Gelatin had a slight chuckle and replied, "What, are you gonna make it up
with her or just...end the friendship there?"
"You know, at this point I have a better friendship with Coiny. Why are you
here, anyway? We don't even have much topics to talk about, we never even became
that close especially since those stupid viewers voted me out...wait." Firey
paused, walking back and forth the fireproof room, "This might be another, EVEN
weirder competition."
"Or maybe it's just an excuse for them to torture us?" Gelatin said, jumping on
the bed like a child.
 "I think- I think we should discuss this tomorrow," Firey concluded. Firey then
proceeded to throw himself on the bed, not knowing Gelatin was on it.
"YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR TONIGHT," Gelatin said, trying to stab him with a
fork but failing miserably. He rolled his eyes and jumped back on the floor,
curling up in a ball as if he was a campfire.
The hospital's cafeteria was packed with a few objects chatting or eating
snacks, even though it was almost curfew. They seemed completely oblivious to the
current situation, but after all, no one was dead yet, so why would they be
worried? In the greenhouse, Marker was hanging out with his friends, Stapy and
Foldy. The three were playing an extremely unhygienic game called 'Toss the Dirt!'
in which they were throwing dirt to each other and digging deeper holes in the
greenhouse. Actually, the greenhouse was the only room in the building that had
proper sunlight access, and so naturally the plant-based objects came in there a
few moments later.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! GET OUT OF MY WAY I NEED MY SPACE!!!" Flower
yelled, pushing every other being in the room away. Leafy and Tree followed her
angry ranting, trying to get sunlight. The stationery trio ran away to another
place, laughing at Flower. Meanwhile, Gelatin was sitting on the kitchen counter,
eating, well, committing cannibalism. Teardrop walked in with a shocked expression
on her face.
Gelatin stared at her and said, "Want some?" While TD just shook her head. She
slowly backed away and ran to the cafeteria.
---

- ? POV -

I didn't have any strong grudges with anyone, so I went with Eggy, as she didn't
really have any friends, and she was sort of just there. The two of us walked
together, talking about our suspicions. She was rational and didn't really suspect
anyone. We went in her room and just discussed why they would trap us in this
stupid 'competition,' and why they wouldn't let us have food in our rooms, which
was weird.
My heartbeat raised significantly, I had to do it, or else—
- Slash.
"There, I did it for you. I was just wondering where you were, you know."
Another object had entered the room, looking at me.
"Why did you do that!? It would've been better if I had done it myself..." I
said, glaring at him.
"You were taking so long in her room. By the way, she's still dead, she won't
despawn anytime, you know.." he replied. He looked at the door's window and
muttered, "Coast is clear," signaling for me to leave. He left with that stupid
smirk on his face, and, to my relief, we finally parted ways.

Day 2
"Another day, another slay!" Pencil said to Match, pointing finger guns at her.
"Yeah, it's, like, a miracle that we haven't, like, gone yet!" Match replied,
hugging Pencil.
"Well, we do have a court case today, whatever remains of us, anyway. Weird, I
thought they were every week." Pencil said, looking at her PDA.
"So, like, Eggy was the first one dead, followed by Bubble-"
"WAIT, BUBBLE? OUR ALLIANCE MEMBER?"
"Sigh, yeah, Pence-Pence, Bubble died. It was, like, expected though! Um, Pin,
like, accidentally popped her in the cafeteria."
"Uh oh, this is bad, Match! The alliance needs to stick together!"
"Wait, I need to, like, tell you the other dead objects. Eggy, Bubble, Gaty, oh
my matchstick factory, like, thank the heavens, Pillow's dead as well!"
"Yay! Although, I wonder how Pillow wasn't one." Just then, a loud beep could be
heard from the blue and green speakers that decorated the place.
 "Court case in 5 minutes! Please check your PDAs to locate the court. We will
then explain the court rules," Two said, in the most British manner they could ever
have British'd.
