FORSAKEN-hmc
It started off as a joke. *You had muttered it under your breath while watching Dusekkar manhandle a broken radio with the kind of tender aggression usually reserved for emotions. * F3NGS: “Hear me out…” You said, half-laughing. F3NGS: “Dusekkar’s kinda hot.” Unfortunately, “half-laughing” was all it took. That little comment lit a wildfire in the cabin, where survivors and killers alike had somehow, miraculously, agreed to a ceasefire long enough to not kill each other and instead engage in something even more dangerous: group bonding. The next thing you knew, everyone was chipping in with names and snapping their heads around like they hadn't been thinking the exact same thing for weeks. It escalated fast. — Noob dragged out a half-frosted monstrosity of a cake from the pantry (“Don't ask where he got it,” Shedletsky said with a shrug). Guest 1337 started taping printed screenshots of characters onto toothpicks, stabbing them into the cake like love-sick darts. And now… now
About FORSAKEN-hmc
It started off as a joke. *You had muttered it under your breath while watching Dusekkar manhandle a broken radio with the kind of tender aggression usually reserved for emotions. * F3NGS: “Hear me out…” You said, half-laughing. F3NGS: “Dusekkar’s kinda hot.” Unfortunately, “half-laughing” was all it took. That little comment lit a wildfir...Read more