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QQ is the same color as you so technically you are even!QQ and Rae above me? Rude


QQ is the same color as you so technically you are even!QQ and Rae above me? Rude
What’s your classBut I do think Sar is a p damn good yeet, and I might be wrong on genny, who knows!!
Gl everyone Im back to dnd wheeeee
I mean i think the answer is if SAR flips village we need to talk about yeeting genny tomorrow. Wolfy moves to save her?Yeah and I dont think she made much of reads or provide something to warrant vote switches . Like I havent seen someone be convinced by genny's posts to change their opinion
Hi momI am very conflicted. The low post post pulled at my heart strings tbh
I gave you my heart stringsHi mom
D2 flavor updatedDay 2
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Bags rustling. Paper and reusable alike. Plastic for those who wanted to pay a few cents extra.
Beep.
The items scanned without issue. Some all-dressed chips, cheezies, and smarties were gently placed in the bag. The good smarties, not the faintly colored tabs of chalk that were more familiar to the American contingent. A bag full of comfort foods, sorely needed after a rough week.
"Unexpected item in the bagging area!"
She looked around, frustrated. Nothing unexpected was in the bagging area. Why did this have to happen now? She just wanted to go home.
"Unexpected item in the bagging area!"
With a heavy sigh, she lifted and replaced each item. The blinking light over the checkout stopped. Scanning could continue and soon, she'd be on her way to decompressing.
Beep.
"Please place item in the bagging area."
"I did," she muttered. The express checkout was a blessing and a curse. A machine couldn't realize its mistakes, but not having to make small talk was a relief at the end of a draining day.
"Please place item in the bagging area."
She knew it couldn't be true, but it seemed like the tinny, automated voice was growing louder.
"Please place item in the bagging area."
Other shoppers were beginning to take note. Their eyes rested on her, some watching with pity, others with a degree of suspicion and a growing anger based in a sense of righteousness.
"Please place item in the bagging area."
"Please place item in the bagging area."
"Please place item in the bagging area."
They were coming toward her now. Their intentions were clear - no one was coming to help her. No, they were coming to cast her out, for they had only heard the machine telling her to place items in the bagging area. After that final prompt, it was as though a spell had come over them. The 11th item, strictly forbidden in the express checkout. 10 items or less. That was the law, and the law was taken seriously in these parts.
It didn't matter that she had only truly scanned 5 items. They wouldn't let her get a word in as they grabbed her and marched her toward the door, chanting "ten items or less, ten items or less."
Her bag of comfort foods waited at the edge of the bagging area. They would bring no one solace today.
Dead is...