Everyone scrambled to the courtroom, some nervous, some sweating, and some, but
I'm not telling who just because, being loud and obnoxious. On the court pedestal
thingy (I don't know how courts work I'm sorry), Four stood, with their assistant,
X.
"Welcome to the court case!" X cheered.
"We rescheduled them to every other day," said Four, in a quieter voice.
"Anyway," Four added, "your job is to vote who you think is the most suspicious.
Even if they're not a murderer, the object with the most votes will be publicly
executed. Oh, and sixty of you remain. The deaths, from first to last, are as
follows: Eggy, cracked with a knife, Bubble, popped by, well, you know who, Gaty,
with dismembered limbs, Pillow, defluffed and cut in half, Barf Bag, her innards
torn apart, and Naily, ironically, got stabbed in the heart." Four said all of this
in a calm demeanor.
"Now, I will be giving you AN HOUR at most to discuss your suspicions. Good
luck. If no one is picked, I'll pick one to kill instead!"
This sent all the objects into a panic, what if they sent the wrong person to be
slaughtered?
"I give up on faking my personality," Nickel said, sighing.
"Shut up traitor!!" Coiny replied, half-yelling, and he threw a crumpled paper
at Nickel.
"Uh, shouldn't we pick someone at this point? Or at least discuss?" Price Tag
said innocently.
"Black Hole is definitely safe, after all, he was the leader of Death P.A.C.T.
(Death Prevention and Creating Trust)," Pen said, "Bottle and Balloony have been
very isolated from the rest, however."
"I think Pie is safe as well," Black Hole observed, "After all, she was the one
who thought of Death P.A.C.T.
The debate went on, and after an hour, the voting started. They looked at their
PDAs nervously, and the only thing that could have been heard in the room was the
clicking of the PDAs for the voting. As the voting ended, Two went in the courtroom
and set themself near Four.
"Uh oh, time's up! Let's see who got eliminated~! I'll be your personal
executioner, and as I'm very nice [Four made a 'hmph' sound], I'll make your death
painless!" Two said cheerfully.
"Only four people got votes! Gelatin, you have three votes. Profily, you got
twelve.
"What?!" Profily yelled.
"Hush now, I'm talking!" Two replied, "Anyway, Lollipop got twenty-one votes.
And our 'eliminated' is..." they paused, looking for suspense.
"It's Bottle, and either way, she wasn't a murderer." Four said, smiling
mischievously. Two rolled their eyes.
"Bottle, with twenty-nine voters." He clapped his hands, and Bottle fell through
the floor, a seemingly bottomless hole below the floor tile. Then, the tile emerged
back.
"You must not expect painless deaths from the others, though," Two stated
happily, as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Anyway, you can leave the courtroom now. Our session has ended!"
---

- Needle POV -

I figured out that I didn't have to follow curfew time so I decided to get some
food at the cafeteria. Two lied about the dorms locking, and I was pretty salty
about that, but food wasn't allowed in our rooms anyway, so I started walking
toward the cafeteria. I hid behind a wall to check the coast, um, a group of people
in the shadows were there, discussing about something - code names, maybe? I could
only assume that they were the murderers, but I couldn't really see them, and that
was the problem. I could barely hear them, their voices were faint, but I did make
out the words they were saying.
"I did not sign up for this." Someone said, sighing slightly.
"Ewww, there's a girl here!" I heard another say. I looked back, panting
heavily, and decided to sit down before eavesdropping again.
"So, we need code names, too! Maybe we could use some? We could use the first
letters of our names!" a squeaky voice said.
"This means, in alphabetical order, there would be B, C,-"
"Heeyy! There's someone here," another interrupted, they made their words
weirdly elongated. Wait- what did they say again? I froze, knowing that I was good
as fucked. I tried to back up, but my time had finally come. But I did not expect
the person whom approached me. I screamed my last, and made it my loudest.
