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Naaaah, it's not your fault. It just freaks me out. It'll be done soon. ~

(I'd rather you not just say.)

I've said this elsewhere, I think, but the more people ask me about stuff the slower I go because intentional or unintentional pressure = immense lack of motivation.

It's going.

Today is the last day I'm accepting songs. Still missing three of them.

Next KN is the Christmas one. Please remember that if you've been on probation before, you cannot participate in anything KHVC related for 30 Days. If you haven't been on it before, you have to miss the next KHVC project. Third strike and I won't let you join ever again and you're officially on my **** list, bro.

Thanks for joining!

And um...No, probably not, looool. Singing together on Skype = lag central + exclusion of people who don't have/can't use Skype.

Thank you! c':

Eek... makes me sad that there are some people still using dial up.

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"If anyone's going to die...it would be whoever is foolish enough to dare to try to hurt my brother. Stay away and I really couldn't care less if you all start tearing each other apart."

She would be annoying to deal with, M could already tell. Especially with her brother complex.

"I-if she just w-wanted to see us...kill each other then she c-could've just stuck us into a room from the beginning, gave us weapons and ordered us to...."

If Madeline were a deity, that didn't sound like a very fun way to go about it at all. The girl was right, somewhat. It did seem incredibly theatrical to set this whole thing up the way Crestatia had just to want them all dead. That was, unless she was hoping that someone would break the mold and take matters into their own hands.

" It is a foolish thing to think of and what we should be focusing on is the deciphered code, and then trying to get out of this place, before we all die of starvation or insanity. "

She clicked her tongue and gazed downward, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on top of her knees.

"Can we agree? For the moment, peace between us? Multiple heads should be able to get out of multiple situations."

"Not when more than half of those heads are empty." Her voice was a bit muffled with her position, but she was sure they could hear her. She brought her face up and ran her fingers through her still-damp hair. She was so hungry. "We're assuming all exists are sealed off. All of the group is here...except for Tyson, and we were all just nearly killed in a flash flood."

She knew she was just stating the obvious now, but she needed to think.

Here;

> John - Super Christian Douchebag
> Brian - Scarfed Douchebag
> Ai...leen - Ballerina Douchebag?
> Quin - Quintus.
> Clumsy Asshole <-- Self explanatory
> Dragon Girl - and otherwise extremely typical Douchebag
> Cherno - Rambling, Confusing, Over-The-Top Douchebag
> Temperbitch - Douchebag x3
> Anthony - Crazy Pyschotic Douchebag
> Elizabeth - Brother Complex Douchebag

Away;

> Tyson - ????


...That name really wasn't right, was it. Shit, what was wrong with her memory lately? She didn't bother trying to figure out what his real name was. He was annoying, and he was not here that's all that mattered. Actually...He hadn't been around in a while, had he? He was almost always gone, and he wasn't even here trapped in the auditorium with them. That was...suspicious, to say the least.

"Has anyone heard from..." She paused and grimaced as she settled on a nickname. "...Ty?"

Now that she really thought about it, she remembered that he and Quin seemed to be a on good terms at her concert. She honestly didn't want to offend her. She felt like Quin was the only person in that room who wouldn't instantly off her if given the chance. That made her feel angry, and a little bit sad...Mostly angry, though.

"It's a little weird that he's not really here for any of this, right? Do you think...He made a deal? Or figured something out?" Or died? Or is working with Crestatia?

Her voice was low as shame bubbled up in her chest. Ty was a derailment anyway, wasn't he? Even if they figured that out, it wouldn't help them get out...She still felt it was worth mentioning.

What could they possibly do trapped in here together? It really seemed like there was nothing left to do (excluding killing each other and dying) but to talk. Her little thought process had left her realizing just how little she knew about the people in the room, even those she could tolerate.

...Talk.

Maybe it was truly that simple.

Maybe all they were supposed to do was talk. Maybe it wasn't about finding a way out, or coming up with some super complicated Churro-style plan. Maybe they were all gathered here to come to just...talk.

Madeline wasn't a touchy feely person. She wasn't an open person. She was rarely an honest person. It would be true torture to have to choose between slowly starving to death and opening up to the people around her in some kumbaya shit. As she gazed around the auditorium, she could suddenly sense the nauseating amount of tension and pride circulating. Yep, pure torture. Tortuous enough to be the plan of a demon.

