automatic reaction to everything

[pimpsaw]

[Farmhouse #9, you are now chopped in half.

The culprit? This chick with horns and a giant saw sword, standing at the edge of the second floor where she apparently woke up. Anyone dare ask why...?]

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[peacekept]

[ as if breaking into their argument, the farmhouse decides to spring back into one piece, with no shortage of wooden clamor. ]

[pimpsaw]

...

[okay what]

[peacekept]

[ shooter is similarly jarred by the interruption, and her fight with Saw is momentarily forgotten as she turns to stare. ]

There is strange magic at work here...

[pimpsaw]

Evidently.

[peacekept]

... A truce.

[pimpsaw]

...

For now.

[peacekept]

[ ... she hands over your house key which was retrieved from under the mat. :| ]

[pimpsaw]

[sticks it in her pocket. THIS MEANS NOTHING.]