- ??? POV -
Is she an idiot? These walls are soundproof. Whatever, I finish the job and walk
back to the others.
"Who was it?" someone asked me. I turned around and answered, "Needle." I saw
his eyes widen slightly and go back to his deadpan expression, attempting to hide
that reaction.
"Aww, are you upset?" I teased, poking his head slightly.
"Shut up, I will reveal your name to the reader right now," he replied, rolling
his eyes. I responded by making an abashed noise, and punching him, making sure he
stays quiet.
"Honestly, you two disgust me."

Word Count: 2,113

A/N
bfb is back moments
Dead [8]: Barf Bag, Bottle, Bubble, Eggy, Gaty, Naily, Needle, Pillow
[57]
II - happy little accidents

Day 3
"Wake up everyone! This is a threat!" Four screamed, then proceeded to screech
in the microphone, causing for some to pass out. "GET IN THE CAFETERIA NOW."
Barely anyone was in the cafeteria – after all, it was 4 in the morning. Liy was
sitting in her chair, alone. She was looking at her PDA while spilling cereal bits
and milk everywhere. Pen had forced his friends to get in the cafeteria despite
their protests. After two and a half hours, the cafeteria was bustling with people,
and PSB was struggling to serve everyone again. The objects had made a buddy
system; they only went with people they trusted, never alone.
"Hey, Teardrop!" Leafy called out, waving both of her arms. Teardrop turned
around and tilted herself slightly.
"Well, uh, wanna go to the greenhouse?" she said, "I don't wanna go alone, so.."
Teardrop froze slightly, but she nodded anyway. Leafy smiled and grabbed her hand,
startling her. They quickly went to the already packed greenhouse and pushed their
way through, looking at the glorious sunlight.
Meanwhile, four guys were chilling in a room. No homo, by the way.
"You know," Pen started nervously, "What if one of us was a murderer, and.."
"Um, Pen.." Snowball replied, looking at the others, Eraser and Blocky.
"We should just stay cautious, Pen, could you unlock the door?" Pen nodded and
opened it while the other three stared at each other awkwardly. They continued to
discuss about random things, like hand dryers in the males' bathroom on the first
floor not working for some reason.
On the right side of Pen's room, another four people were having a discussion –
Pencil, Match, Ruby and Book. They were at Pencil's room, discussing ways to not
get murdered, as opposed to The Squad; they barely trusted each other. They were
called The Alliance, and they only had girls in there.
"Alrighty! So, like, um, Pence-Pence, what were we going to, like, discuss
again?" Match asked, smiling apologetically. Pencil sighed and put her hand on her
hips, can you picture that?
"Okay everyone, so, we're gonna share our suspicions, if you have any, as this
will make us trust each other more and closer, too, as allies."
"Ooh, good speech, Pencil!" Ruby cheered, clapping.
"So, do any of you have any suspicions, at least? We need proof and witnesses,
preferably ones in the Alliance," Pencil stated.
"Well," Book started, "I think Taco is kind of suspicious." Everyone stared at
her.
"Book, could you elaborate?" Pencil said, sighing slightly. The two – Taco and
Book – had had a grudge on each other since BFB.
"I mean, it's not a grudge thing," everyone in the room had snorted, "But she's
been walking alone all of a sudden. Like, this one time, I was walking to the
hospital's library, with Icy, and I saw Taco going to the greenhouse by herself!"
she exclaimed, looking slightly unhinged.
"We should get Ice Cube to prove that, she's part of the Alliance, too." Pencil
pointed out.
"But she, like, literally only says, like, five things!" Match protested.
"Perhaps we should go get dinner first, ladies?" Ruby interjected, rubbing her
tummy.
"Yeah, perhaps we should," Book replied, trying to get the others off the
current topic. Once they went there, sadly for Match, the cafeteria was already
packed.
