CRY WOLF OCTOBER GAME #3
Ms. Kisaragi, Mr. Gabriev, Ms. Fujibayashi... perhaps you are wondering why you are here.
You see, after discussing it with a few of my colleagues, we have decided to assist you in your Cry Wolf endeavor. With the secret backing of some of Camp Fuck You Die's most strategic minds (...and various other participants who could not be forcibly ejected), there is no way even a trio of completely incompetent buffoons could fail to survive the game.
Of course, I would not imply that you are such buffoons... with perhaps the noted exception of Mr. Gabriev.
Now, let us partake of the mutton sandwiches provided by my subordinate (whose memory is currently, regrettably malfunctioning, so please treat her with the sensitivity that one would normally bequeath the psychologically inept) and speak of tactics.
You see, after discussing it with a few of my colleagues, we have decided to assist you in your Cry Wolf endeavor. With the secret backing of some of Camp Fuck You Die's most strategic minds (...and various other participants who could not be forcibly ejected), there is no way even a trio of completely incompetent buffoons could fail to survive the game.
Of course, I would not imply that you are such buffoons... with perhaps the noted exception of Mr. Gabriev.
Now, let us partake of the mutton sandwiches provided by my subordinate (whose memory is currently, regrettably malfunctioning, so please treat her with the sensitivity that one would normally bequeath the psychologically inept) and speak of tactics.