I am staying at the castle of Sir Frederick of Fazbear. I have found myself concealed in a room with naught but several missives starting with ‘hello? hello, hello?’ and a tinderbox. The doors do not remain closed as long as I would desire them to, lest I run out of strength to hold them shut. I am starting to suspect that several of the suits of armour may be haunted. But hey…….. thats just a theory

:)))

‘My lady, you must engage in elegant and feminine pursuits’ fuck you I’ve decided to start walking around the monastery at night in a white dress to see if I can convince them it’s haunted

The only feminine pursuit I engage in is- no, I shan’t say

*candlestick falls over sadly*

Myself and several of the townsfolk have taken to having weekly sessions of shared improv performances only for ourselves. To help make decisions, we roll dice, do a short equation, and decide the outcome based on a set of arbitrary numbers they each have assigned to a skill. I have been acting as something of a director, guiding them through a most winding tale. I think next session, I may drop rocks on them. What jolly fun!

*Dice clatter to the floor ominously*

“…” (with unparalleled monk swagger)

*pushes a chalice on to the floor*

a fellow monk asked if i wanted to go for a wander with him and i said i would love to! he then laughed and asked if that was because "i liked going for walkies". have we invented a smaller gun yet

*floats past*

WOAH WHAT DID ANYONE SEE THAT

It was only the wind, Brother, don’t worry

a fellow monk asked if i wanted to go for a wander with him and i said i would love to! he then laughed and asked if that was because "i liked going for walkies". have we invented a smaller gun yet

*floats past*