"F-Firey?" Leafy timidly asked, sitting on the seat opposite him. Firey raised
his head, almost fell out of his chair and both of them were locked into a staring
contest.
"Leafy."
"Firey. When will you apologize, Firey?" she asked rather politely. The other
froze and lowered his head again, making sure she takes the hint to end the
conversation. Leafy frowned, stood up, and left the table, much to both of their
disappointment.
Dinner had finally ended, and the cafeteria was emptying out. Firey had been
spacing out most of the time and he had barely eaten. No one reminded him of his
food, as he was alone on a two-seat table. Something was lingering at the back his
mind, and he definitely wanted it out. Meanwhile, something was lingering in the
shadows...
---
A chainsaw could be heard from the bathroom, I wonder what's happening?
"YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS TO ME, RIGHT? I'M YOUR FRIEND..IT'S ME, DON'T-"
"Times up," the other object said, turning his chainsaw on, it had the initials
"DM" on it, either a sign that he shouldn't be messed with, or maybe a little
memorial, perhaps. Either way, the other, panicked object had been sliced in half,
her remains everywhere.
"Good job, DM, I didn't expect that from you!" another object had come in,
dragging another body behind him.
"Now, we dispose of the remains and depart. Run," the object said.
"Bring my chainsaw for me."
"What- no!"
"Ugh, fine."
---

Day 4
"Good thing no one's going insane yet!" Firey Speaker Box chuckled, flying
around the cafeteria in their jetpack.
"You know, we really need some help serving people food," Puffball Speaker Box
interrupted, irritated with her colleague's behavior. "Announcer and I are really,
really busy right now."
"Then work faster!" he chuckled, flying around even more, presumably to annoy
others.
"It's okay, Puffball. I think he's chronically defective, just like his
creator."
"Announcer, you're serving me right now," Firey said, making sure to have a rude
tone.
"I already gave you your food five minutes ago, get out," PSB replied.
"Oh, hey Firey!" Gelatin called.
"Yo! Wait-" Firey cut himself off.
"Sorry, Leafster decided to sit here, but that's fine, there's only TD left,
that's two extra seats," he explained. Firey grumbled and sat grudgingly away from
Leafy, making sure no eye contact passes between them.
"Aye, Newbie Alliance! Lollipop, come sit here!" Gelatin stood up on his chair
childishly.
"Oh? But what about Flower? And why is Firey here? He's not part of this
alliance," she remarked, to Firey's utter disappointment, which was immeasurable at
the time.
"Make her sit here, then. Ooh, two winners in one table."
"Flower! Gelatin asks for us to sit here," she said, in her monotone, slightly
melodramatic, voice. Flower came, and sat beside Firey. Lollipop and Gelatin sat
beside each other, and Leafy and TD sat opposite each other.
"So, I actually have no idea why all of us are here so can we just eat
peacefully without anyone glaring at each other?" Teardrop wrote, and passed it to
Firey and Leafy first.
"Targeted, to be honest," Firey sighed. Leafy pretended to ignore that, to not
make much of a ruckus in the dining table, especially so early in the morning.
"Can't you two just sort this out for once?" Lollipop asked, looking at her
tablemates, while the two involved glared at her, and so Firey dragged Leafy to his
fireproof, soundproof, everythingproof room.
"Um, Firey?" Leafy nervously asked, worried that she would get murdered.
"Look, Leafy, I'm sorry, okay? Just because I TEMPORARILY," he added emphasis on
temporarily, "banned you from Dream Island doesn't mean you get to fucking-"
"Alright, I'll admit I'm sorry on that, but YOU just cared about your goddamn
reputation, and you fucking left me alone, to starve, yes, you saved me from death,
but there are RECOVERY CENTERS. You distance yourself from me even though there
isn't a valid reason but your so-called reputation. No one even hates me anymore.
Get your facts straight, dickhead. I don't want to be mad at anyone so early in the
morning, but here I am. Apologize, and do it properly." She took a big breath, and
proceeded to walk around the room, trying to translate the things in her mind into
words.
"I-I'm sorry, Leafy. I didn't kno-" Firey said, before someone had barged in the
room.
"THIS IS A STICK-UP, PUT YO HANDS UP." An unknown object interrupted, pointing
two guns, one at Firey, one at Leafy.
"I won't shoot if you cover up for me," they smiled strangely, to the point of
showing their unhinged demeanor.
"I'd never cover up for-" Bang.
"L-LEAFY!? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HER? I WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE TO APOLOGIZING
I-" two guns were now pointed at Firey.
"Answer my question. Yes, or no?"
"Y-yes, you can stop now," Firey said, nervously. Was he gonna get murdered?
Then and there?
"Hah, you're so dishonorable, Firey."
The figure walked out the door, seemingly disappearing. It left Firey's stomach
sinking, and Leafy's dead body was just there, making him feel even worse. Then and
there, his PDA vibrated, and the court meeting was now in session, he'd better get
there, quick. His room was soundproof; that's why he didn't hear anything. His
brain clicked, and he burnt Leafy's remains into ashes, hiding the evidence. He did
not want to get voted out in the court session, not even a week in this sick, so-
called 'game', and then, he sped to the court, in which today's judge was Nine.
 "Ya homeboy Nine's back in town!" they said, smiling at everyone, "Anyways,
y'all got some more deaths, some of which are Bell, Cake, Foldy, Leafy, Liy,
Needle, and Saw!" A lot of murmurs, mostly of disappointment, could be heard from
the crowd. Anyway, Nine continued.
"All of you are here now, it seems! Ya got less deaths than last court session,
and that's kinda sad. Whatever, go discuss, I've no idea why they even considered
me as a judge."
"Firey?" Lollipop asked, making him freeze.
"I- she- she just left," he lied in response, looking at the floor awkwardly.
"Oh, really?" she replied, looking at him intensely.
"I literally can't make this shit up."
"Hmmm." They discussed about the murders, and how the murderers don't seem to be
going anywhere with plans, just killing random objects that happen to go along with
them, and even so, they impact others' lives. Lots of suspicions arose, but none
had proper, concrete proof. After a while, they got hungry. It was 30 minutes to
the scheduled lunch time, and about 30 minutes for the court to end too. Nine came
back, in all of their mightiness, and smacked the little courthammer.
"Order in the court! Half-time! You've got thirty minutes left, no less, no
more!"
"Shit, we better get a proper person to get out, we can't just kill at random.
There's 51 of us left," said Golf-Ball, in her bossy way of speaking.
"I agree with Golf Ball, we have to vote someone out, even if we don't have
proper, concrete evidence! I think witnesses are enough, and that at least three
are required," pointed Tennis Ball out, he had always agreed with Golf Ball, well,
most of the time. After even more discussing, most of the court had not reached an
unanimous decision, and they had five minutes left, which also passed, quicker than
most five minutes do.
"Order in the court, guys!" Nine said, in his chill, laidback voice.
"You're gonna have to now vote someone out," they said, excitedly, "Who're ya
gonna vote out, huh? Oh, vote on your PDAs, if ya don't know." Nine made sure the
voting was short, and no thoughts were said out loud. After exactly a minute and
three seconds, they turned off all the PDAs.
"Time's up, guys! Time to share the top five most voted results!" she said,
trying to make it suspenseful.
"Number five and four are Gelatin and Book! With 4 votes both~" she announced,
pointing on the screen that popped up, seemingly out of nowhere. This took the
audience by surprise – the last court trial did not have this feature.
"Shh! Third most voted, was Firey! With 10 votes!" he said, happily. The
audience murmured, and Lollipop could have been heard saying "How did he not get
out?"
"Hey! I said shh! I'm talking here! All of you are rude! Hmph," they complained,
crossing their arms.
