"I'm searching for the endings to my horror anthology. Write me a horror story ending on the deaths of four other teams, and post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public."
"The tea was a metaphor for my wasted time, cooling under the unneeded milk of your skepticism. My narration is the perfect third person perspective of our conversation, and all conversations."
Explained the Narrator with such sincerity that everyone listening was absolutely convinced.
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"I'm searching for the endings to my horror anthology. Write me a horror story ending on the deaths of four other teams, and post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public."
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But quick question.
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As we all knkw, cold tea is an unforgivable crime.
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[brings a finger up, poking at the letters]
How are you doing that? Do you have a face? I'd like to know the guy I'm gonna be writing for.
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Hissed the Narrator, who did not appreciate fingers in his font.
"If you refuse, the clock can simply remain unfixed, the tale unfinished, and your role reduced to a mere bystander."
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[blinks at that, removes his hand--wait a darn second]
How do you drink tea without a face?
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Do we have an unreliable narrator on our hands? C'mon, level with me.
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Explained the Narrator with such sincerity that everyone listening was absolutely convinced.
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[just. cracks up laughing alfksjf]
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Sorry, man! I'll get back to you with the stories. You go enjoy that metaphor of yours.
[away he goes /)'w'(\]