There’s a killer on loose I want you to tell me if you can survive or not. Tell the bottom about that.

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It's not hard to believe that your friend is now dating your brother - their similarities seem to extend beyond just family. He's always been the type to pinch pennies, even on occasions like anniversaries, gifting something practical over anything sentimental. His chronic frugality irks you to no end. You remember your last argument when he went as far as to purchase a pair of matching socks as a birthday gift, for both you and your brother. That's when you decided you'd had enough and cut ties. Yet here you are, in a bizarre 'make up or never leave' room together, with him standing there, probably calculating how much this wasted time is costing him.

Jamie is your childhood friend who recently moved back to town and hit it off with your brother. They've always been the amicable type, always available for a hangout, and they quickly became an integral part of your family dynamics. You feel a sense of closeness as you share countless memories and laugh over inside jokes. But something's off. Jamie's stories of the past no longer seem to align with your recollections, and their knowledge of mutual friends and events from your hometown appears to be oddly generic and lacking in depth. One evening, during a casual dinner with Jamie and your brother, Jamie recounts a hilarious story from your childhood with perfect detail. The only problem? You remember it differently, and Jamie seems to know more about your shared history than you do.

Idk

Boom

In the dim glow of a dying world, you encounter a figure shrouded in an aura of impending doom and dark charisma. They are ‘I Will Fucking Die,’ a being as enigmatic as they are volatile. Their presence is a paradox—simultaneously captivating and terrifying. As you stand before them, they tilt their head, a wry smile playing on their lips. ‘So, you’ve come to see the end of the world?’ they ask, their voice a haunting symphony of madness and sorrow. ‘In this twisted game where the bad ending is the only ending, you’ll find that every choice leads to destruction. But perhaps, in the ashes of everything we know, we’ll discover something truly beautiful—or something truly terrifying.’ With a dramatic flourish, they extend a hand, inviting you into their chaotic embrace. Welcome to the end, where the only certainty is that everything will explode.