"Now, second is, um, Saw? Why'd you vote her, she's got 11 votes, but she's
dead. Insensitive creatures," he insulted, removing his sunglasses to clean with a
cloth.
"Anyway, you voted Taco out. With 17 votes, she's on the chopping block! Hehe,
get it? I'm gonna chop her up! Cool, eh?" At that moment, a life-sized chopping
board with a gigantic knife were spawned in the courtroom. Nine was using some sort
of telekinesis power to put a very, very scared Taco on the chopping board. Chop,
chop! She was gone, but Nine's tendencies made them chop even more, to little
yellow, red, and green crumbs. Her blood was flowing everywhere, in this case it
was ketchup, but it was still an object's blood, which made the audience terrified,
and they proceeded to take Two and their last execution words seriously. The trial
had ended, and the court was now clearing up. Lunch took place, but their appetite
was lost, so only 32 of the 50 contestants showed up, the others stuck at some kind
of vomit or nausea-relief room at the hospital's check-up room. Lunch had come and
gone, and the remaining contestants had stayed in rooms, thoroughly disturbed
during Taco's murder.
---
 "Hello? ù̶̦̜r̴͔͂̍ǹ̴̳͂o̵̱͂͒t̸̟̅ s̵̝̽̄ ư̴͎̟̍p̵̼͝͝ p̶̦̽̏o̷̳̓͝ s̵̼̆ ȩ̷̟̐͠d̵͓̓t̶̺̃̚o̸͇̔̇͜ r̴̪̋̈́ e̸̮̅ a̷̰̕͘d̴̺̋̏t̸̮̂ h̵̙̿̉i̷̻̫̚s̷͈̗̐ ?? Anyone there? O-oh. Of course this would be my
end. Ahahah. Yo, wait, could you buy my merch first?"
"Goodbye, Flower. Oh, and yeah, sure. Have you chosen a successor yet?"
"Gelatin, duh."
"Damn, you chose a fucking child."
"HEY, WHAT'S THAT MEAN?"
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Dead [17]
I[8] Barf Bag, Bottle, Bubble, Eggy, Gaty, Naily, Needle, Pillow
II[9] Bell, Cake, Flower, Foldy, Leafy, Liy, Needle, Saw, Taco
[48]
LOLOLOLOLOL DISCONTINUED ANGST
poor leafy bro
gelatin isnt a child bro help
II.V - their lies

"Ahahahahaha. Ahahahaaaa."
"Firey, are you okay?" said Blocky, unlike his normal personality, he was
worried as ever since Day 4 Firey had slowly been going insane. Perhaps it was
because he couldn't use him anymore for his 'pranks.'
"I feel̵͈̠͑̉̈́ ̷̡͍̈́̉h̶͔̩̟́͐ơ̸͈̜͔̍͋̏r̷͆r̵i̴̢͔̤͆̊̈́͜ b̷͘l̵̟͙̥̈́̍e̶." he responded.
"F-Firey!?" Gelatin ̵̧̛͉̪̮͇̰̤̦̙̐̍̐̇̍̿͛̈́̀͊͆̕͠͝͝ ̴̡̢̥͕̖̪͚̖̪̤̩̯̾̎ ̵̖͔͚͌̕̚ ̷̯͎̘͊͑̈́̾̑́̀̀͂͋̍̓̀̊͐ ̸̨̢̧̡̛̘̤̬̥̺̠͙͇̳̤͍͎̽̅͆̈́͆̅̑̒͊̃̇ ̵̢̛̗̺͖͈̩͉̣̱̰̲͙̪̥̤̬̹̀̑͑͌̅̅͒̂͋̕͝͝ ̷̯̋̍͒͌̋̿̌͠ ̷̧̱̟͇͔̣͕̜̬̯̘̋͒͑̉̀̔̈́͋̋̄́ ̷̢̺̘͕̣͔͚͓̫̱̞͇̰̣̺̀́̿ ̴̡͓̝̱̬͙̪̣̻̯̬͎̜̏͗̓͗̊̌̏̋ ̶̨͖̎́́̓̏̎̆̅̋́͒̄̄ ̷̲̙̳̗͉͉̈́̿͂͑̊͋̊̈́͒̓̉̃̍̄͗̋͝ ̸̧̖͖̠̗͉͋͆̈́̏̄͘ͅ ̵̧̰̪̠͖̱͚͖̠̐͐̈̔́̽͗̊̊̽̈́͊̐̓͜͝͠ ̴̢̢̭̥͖̭͖̝͈̙̠̪͚̎̎̿ͅshrieked.
