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Re: Villainous Team Choice Pokémafia - Game Thread
Eighth notch on Lysandre's cell wall.
In the end, I have managed to persuade the warden to replenish my nail polish. The strength of his beliefs simply couldn't match the strength of my beliefs. After all, low people such as that man are only good for taking and taking what belongs to others.
I do digress; my neutrality in the matter of the escaping prisoners is preserved. A great mind such as mine must maintain its sights on the bigger picture, rather than on such everyday trifles. Although... admittedly, the loss of freedom does, too, imply a certain loss of reach. Alas, for the plain entertainment of it, I might just keep an eye on what those lowly criminals might be up to.
It doesn't seem as if anyone's suffered the same fate as poor Courtney did two notches ago. On the surface, it might seem as if the tensions in the compound are waning, but the night was hardly silent. Why, myself, I have clearly heard two people targeting JackPK, and that must not have been the end of it. I do grow curious as to what shadows lurk these barred walls... But it simply isn't so much of a concern as to put a serious effort forth into investigation.
Now then, one thing I can still truly set my mind to, and that is beauty. Tragically, most of my fellow inmates have let go of that particular concern since their incarceration. They simply do not understand the importance of it, and this place grows uglier by the minute. It ultimately falls to me alone to preserve the beauty, and I won't fai- hmmmm? What is this that I smell in my nail polish container? Could this be... a low-quality replacement, rather than the actual substance that was once within??
GRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
... I stand corrected. Today, there has been one casualty: my nail polish bottle.
No one has died.
72 hours for discussion.
Eighth notch on Lysandre's cell wall.
In the end, I have managed to persuade the warden to replenish my nail polish. The strength of his beliefs simply couldn't match the strength of my beliefs. After all, low people such as that man are only good for taking and taking what belongs to others.
I do digress; my neutrality in the matter of the escaping prisoners is preserved. A great mind such as mine must maintain its sights on the bigger picture, rather than on such everyday trifles. Although... admittedly, the loss of freedom does, too, imply a certain loss of reach. Alas, for the plain entertainment of it, I might just keep an eye on what those lowly criminals might be up to.
It doesn't seem as if anyone's suffered the same fate as poor Courtney did two notches ago. On the surface, it might seem as if the tensions in the compound are waning, but the night was hardly silent. Why, myself, I have clearly heard two people targeting JackPK, and that must not have been the end of it. I do grow curious as to what shadows lurk these barred walls... But it simply isn't so much of a concern as to put a serious effort forth into investigation.
Now then, one thing I can still truly set my mind to, and that is beauty. Tragically, most of my fellow inmates have let go of that particular concern since their incarceration. They simply do not understand the importance of it, and this place grows uglier by the minute. It ultimately falls to me alone to preserve the beauty, and I won't fai- hmmmm? What is this that I smell in my nail polish container? Could this be... a low-quality replacement, rather than the actual substance that was once within??
GRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
... I stand corrected. Today, there has been one casualty: my nail polish bottle.
No one has died.
72 hours for discussion.