Looks like the spawn of the devil has found his way into the community. Charming, isn't he?

I suggest you all to ignore him, that's what I will do.

Look, I need a favor.

If you haven't noticed already, we've been descended upon by a douche of epic proportion. And coming from me, that's definitely saying something.

So, yes.

Wanted: one raging psychopath person who's willing to worldhop down to my boring backwoods town to put some dicksplash highschooler in his rightful place. If you have the powers to just like, transfigure him into something awful or put some kind of freaky curse on him for a bit, that would be really great.

Must possess: some modicum of self-restraint to not actually kill OR physically harm this guy, although I recognize how hard that would be for anyone once he opens his mouth and his stupid, screeching voice neuters any sanity you have left.

Payment: negotiable.

If that sounds like your kind of gig? I'll be waiting to hear from you.

[It's likely been a while since anyone saw Shadows on the community. But here we are, the dark and foggy world overseen by a surreal red and black striped sky.]

[ A trio of teenagers are seen running through what seems like a park, impossible though the world itself might look. As for what they're trying to evade? A moment later that would be revealed as a trio of Slipping Hableries. What's the plural of 'Hablerie'...? Whatever. One Shadow attacks the girl among them--Chie Satonaka--with its tongue. She drops to the ground, unconscious.]

We're done for...

[And by all appearances, Yosuke Hanamura would be correct. Because the two still conscious are essentially cornered.]

My legs...won't move... [While the silver-haired student in glasses doesn't seem as overtly terrified as Yosuke, he'd have to be an idiot not to be worried as hell.]

[The Shadows see their chance and move in to attack...and then, as they say, shit gets real.]

( reach out to the truth )

[ooc: Responses ICly delayed by a few hours.]

A question for you, community:

Which is worth more to you: your life? Or your freedom? Would you sell your own freedom away for a high enough offer?

After all, once you die, it's over. Well, for the vast majority of us, anyhow. Nothing more to worry about once it's all done.

Once your freedom's gone, well. That can take some time. And how bearable it is all depends on one's master.



((All replies anonymous unless otherwise specified; if you're determined, his identity can be hacked. Unless you're Cassian, because he's not allowed to find out about certain canon points yet.))

[The inside of a girl's bedroom, said girl in night clothes, the only lighting coming in from a window with open curtains...it sounds like a scene from a bad romantic movie. In reality, said girl is sitting up in the bed, the blankets drawn tight around her chest. Though her face now looks embarrassed, it also looks pale enough to tell she's a bit scared.]

S..since most of you probably won't have anything to do...I'll let you answer a question for me. [She jumps for a second and closes her eyes. Slowly, as if afraid of what she would see, a blue eye cracks open a bit.]

A boy talked about ghosts...being real. Are there really things like that around? [When the post ends, her voice is vulnerable, slightly shaky.]

Should I be doing anything with this golden apple?

[Guess who's late to the party.]

Good evenning, everyone. I hope you are doing well. My name is Tendou Kasumi, and it is a pleasure to meet you, if we have not already. I have been here for quite a while, and so, have been wondering for some time, if you wouldn't mind answering:

What is your world like?

I have a question about intercourse.

Why would someone call it the "horizontal tango"?