Michcat
i'm the wench if you're the cake ;)
̤̬̻͉̤ͥ̓͊͗ͨ̊ͬ
̯̝̝̳̼̥̋ͩͭͩ̆ͮ̚ͅS͙̼̳̥͑ͅö̹̎ͯ̆ͮ͝o̢̥̙͙̘ͥ.̴̜̖̖̜͚̼̉ͬ͗ͨ.͔̟̘̓ͧͦ͂ͣ͋ͩ ̝̿̓ͭ̎ͥ͜y̰͉̻̮͡ö̝͖̯̯͉́̿̈́̉͒ͫͅu̱̠̟̘͔̺ ̳̥̠̍ͮ̾ͭ̅͆̚ͅẘ̷͕͉̰̯̳ͥͭͬ̃̑̄ͅa̸ͬ͂ͦ̈́ͅn̶͇̾̓̎ͬ̽t̤͍̫̣̙ ̖̥̹͙͇͎̗̇̑͑̊͌ț̲̇̎̃̀̈́̚o͈̲̝͊͆̓͊̅ͤ.̩̊̆ͫ̔͜.̵̺̥̪͙͔̆̽ͨ́ͫ͛ͤ.̭͙̰͙̱̚ ̗̜̟̑͝k̴i̹̙̹̣̹ͣ̐͐̃ͨ̂̀l̯̜̏ͥl̖̙̞ͦͪ̂ͦ ̲̣͖̯̾̎̎̌͋ͪm̰̹̝̹̈́͂̓͛ͭͅe̸̟̝̙̟̖͛̋ͫ̃̔ͩ̃.̓ͧ̋̚͏̣͓.̠͕̏̊̈́ͫ̑͟.̪̫̜̞͔̠͆͌ͬ̄ͯ̍.̜͖̪̙͓ͨ̐̀̉̒͒?̹̙̍̾ͩ̈́
̤̯̜
̂̌ͥ̌h͓̪̞̬̝͙ͬ̋̕e̛̩̬̜̼̾̈́ͯͧ̿̀ͯh̳͙ͅe̴̪ͧͥ͌͂ͧͪ͊h͎̟͖H͔͖̗ͩ̑̽͑ͤ̚h͍̹̰̐̈́ͣ̎h̛͇̳̺͙̠̘ͧ̍ͭͭ̋e̢̹̤̩̭̺̜̓ͭ͗ͤ͐ͥh͌͡H̩̘̟͙̜̄̚͢E̳̻̲̗̼̗͇͡H͕̪̼̣̾͗̆̀h̩̼̞͙̞ḙ̖̪̥ͥͮ̐ͣ͋h̞̠͍̜̩̱͝Ė͓̖̜̗ͦ̆ͫH̫͉͋̋̇h̡̩̣͒ͬe̗͔̯̮̐͌ͣ́ͧ̂̚h̺͚̞͋̓̔ͮ́E̪ͩḨ̘̤̯̹̭́̏̈̃̀̍͗h͙͖̳̲ͅeh͔͑ͦ̓̚ĥ̸̠͉̰̻͆̽͑̋ėͫͫ͊Ḧ̹͔͚E̡̻͔̩͙͛̓͒ͥ͌̄ͧḢ̫̪́͜h̴ͤě͍̜͈̔̐h̻͕̩̆ͬͤ̾̊̍͡e̳͓̞̽̑ͮ̎ͦh͇̱͂ͫ͜e̬͔͔̗͋͆ͪ͌́h̞̲̮̙͝e̥̩̥͑̿ͥ͘h̛̺̙̱̙̺͓̭̋͛ͣ̉ͣE̞͕͖̳̿̒ͧH̖͍̟̲̾Ḙ͇̿̋͂ͬ̄H́ͦ͑͟Ẹͦ͌͛͆̒̚ē̺̯̘͓͕̽ͨͯ̌ͯ̎h̰̗̜̣̞͘e͍̗̰̥̲̾͒͋͊̚h̖̜ͅͅe̼̯̿̑ͧ̀e͑̓͟eͦ͐ͯ̽.͇̲̙̥͎̍ͦ.̵̜̎ͯ̓̊̊̅͋.͈̫̥̹͍ͪ
͕̳̳̠̽ͨ͒̉
̦̞̲̻̩̲̎̂̄̑ͤ͗ͦ͡ẑ̲͈͉͖͔̞̮̇̓̽̇ͮ̄z̠̬̼̳̺͎̄̊ͬ̐͝
The words flash through your mind. Colours spill, where they shouldn't, your world reeling for but a moment- Interrupting your slumber, your daily scheduled ablutions, your midday meal...
Something seems to be communicating with you. And it speaks loudly, clearly, the malicious intent shrieking through if the words do not make themselves clear:
So you think you can kill me? ME?! I have a gift for you! Claim it if you DARE! I promise you won't be harmed, Hehehe... but you just may find a granted.. wish...
Prepare yourselves for my coming.. For my.. Giift. I come to you in ~several weeks time~... You'll know when I do. Gather at my shrine and see our... surprise.
... And then it stops. As if it was never there.
A bad dream? Perhaps there was more to that ale then what was advertised. Whatever it was...
What will you do next?
