Talking to myself is fun

[FalseTruth]

-Hai FalseTruth.
--Hai.
-You kinda fucking suck at forum mafia.
--Yeah, I know.
-Go fuck a duck.
--Okay.

*FalseTruth proceeds to go fuck a duck*

[Elixir]

I'm still here. I can talk to you before I make your symbolic death

Any requests?

[FalseTruth]

You ruined it. Thanks.

[FalseTruth]

I'm still here. I can talk to you before I make your symbolic death

Any requests?

Oh you mean how you type my death out? 1 second don't type it yet, I'll think of something.

[Elixir]

You dont die till morning... I have a draft of something here but I let oops rip out peoples eyes, so i guess you can put in to how you die

[Elixir]

You may get to makes suggestions as to the mode and method, but you will be dying out of undying love and devotion to Spy.

Try and mindfuck me will you, we'll see who has the last laugh.

[FalseTruth]

I'm thinking, wait. Of course the devotion, OF COURSE.

[FalseTruth]

This is how I want to die.

Just when the day broke, a rancid smell wafted through the town. The smell of rotting flesh. Upon investigation, it seemed to have been coming from FalseTruth's home. When the intricate locks were finally broken, the men saw living hell.

Blood was everywhere. Pools of blood. Chunks of burnt flesh scattered the room. It was all that remained of FalseTruth. FalseTruth had burnt pieces of his own flesh and eaten himself to honor Ridda.

Upon his fireplace, his bones were attached to the wall in the distinct shape of the symbol of Cult of Ridda.
With blood he had spelled out, "Plato is Ridda".

[FalseTruth]

Did you get all of that?

[Elixir]

Yeah... I'll take bits of it.. you want to be burned.. and eat yourself?

Thats not very hooker like. I'll see how the story feels when I write it

ps: You can still sex someone up tonight if you want.