Dated: March 2nd, Friday Morning. Locationally-locked.

[evil_groupie]

*The evening is pretty quiet. Nothing much is moving...except for the zombies that are moaning. Especially one particularly-helpless undead. This poor thing is bound, hand and foot, to a alter that most campers leave alone

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hnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggnnnnn.....

[evil_groupie]

*Page-flipping*

This better work...stupid human sorcery--why does it all have to be so complex? What language is this, anyway? Good thing there's some cliffnotes in Japanese, y'know.

[cuebattlemusic]

rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHhhhhhhhhhhhh

[evil_groupie]

Oh hush. Hiroin is putting you to good use, so be quiet and maybe I'll give you a yummy treat for your assistance.