Hi! Progress update. How are you doing, writers? Remember, you have until the end of this month. Main cast list here, if you haven't seen it.

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She was hungry. Her stomach ached terribly. Now that the initial shock of the 'unseen' rules was wearing off, she could only sit there glaring daggers at Altair for giving Anthony of all people a literal cookie. Did he not see that she was starving? ...Probably not, but still, why Anthony? What, because he had figured the code out? He was a kid! He probably got lucky. If Madeline had had enough time, she would have figured it out. The flood and blackout ruined everything. This was supposed to be her accomplishment. Her redemption.

She was trembling with frustration now, but she wasn't just going to hit a kid. Temperance was annoying enough to smack again, but she looked kind of sick. Everyone else was either useless or in too deep of thought to annoy Madeline.

She didn't really see any point in this game anymore, but Crestatia had said that it was possible to win, right? This just took her thoughts back to where they had been to start with.

"Maybe we're all just supposed to kill each other."

Get 'em in please. Today and tomorrow, that's it. Missing three people's. ​

✖ Chase never existed.

✖ Yuna never existed.

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Madeline had no idea what Churro--Cherno was even talking about at first, and then he mentioned the fine print. She felt a bit of pride well up inside her, and she was about to mention that thief Yuna, but Anthony beat her in speaking. She frowned. He had found the code AND deciphered it? That last part didn't sound right, but it didn't matter, he had figured it out. If she could rewind time and get rid of the boy before Cherno's question, she might have. It was unfair. She had gone through hell and back to write that code down, and this...this kid got it.

Shaking her head free of those...ugly thoughts, she wondered...If there was no way to avoid the rules then did they even matter?

Both requests are now in progress!! If you didn't get a PM from me, don't worry. I went down the list and split things up accordingly. If you haven't gotten anything, it just means we need more requests. (Which we do.) ​

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So, until there are more requests...Welp.~ (I don't think very many people outside of the chorus know this exists//what it is) ​

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Madeline stayed quiet for a moment. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, all that remained was misery and hunger.

"Um, so she's trapped us here so something's going to happen but what? Why has she trapped us? Can she not at least wait 100 days?"

Why does it matter? We're here.

"So the stage is set...but where's the boss? Come out already! Let's do this."

...He's crazy.

"Maybe we broke one of her 'rules' again? Or perhaps we were not being...entertaining? This is all a game"Maybe we broke one of her 'rules' again? Or perhaps we were not being...entertaining? This is all a gameto her after all..."

I didn't break any rules. What the hell did you guys do? I... think a flood is pretty damn entertaining.

" Are you okay . . . ? "

She was happy to see Quin was awake and looking alright for the most part, but as soon as she heard her voice, guilt pulsed through her again. Thomas...That wasn't Thomas, was it? Was it Crestatia? Would she really have died? She didn't know...It was just rain, after all. She wondered what would have happened if she left the school.

Madeline nodded in response and looked away down at her hands.

"I don't think we all broke a single, common rule, so I agree with what you said afterwards... about the game and entertainment. She wants see to how we panic with virtually no way to escape, to see the insanity unfold..."


Wow, how helpful. That will totally help us get out of this situation, good job to you, bravo.

They were trying to find a reason. It all sounded like babble to her. It didn't seem to be getting anywhere. These people were all idiots. They had the logic of ten-year-olds. They were a waste of time. If only she could have played this game on her own, without them. If only. She would be making better progress. She would have probably already found a way to summon Crestatia. But no. They were all punished together, it seemed. When one person messed up, they all suffered the consequences.

How unfortunate that she was stuck with a bunch of passive idiots and delusional freaks...Well, minus Quin. All they did was ask questions and pose theories. They never concluded anything.

"We need to figure out what it is we're not seeing. One of us has to know something."

Know something...Now there was an idea. Maybe someone knew something that no one else did. Maybe someone was hiding something.

Her thoughts drifted back to Thomas and she buried her face into her knees. If Crestatia could do that...Assuming it wasn't M's imagination, then she wondered...Could it be possible that Crestatia was actually in the room with them already? That she was one of them?

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