Posts by sylvia-

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]life was an exhilarating experience and all, but nothing in the world could've prepared her for the true adventure: death.

all her young life, she'd feared it. it was a shadow in the night, lingering and watching her and wrapping it's fingertips tightly around her ankles. she'd never gotten very far achievement-wise because this, and the cancer didn't exactly help either.

she'd fought it for so long; desperate to cling to the pitiful excuse for a future she still had, but something snapped inside of her one day, and the will to fight was gone.

there isn't any reason to fight if you've already lost the battle, right? just save yourself the trouble and stop breathing for a second, will you? maybe then you'll be able to get some peace.

she woke up in a cloudy forest of pink-dusted trees and shimmering golden grass. the world was lit up like a christmas tree, sparkling and shining and pulsing with vibrancy. it was absolutely astonishing and she simply couldn't hold it in.

across the fields she danced, black eyes filled with stars. her light paws hit the ground over and over and she tripped and stumbled but she felt no pain. no sorrow. the chains were gone. she was free. she was faded but not dead. it was a sensation indescribable.

she found the camp in the early morning, when the dew was still fresh on the petals of what seemed to be the most colorful flowers she'd ever seen. the building was tall and it held all sorts of strange scents. perhaps there were more like her; those who'd risen from their graves only to find themselves in what had to be the most peculiar and wonderful world in existence?

there had to be.

and if there weren't, well, she'd need to do something about that, wouldn't she?

//i apologize for this *ty thread.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]someone new? someone nervous? how exciting! she simply cannot miss out on this opportunity. that is what death is for, right? to do all of the things you couldn't do in life? and without a time limit, too!

this was the best thing ever. no doubts about it.

inhaling a sharp (and useless) breath, the ghost bounds towards the canine with a smile that could easily light up a dark room.

"OOHHHH COME ON, DON'T BE SILLY!" she wails, high-pitched voice cutting through the moment of silence like a blade. eagerly, she begins to observe him. his legs, his muzzle, his eyes.

his eyes. they're so...dull. no doubt about it; he's alive. not acceptable! no no no! he will never find happiness like this! something must be done.

clearing her throat, the small feline lays on the ground before him, rolling from her stomach to her back and batting at the air playfully. "everyone is welcome here, but honestly, my dear, if you're looking for a good time, the best advice i can give is take an awfully sharp object -knives work well- and drag it across your throat. i mean it works the same if someone else helps out, but this method is quicker." she beams, shaking the dirt (that would've actually stuck to her pelt had she been a tangible thing) off of her fur.

clan life was great already.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]"AH! YOU CAME!" squeals the young ghost upon seeing the creatures line up. all for her? oh my, oh my! wasn't this absolutely exhilarating? she'd never felt so alive before! a high-pitched scream escapes the girl's lips as she bounds over to the trio. "hello, hello! my name is sylvia but you can call me pancakekarma! that other name is dead to me anyways, aha!" she trills, "what's your name? and you and y-"

wait. just one little second. something was off here.

stopping in her tracks, the ghost raises her brow. gasp! these poor souls...they were...they were alive? oh. oh. this was not what she'd wanted at all! now everything was going to go wrong because of these stupid....breathers and their stick-in-the-mud ways!!!

she knew plenty of breathers back when she was alive. they were all the same.

"you look oh so sad. i can help, i really can, if you'll let me," she begins, grinning like the cheshire cat, "go dunk your head in a river and breathe in, okay? it helps. trust me."

it was the only solution.
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threads with the death obsessed teenager friendly neighborhood ghost?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]not fun? au contraire!

offering the biggest, most pitiful pout she could manage, pancakekarma meets halfpaw's eyes with her own. "drowning isn't supposed to be the fun part," she sighs in an exasperated tone before her face lights up like a candle.

(this was her favorite part.)

"it's what comes after death that makes it all worth it."

being dead, in her eyes, was the ideal existence. no sadness or injuries. no cancer. only a sky filled with pastel bubbles and a soft, dull world to run around and play in. if only she'd died sooner, maybe she wouldn't have the heavy memories of all the time she wasted in the human world weighing her down.

no one should ever have to carry those sorts of memories.

that was her mission; to make sure nobody felt the pain of living. the pain of loss. doom. things like that were toxic, but also easily avoided. all you had to do was pull the trigger and be whisked away into a world of cotton candy, bubblegum, and fantasies unimaginable.

but nobody ever seemed to understand. cowards.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]how positively boring. in hindsight, she should've been able to predict this.

rolling her eyes, the spirit smiles sweetly in puissance's direction. she seemed nice; not rude at all like that despicable boy who'd walked away. all poor pancake wanted to do was spread some good, old-fashioned cheer.

she'd make them happy even if it meant putting a hammer through their skulls with her own front paws.