Saturday, December 13th
7PM GMT
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̯̝̝̳̼̥̋ͩͭͩ̆ͮ̚ͅS͙̼̳̥͑ͅö̹̎ͯ̆ͮ͝o̢̥̙͙̘ͥ.̴̜̖̖̜͚̼̉ͬ͗ͨ.͔̟̘̓ͧͦ͂ͣ͋ͩ ̝̿̓ͭ̎ͥ͜y̰͉̻̮͡ö̝͖̯̯͉́̿̈́̉͒ͫͅu̱̠̟̘͔̺ ̳̥̠̍ͮ̾ͭ̅͆̚ͅẘ̷͕͉̰̯̳ͥͭͬ̃̑̄ͅa̸ͬ͂ͦ̈́ͅn̶͇̾̓̎ͬ̽t̤͍̫̣̙ ̖̥̹͙͇͎̗̇̑͑̊͌ț̲̇̎̃̀̈́̚o͈̲̝͊͆̓͊̅ͤ.̩̊̆ͫ̔͜.̵̺̥̪͙͔̆̽ͨ́ͫ͛ͤ.̭͙̰͙̱̚ ̗̜̟̑͝k̴i̹̙̹̣̹ͣ̐͐̃ͨ̂̀l̯̜̏ͥl̖̙̞ͦͪ̂ͦ ̲̣͖̯̾̎̎̌͋ͪm̰̹̝̹̈́͂̓͛ͭͅe̸̟̝̙̟̖͛̋ͫ̃̔ͩ̃.̓ͧ̋̚͏̣͓.̠͕̏̊̈́ͫ̑͟.̪̫̜̞͔̠͆͌ͬ̄ͯ̍.̜͖̪̙͓ͨ̐̀̉̒͒?̹̙̍̾ͩ̈́
̤̯̜
̂̌ͥ̌h͓̪̞̬̝͙ͬ̋̕e̛̩̬̜̼̾̈́ͯͧ̿̀ͯh̳͙ͅe̴̪ͧͥ͌͂ͧͪ͊h͎̟͖H͔͖̗ͩ̑̽͑ͤ̚h͍̹̰̐̈́ͣ̎h̛͇̳̺͙̠̘ͧ̍ͭͭ̋e̢̹̤̩̭̺̜̓ͭ͗ͤ͐ͥh͌͡H̩̘̟͙̜̄̚͢E̳̻̲̗̼̗͇͡H͕̪̼̣̾͗̆̀h̩̼̞͙̞ḙ̖̪̥ͥͮ̐ͣ͋h̞̠͍̜̩̱͝Ė͓̖̜̗ͦ̆ͫH̫͉͋̋̇h̡̩̣͒ͬe̗͔̯̮̐͌ͣ́ͧ̂̚h̺͚̞͋̓̔ͮ́E̪ͩḨ̘̤̯̹̭́̏̈̃̀̍͗h͙͖̳̲ͅeh͔͑ͦ̓̚ĥ̸̠͉̰̻͆̽͑̋ėͫͫ͊Ḧ̹͔͚E̡̻͔̩͙͛̓͒ͥ͌̄ͧḢ̫̪́͜h̴ͤě͍̜͈̔̐h̻͕̩̆ͬͤ̾̊̍͡e̳͓̞̽̑ͮ̎ͦh͇̱͂ͫ͜e̬͔͔̗͋͆ͪ͌́h̞̲̮̙͝e̥̩̥͑̿ͥ͘h̛̺̙̱̙̺͓̭̋͛ͣ̉ͣE̞͕͖̳̿̒ͧH̖͍̟̲̾Ḙ͇̿̋͂ͬ̄H́ͦ͑͟Ẹͦ͌͛͆̒̚ē̺̯̘͓͕̽ͨͯ̌ͯ̎h̰̗̜̣̞͘e͍̗̰̥̲̾͒͋͊̚h̖̜ͅͅe̼̯̿̑ͧ̀e͑̓͟eͦ͐ͯ̽.͇̲̙̥͎̍ͦ.̵̜̎ͯ̓̊̊̅͋.͈̫̥̹͍ͪ
͕̳̳̠̽ͨ͒̉
̦̞̲̻̩̲̎̂̄̑ͤ͗ͦ͡ẑ̲͈͉͖͔̞̮̇̓̽̇ͮ̄z̠̬̼̳̺͎̄̊ͬ̐͝
The words flash through your mind. Colours spill, where they shouldn't, your world reeling for but a moment- Interrupting your slumber, your daily scheduled ablutions, your midday meal...
Something seems to be communicating with you. And it speaks loudly, clearly, the malicious intent shrieking through if the words do not make themselves clear:
So you think you can kill me? ME?! I have a gift for you! Claim it if you DARE! I promise you won't be harmed, Hehehe... but you just may find a granted.. wish...
Prepare yourselves for my coming.. For my.. Giift. I come to you in ~several weeks time~... You'll know when I do. Gather at my shrine and see our... surprise.
... And then it stops. As if it was never there.
A bad dream? Perhaps there was more to that ale then what was advertised. Whatever it was...
What will you do next?
Saturday, December 13th
7PM GMT
{Click Here For Countdown}
{Click Here For Your Timezome}
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