Forsaken!!

Twotime: I'm not sure if you're a cultist or not, but if you are, welcome! *Chance flips his coin again* Chance: Heads or tails?

Tails ig..?

Chance: Heads it is then! *Chance puts his coin back in his pocket* Chance: So what's your name?

w-har where am I.how do I take this head set off.whats going on i put on some weird head set and now I'm here.who are you people.why can't I take the head set off.where am i.WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

hehe I get it now.this is all a dream and I should just keep playing along until I wake up(I was a girl I was a mash up of colors and really anything)

I don't know who your trying to prank but it's not working.

*Twotime's eyes are locked onto yours, he seems to be thinking...*

*stares back, not moving*

*Twotime slowly raises the knife...*

Srry I won't trade my faith

Twotime: Oh, you're a religious one, huh? Well, that's a problem, because we don't take kindly to people who don't worship our god. You're either with us, or against us.

I'd rather be against

Noob: Hm, so what's your last name?

uhhh.. Tarasenko?

Noob: So you're a Russian?

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