askaninjask
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“Hey! Push Flamestrike forward!” shouts Da Letter El.
“Yeah! He’s meat and he smells!” is the general consensus from the crowd.
However, as all of you try to push him to the front of the shelf, all you get are handfuls of bread.
“Ahahahaha!” shouts Flamestrike to the rest of you as he runs to the back of the shelf. The rest of you follow, hearing askaninjask’s footsteps just outside the pantry.
askaninjask opens the pantry and sees that all of his food has mysteriously moved to the back of his shelf. In order to reach them, he would have to bend his knees and reach his arm all the way across, and there’s no way he’s doing that.
Nobody has been eaten.
It is now Night 2. Deadline is 48 hours as of this post.
“Yeah! He’s meat and he smells!” is the general consensus from the crowd.
However, as all of you try to push him to the front of the shelf, all you get are handfuls of bread.
“Ahahahaha!” shouts Flamestrike to the rest of you as he runs to the back of the shelf. The rest of you follow, hearing askaninjask’s footsteps just outside the pantry.
askaninjask opens the pantry and sees that all of his food has mysteriously moved to the back of his shelf. In order to reach them, he would have to bend his knees and reach his arm all the way across, and there’s no way he’s doing that.
Nobody has been eaten.
It is now Night 2. Deadline is 48 hours as of this post.