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Konner made his way to the food table that Lychee had brought him to before. He took a small breath and he grabbed one thing that looked good that he could eat in one go.

Ma taught Konner to never be picky, but honestly rich people food was always a hit or miss thing. No inbetween.

He tried the small food, it was. Bad. It was very bad, Konner did not like it.

Konner looked around for a napkin, then he swore he heard Ma's voice telling him to not spit it oht at a place so fancy.

Water. He needed water. He looked around. Shit. Where was the water? Konner didn't see any. So he swallowed the food and chose to suffer instead.

After that terrible experience, he left the food table and he headed towards any area where there would be fresh air. The bad taste was left in his mouth. He would do a lot to get it out.

He found an opening to a balcony, walking out and then leaning onto the balcony wall, he took in a deep breath of oxygen.

This gala was great, he lost his boyfriend, he lost his friends, the food he tried just happened to be not good.

Elleve: Hello old friends! It's been quite a while since we last talked, and the story will resume soon-

$@!+&(*: hey.

Elleve: ... Well anyways, the spook holiday recently passed in the land of the living, so just as a little surprise, i thought i would give a short update on our activities. The army is going well, we had to deal with a rebellion yesterday, but everyone got to wear their costumes. The leader of the opposition also dressed up, funnily enough. He was dressed as a dead mockingbird with tequila, I believe? There's not really time to ask. Here on base, J dressed as Anubis, Vicereine dressed as a werewolf witch because she couldn't decide on one, I was dressed as Dracula, and-

(The signal cuts out.)

*÷__@&(*: not yet.

First:

II:

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Quatro:

Go:

Liú:

Fibonacci:

Elleve:

Quatro: ... That sure didn’t sound good.

Go:  We should go check that out. Come on, Liù.

Liù: Roger that.

(Everyone follows after the siblings to the room the noise came from. A woman, in her late teens if you had to guess, with long straw-blonde hair is lying face down on the floor. She groans, then looks up. Her expression quickly becomes nervous when she sees the crowd of people around her, only one of whom she recognizes.)

???: I... I know you. You’re that druid.

Liù: Oh. Well, everyone, I remember who I picked.

( Liù laughs nervously. Go punches her brother. The mystery woman stands up and brushes herself off. You could have sworn she was bleeding a second ago, but her wounds closed so quickly you aren’t sure anymore. She holds her throat, almost as though she wasn’t used to speaking.)

???: E-excuse me, have any of you seen a set of children around here? They must have carried me here, because the last thing i remember was falling off that cliff.

(Everyone other than her exchange nervous glances. It seems she has no idea this is her afterlife, and no one wants to tell her. Liù gets shoved forwards. He laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck.)

Liù: Well- you see... this is- I- This is the afterlife. You’re dead. On a more positive note, now you can tell us about the world now days! What Slorgoldor are we on? What’s the trends? We would try and find out ourselves but for the last few years the only contact we’ve had with the living has been broken. It-

Go: Let the woman speak.

Liù: Sorry.

???: O-oh. I knew it, just whhen thhings go rightt in mmy life, itt all falls appart.

(The woman seems on the edge of tears, and her speech is failing her. She rubs one eye and takes a deep breath.)

???: I’m  ζʹ, the 7th Slorgoldor. As far as I recall, the highest number is 11. The world was pretty average, but i heard there might be a huge war breaking out soon. We still don’t know who is starting it though, they're a huge mystery faction.

Go: Thank you for the information. Come on guys, let’s get her settled in.

II- WITH 4 EASY PAYMETS OF NINE NINTEY NINE YOU TOO CAN BE A SLORGOLDOR

First- ... Well She Is Not Completely Wrong, However Money Is Only One Of Many Determining Factors. To Become A Slorgoldor, One Must Be Chosen By The Previous Slorgoldor. I Would Like To Say This Is An Elite Group, But We Really Aren’t. Untill A Successful Heir Is Chosen, The Previous Slorgoldor Cannot Die. I Feel Comfortable Saying This Here Because We’re All Pretty Much Dead. It Is Completely Up To The Most Recent Slorgoldor Who Gets To Be The Heir, Which Is Why We Went From A Virtue To A Mobster To A Mob Boss To A Musician To A Paladin To Her Twin Brother A Druid To... Wait, Who Picked Nacci?

00110011- shouldnt they have picked you?

First- That Would Make Sense But That Is Not The Case...

00110011- then would it have been liù?

Liù: No, my heir is alive i picked... Who did i pick??