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((Posting for R.C.))

((Darius Van Dyke continued from 凸( •̀_•́ )凸.))

Wind, fire, water, electricity, force, magnets.

These collars. They had to have a weakness, didn't they? How were they built? How are they controlled? How do they detonate? How are they tracked?

As Darius walked through the area, alone, thinking about how to beat the game, he went back to the messy place. Time had passed and his nose stopped to bleed, letting a blood crust appear over his mouth. Nothing changed much, but when he mindlessly walked to the kitchen, there was a Samuel.


Samuel "Questionmark" Howard. Darius did not care who he was in school, he was just some strange, boring guy with no personality.

But now he was a strange, boring guy with no personality and a crossbow.

Darius was beginning to raise his voice. His scarred face held an angry expression. Understandably.

"Jesus Christ, where the fuck did you get that shit from?"

And he got a chisel. Fuck RNGsus.

"Don't you fucking dare to perceive a fat, green-haired nerd as a threat that needs to be taken out with this bullshit weapon."
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