Whiff.
"........ffffffFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkkkk....."
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She...might have growing anger issues.
Still, not dead was a better alternative to the situation aaaand now she was traversing the island towards another camp. At least she hoped she was heading to the right camp considering whatever SICK TWISTED FUCKMOTHERING SHITWAFFLE STAINFART COCKLESHIT responsible for this horror movie death game bullshit could also be lying about the new camp.
Death is going to be too good once Requiem got her hands on whoever is behind this.
Her plotting of the demise of her intended victim was interrupted by a flicker. The flicker was part of a rusty piece of shit knife held in the hand of a skeleton. Huh. Funny how life gave her the one thing she *really* wanted right now.
In a deft move, she kicked the knife up into her hand and went through several practice katas. After which she hooked it to her belt with high levels of smug (tm) and smol person RAGE! (tm).
Alright bitches, time for people to learn what happens when you fuck around with- oh look, camp!
She walked in and looked around, "sup?"