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Etho sets out with Grian to set the perfect trap. Scott isn’t caught that easily, however, as the rest of the server can testify.
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Martyn had assumed the boogeyman’s task to be simple, but in a world where he had but 24 hours to live, he should have known better than to expect simplicity.
The clock was ticking, his time limited, and the curse ever waiting for the sweet release of bloodshed. All he had to do was kill before his time ran out, lest his own life be claimed by the curse instead.
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“No,” Impulse practically breathes out, and tries not to wince when he sees the disappointment shine so briefly in Skizz’s eyes. “If I was boogey, I wouldn’t be going after you guys.” Relief swells in his chest when he sees Skizz relax and give him a slight smile. At least Skizz knows he can trust Impulse– the nice thing about knowing when someone is lying is that you know when they’re telling the truth as well.
OR,
Impulse is chosen as the boogeyman. Now, he has to kill someone.
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look in the mirror (do you like what you see?) by fancywen
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
14 Oct 2023
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The curse coursing through Pearl’s veins is yearning to break free as she watches Grian wring out his sweater, completely defenseless, his armour discarded on the grass. But her sword is heavy in her hands and made for someone of a larger stature. She’ll have to end him in a trap.
“Say, Grian,” she starts, leaning forward. She already knows the answer, knows he cannot resist, but asks the question nonetheless for mere theatrics. “What do you say of a game?”
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the effects of the boogeyman curse (and something more) on pearlescentmoon.
written for trafficzine limited life edition!
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"There were buttons on the floor Tim-”
“Why did you push them?”
“Because I’m me!''Jimmy was in front of him, the sight of those infamous yellow wings so rumpled was a clear sign of his distress, even if they weren't, the frustration was plainly written on his face.
Or: Grian does what he does best: push some buttons