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I gave in...

Day 3: My fellow Graalians have been getting infected by Pokerus and it's spreading quickly, I might be one of the last survivors resisting this strange virus.

*zombie noises*

*Conjures Higbey to kill off ZombieSimon*
*Equips Ring of Namira to justify cannibalism*
*Bon Appetit*

*dead*

SUPERSONICSUPERSONICSUPERSONICSUPERSONICSUPERSONIC SUPERSONIC

This isn't survivor >:0 *angry splashes*

I stumble upon the journal of a victim called Blueh.
I begin to read. *this is where you have to write the entry, Blueh.*

"Father, forgive me for what I have done.

It's gone. All of it. Our fortune, our belongings, our livelihood. They came and spent it all. On trinkets and jewelry. Garments and furnishings that hold no value. How we used to laugh and pretend. That it would never come to an end. But it has, oh yes it has. For the night of the hour struck still. And the Snowy Mountain ceased its chill. As beggars and barons began to come. Played by Harlots, they were too dumb. I spent it all there, along with friends. But atlas, our time has come to an end. So now without money I am a bard.

On a retro game, I used your credit card." *end of entry*

Where did that come from? O_o

*points dorsal fin towards Dimentio*

what i havent been on in two days what

which pokemon do i choose

you already ****ing took umbreon i had dibs

i'll be umbreon's hotter, mysterious older sister.

say that to my face ****r not online see wht happens

confirmed for best graalians couple