RATATOSKR

[soulping]

[The interior of your team cabin is far warmer than the winter outside. Each cabin is outfitted with enough beds for all present, and a table laden with food. Thick, juicy meats. Fatty broths. Congealed blood sausages. The sort of food that gets you through a harsh winter. The sort of food that makes you fat and tasty.

There is something here only for the wolf cabins, a trap door leading to a hidden basement where you can talk in absolute secrecy with the other wolf team.]

Comments

[quackery]

That isn't what I'm saying!

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

Then speak clearly, girly. You don't have to dress up your remarks for someone like me.

[quackery]

I'm not saying anybody's life is worth more than anyone else's. I just think if there's a way we figure out where less teams have to get killed than any other way, that's what we should do.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

In the end, folks are still going to end up sour with you for eliminating teams. May as well make it teams that don't draw attention to us wolves.

[quackery]

I don't care if people are mad at me. I just don't want anyone more than absolutely necessary to be killed.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

Then I'll be sure to tell everyone that after the game.

[ Time to see how she handles that stress. ]

[quackery]

Why are you acting like this? How can you be so awful?

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ Because someone has to be. ]

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