Baahaahaa

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Some Sheep
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: 105 Evening

[As the sun sets, you may be just going about your business, maybe looking for Blossom, maybe patrolling, maybe doing other shit simultaneously because time is fake!! OR maybe you notice a pigtailed weed, Queen, experimentally slicing her hand to see what happens and then. . .poof!

Ruh-roh!!

The two chat about SOMETHING for a couple minutes, before the little demon baps its hooves together. Before you can escape into the safety of your barns, all who were around are suddenly swept up, pulled in the middle of the pasture. . .with each of you at a podium.

You cannot move from the podium, but the podiums themselves can move around kinda like those. Moving scooter things in cities. beep beep. You can't leave the area tho.

The little demon speaks up:

Alright, maggots! Monomaton's here, and I've just got a simple question for ya!

What's the value of each of your mortal lives?

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Comments

[heavyliesthecrown]

You have an incredibly bad personality.

[despair_to_live]

You sound like a whiner, to be honest.

[heavyliesthecrown]

I do not really care what a snake like you thinks.

[despair_to_live]

Oh, is that a bluuush? Are you sensitive? Sensitive like that other loser on bluebell?

[heavyliesthecrown]

A vile creature like you has no right to criticize a single member of Bluebell. You are not worth even the dust that might gather on the bottom of our shoes. Ever member of Bluebell is gallant, noble, and worth so much more than this place has ever given them credit for.

[despair_to_live]

Blah, blah, blah. He sure cried like a bitch for being so 'noble'.

[heavyliesthecrown]

[He simply turns away from her to ignore her.]