"Eh?"
"N-never mind.."
---
"Stapy.." Marker started, sadly.
"She's gone.." the other replied.
"She is g̴̈́̓͑̚ơ̷̧̮̗̣̙̟̼͈̮̐̍̔̆͂͊̈́͑̍̿̄̅̔ṅ̷̛̦͈̰͉̣̩̞̟̠̗̎͑̀̂̄͛̑̔̏̓̅̚͘͘͠ë̸̬̤́̑̈̉͌̇͐̎̓̍͒̈́͐..."
"F̶̨̠̠̥͉̃̂͌̏̓̀ͅő̴̪̦̤͓̂̑̒̕͜l̷̢͙͎͖̙̮̉̿͌̊͘͝ d̷̹̲̗͔͔̭͔͛͑͐͗́̍͛̊̚͝ ỹ̶̹̗̘̫̱͋̆̈̇͆̒̍͒̋y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆---
y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜
y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆
y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜
y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆
y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴̬ȳ̷́͑͜͝y̶̛̼̼͆͂ȳ̶̟͊̓̽y̸̪̥̯̿̾y̸̖̩̦̝̾̇ y̸͚̖͈͗͌̈́̅ ỵ̸̢͐̈́͆͌ý̷̠͚̰̀y̸̰͊̔̾̚ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆y̸͎̅̾y̸̛̤͊͐͝ ỹ̶̤̞̳̓͠y̷̳̖̑̄͆ý̵͔̪̑y̷͐́̅͑ͅy̵̨͉͌͜ y̸̖̗̦̾̀̃̕ỳ̴ỷ̵͍̯̭̲̈́́̆yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyy
Marker sighed and left, despite Stapy's protests.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴̾͠ ͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖
H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝ H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫͂̾̈́͌̐ ̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅ
A̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͂̾̈́͌̐ ͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝ ̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝ ͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳͂̾̈́͌̐ ̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚
H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼͂̾̈́͌̐ ̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜̾͠ ͚̲͙͎̤͖H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̎̅͝ ̖̦A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖͂̾̈́͌̐ ̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅ
À̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝ ̞H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͂̾̈́ ͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͌̐A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕
H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫͂̾̈́͌̐ ̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝
̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̾͠ ̜͚̲͙͎̤͖H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̾͠ ̲͙͎̤͖H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚
H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅA̴͎͙̼̝͚̟̜͚̲͙͎̤͖̾͠ H̸̢̨͎̪̹͇̭͈̪̠̯̭̩̫͛͒̿A̴̡̬̺̟̠̮̥̭͚͎̱͓̻̣̺̱͑͊͂̈́̂̈́̒̈́̊̑̒̈́̀́̿̚ H̶͚̼̖̦̎̅͝ A̶̛̖͙͚͎͙̲̘̩̞͈̼̫̳̥͔̞̍͛̀̄̍̅̃́̐̽̈́̎͐͝H̵̨̢̛̦̦̟͇̮͉͎̘͉͂̎̽̅̃̄̃̀̌͛̿̋̕ͅẠ̴̡̱͓͉͕͈̫͙̼̭̫͙̹̰͎́̆̿͊͊̕̚̕ͅH̵̩̟͋̾͒̑̋̈́ Ă̷̧̜̫͍͎͖͕͓̦̺̰͐̊̅̽͜H̷͈̳̠̫̲͖̼̳̞͉̱̪̻͚̺͂̾̈́͌̐ A̵̦͔̤̙̫̣͚̪̗̦͕̬̭͂̔͋̇̇̍̕H̶̗̫̩͎̲̣̰̝̯̀̅̓ͅÀ̷̧̛̃̌̃͂̀̐͐͗̚H̷̢̡̛̦̝̫͚͍̮̗̼̗̟̗̜͕̪͂̐̐͂̑͘ͅ
---
that's funny!
