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[fuckyou_chorus]

[The weather around camp has been growing increasingly odd, with the air feeling thicker and thicker by the day. The oddness by the barrier had begun to expand to camp at large - strange echos, odd bursts of light, and a general sense of dread permeating everything

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[fomicrymeariver]

Poison apple? ♥

[pie_or_death]

...Are you offering or making a sort of metaphorical allusion that I'm not aware of at the moment, because the intonation of your voice doesn't exactly make it clear to me. In the situation that it's the former, the answer is no, thank you, and in case it's the latter I'll have to admit that I don't quite understand what you're getting at.

[fomicrymeariver]

[that laugh might have been affectionate, if you squint]

Ah, dear old Ned. The same as ever, I see.

[pie_or_death]

...It still isn't clear.

[fomicrymeariver]

[ FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD]