[Night-time in Camp Fuck You Die. October has gone by, and the fall is now fully setting in. The night air is nippy at this hour, and a sort of staleness hangs in it this evening, almost as if it were a reminder that something is currently amiss. And although dinner has been over with for at least a few hours by now, a late-night snack can be rather enticing at times.
Those who find themselves wandering towards the mess hall this evening may hear the sound of
crying coming from off to the side. It's a mournful sound, and if one were to take the time out from their snack run, their jog, their weekly puppy-saving, or anything to seek out the source of the sound, they would find what appears to be a young woman sitting on the ground, head hung, weeping. And ... is that ... music crescendoing in the background? huh.]
[meet
the witch. you can easily turn off your flashlights and tiptoe around her to go on your way! however, be warned - if you spook her, she will
attack you. if the witch hits you, you die. one-hit KO,
death plot going on, etc. fire works wonders on her as do more powerful weapons. IF YOU WANTED TO DIE FOR THE CURRENT PLOT? come to me. this post might get messy, fyi. for all fights and potential deaths, please hop into #flashlightsoff. ♥ eta: aaand my attention span has died completely. thanks, guys!]