[Fin] The Carousel of Chaos (role madness murdergame)

[Florien]

Avril peaks out from under the bleachers, which smell now vaguely of butane.

Yeah and I can bite people's heads off... not that I... have. I... ahhh... done. That.

It stumbles over its words, before continuing with its gloom.

but they captured us anyway, somehow. They're capable of beating us... what makes you think that we have hope to escape this? Any survivors of whatever happens will inevitably be ritually... sacrificed or something...