Bellum Letale--A Pre-Made Roleplaying Community

( The day after the masquerade: A book, left prominently on the entryway table of the building, with a note on the outside )

{Posted the day after the masquerade.}

You fucking moronic sods. I don't know what I'm going to do with you all.

First you get the fucking decorations wrong. Then, at the masque, you get in fights and fuck one another across the floor, thus, alright, winning me back over.

And then you manage to drown your stupid selves and let some idiot girl go into a fucking coma?

And you were so close to getting on my good side.

I'm not pleased. And trust me, there will be repercussions. You're a bunch of bloody idiot children. You're very, very lucky I can't fucking pin this on any one of you directly.

Oh, and to the fine lady whose company I enjoyed--I'll wear the mask with the purple beak when next we meet if it'd make you more comfortable. You did so get around, sweetheart.

[After this the day after the masquerade. Pretty late in the morning.]

some1 died?

( #1007 )

[In a short pause immediately after this.]

[#P3]

Are you alright?

[In the midst of the music.]

[#P3]

I have a headache, can you stop?