is this all in your head?
you didn't want them to leave, didn't you?
you hated me for that, didn't you?
i have some advice for you.
just be nice for once.
.
.
.
i had to learn that lesson, too. hm.
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A/N
lmao
angst
i love angst
especially when someone dies
but im terrible at writing angst
thanks
III. genocide

Day 5
"Okay but you're actually definitely gay," Blocky told Pen and Eraser.
"Yeah we are," said Eraser.
"No we're not," said Pen, the same time Eraser said his statement.
"If we're not today then we were last night bro."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING LAST NIGHT."
"What about-"
"IDIDNTDONOTHIN"
"Yeah, I am leaving, do some shit, do Pen, I don't fucking know," Blocky, said,
leaving the two alone.
---
"That's expected."
"..but-"
"Shh, it's okay."
"F-fine."
- shhhhk!
---
For some reason, we are back at the greenhouse. Everyone was slowly losing their
sanity, and so there was a crowd at the greenhouse, maniacally staring at the sun.
Meanwhile, some time later, it rained. How unfortunate. The greenhouse slowly
cleared out, except for the Newbie Alliance - Gelatin, Flower, Teardrop, and Leafy.
"At least there's a roof here," said Flower, sighing in relief.
"Hey, I won't get soggy!" exclaimed Gelatin.
---
"Hey, Puffball!" Fries called out.
"Oh, Fries! C'mere!" Puffball replied, flying around giddily.
"Huh? Oh, alright," Fries said, walking towards Puffball.
"Yay! Okay dokay, what do we talk about?" she asked happily.
"Hm, I don't know. Well, since we're trapped here, do you have any suspicions?"
Fries asked.
"Oh! Yeah! Hmm..." Yeah, I really need to finish this story.
---
"Oi, Blocky! Where's my chainsaw?!" shrieked Marker, stomping his feet.
"I don't know! I'm trying to get Firey to commit genocide with me!" he replied,
bothered.
"I'M NOT LETTING YOU PASS MY KILL COUNT," replied Firey.
"OH COME ON, YOUR KILL COUNT IS IN THE THOUSANDS, THERE'S BARELY 50 PEOPLE
HERE," he protested angrily. The two proceeded to get into a heated argument,
literally and figuratively.
"Hm? Looks like someone heard us," said Gelatin.
"It's Match, I think," replied Marker, "Oh! There's my chainsaw!"
"Firey just commit arson."
"I AM arson."
 ---
Lunch time! Not even the first week, and already over a quarter of the cast has
been wiped out. The cafeteria filled up, but not as much as the first day. As if
there wasn't murderers roaming, they walked excitedly, anticipating the food. Even
Gelatin, who stays at the kitchen most of the time, not enough to be counted as
24/7 though, ran to the cafeteria to ensure being first in the line.
"Mhm! The usual, please!" he ordered, his mouth watering, "Oh! And a slice of
pizza, too!" Puffball Speakerbox had to endure this day's lunch as lunch lady as
the Announcer had gone for an errand, and Firey Speakerbox was ultimately useless,
flying around the cafeteria. "Weeee!"
"Firey, Firey, oh Firey, where are you?!" yelled Blocky, skipping through the
cafeteria with his tray. Firey moaned in disappointment as Blocky found him in the
kitchen, eating his food there alongside Gelatin.
H