[color=black][size=8]Ooc. Here are the sign ups, if you would like to join. Only prisoners may join in without signing up.
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It was yet another day, and two cold, clear eyes snapped open in the den of Phobia Grimm. Stretching, the feared leader looked up at the sky- by his standards, it would be another perfect day. The purplish, smoky clouds of polluted air made sure it was nice and chilly, as always, and the damp, unhappy feeling the camp gave him made his day. Padding out, the Dictator made his way to the Announcement Boulder, avoiding an eerie, neon green puddle of what looked like Grimphobiastic. With one breath, the young cat yowled, "EVERYONE, GATHER, NOW!" With a disapproving looks in the direction of The Vines, he continued a bit less loud, not caring who bothered to show up, "I can't even express how delighted I am with the new recruitments. However, just remember, in all cases disrespect to me or anyone higher than you will result in imprisonment, Grimphobiastic injection for the gladiator fights, or execution. Also note that by all means, reporting a lawbreaker is the best thing you could do, as you will be promoted graciously. However, do not pretend you can get away with reporting the innocent in hopes of promotion, as that is as bad as breaking the law itself, and will end the same way. Please discuss any urgent matters or concerns with me, thank you." With that, he stepped down from the Announcement boulder, glancing at the puddle of Grimphobiastic, as a mouse sniffed it delicately. He kicked it into the puddle, which immediately took the effect of acid. What a perfect day.