"hi, pui-pui! oh, what a beautiful name you have!" pancakekarma gushes, now wishing she had an interesting name like puissance. oh well. pancakekarma would have to suffice until she could think of something better. although, what could be better than pancakekarma?? it was the best name. ever.

shifting her dark gaze to nicostrata, the pancake thief whimpers, "what do you mean? do you not want to be happy? i bet you kick flowers in your spare time, don't you? so negative. i'm just trying to help you."

some people were so blind.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]if rule number one was that you gotta have fun, then this cheerful corpse wasn't in the mood to break any rules.

with a pink ribbon tied loosely around her neck and a candy coated grin, the ghost lets out a shriek of laughter followed by an almost contagious trail of giggles. at her paws lay several plastic bottles of pure magic.

(to the boring breathers out there- bubbles. they're bubbles.)

prying open one of the containers (and accidentally spilling half the contents all over the grass), pancakekarma picks up the lid with her teeth. "ATTENTION ALL FUDDY-DUDDIES. I'VE DECIDED THAT WE'RE TO TAKE A BREAK FROM ALL OF THIS BOOOORING STUFF AND GET. DOWN. TO. BUSINESS!" she says through clinched teeth before squeaking in amusement at her own pun. as much as she wished she could say that she worked hard on it, the sad truth was that jokes happened to come naturally to her most of the time. a true talent.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]another one of the boring breathers, huh? most likely.

pancakekarma was getting sick of seeing them around, with their petty sorrows and fear of death. they just wouldn't listen! nobody ever listened. the living were so ungrateful. why was it so hard to comprehend the fact that their lives weren't going to get any better, and that living dead was obviously the best thing ever in the whole wide world?

all the ghost wanted was for everyone to be happy. was that too much to ask?? obviously.

well, she wasn't going to get anyone to listen if she didn't appear to be satisfied (which she obviously was) with herself. that would be false advertising, and after all those years staring at a television on a hospital wall, she probably understood the frustration of false advertising better than anyone else here.

clearing her throat, the ghastly feline practically flies in the ceo's direction. "HIIIIIIIII THERE!" she sings, showing off her sharp teeth with a zealous smile, "my name is pancakekarma, and i'm here to talk to you about the wonders of the afterlife!"

someone obviously had a little bit too much sugar in her cereal this morning.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

empty eyes wide and full of stars, the ghastly feline practically frolics to her next destination: skyclan. fancy.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

next destination: stormclan. it sounded kinda scary, but storms were also deadly, and death was good.

pancake approved.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

empty eyes wide and full of stars, the ghastly feline practically frolics to her next destination.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

empty eyes wide and full of stars, the ghastly feline practically frolics to the next group on her mental list: colouredclan. she didn't understand why it wasn't spelled 'coloredclan,' but it does it look fancier with the 'u.'

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

next up was...knights of evil? sinister.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

soo....westeros. does that mean there's an easteros?

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

now, for the harvest moon tribe! what did they harvest, though? harvest sounds like a nice way to say 'murder.' pancakekarma is pleased.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single causalty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

empty eyes wide and full of stars, the ghastly feline practically frolics to her next destination. hopefully they weren't actually rats.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

empty eyes wide and full of stars, the ghastly feline practically frolics to her next destination.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

roseclan and thornclan were next! peachy.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

how savage are the savages, she wonders.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:420px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: right;]love cal[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; min-height:200px; background:WHITE; padding:40px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: black; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;]super exciting. ohh my god. this was the best thing. ever.

the fact that the cirque actually existed in the first place was simply perfection, and now holding a faire? for, like, everyone? holy f*cking sh*t. a beautiful idea, indeed.

next: hogwarts! sounds yucky.

"HELLLOOOOO!" she shrieks, tail high behind her, "my name is pancakekarma, from cirque du nuit, and i'm here to invite you to the wondrous bloodmoon faire! before we get started, i have to tell you guys that all clans will be invited and for the duration of the faire, cirque's territory will be neutral ground! this means no fighting, okie dokie? well, i mean, if it was up to me...maybe it'd be a little different, but poppy rambled and rambled on and on about how 'killing isn't proper circus etiquette' so...you get the picture."

deep breath.

oh wait. you're dead; you don't have to breathe. just smile and nod.

shaking her head, the ghost giggles. "you can attend our opening ceremony here. and the calendar here. also, b-t-w, feel free to make threads in our board and check out all the fantabulous performances we have lined up! tooooodles!"

nearly as quick as she arrived, the spectral feline disappeared. and without a single casualty.

//sorry for the lazy copy + pasting
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