[ and now for the very last time, you have been summoned back to the manor. the remaining "guests" line the hallway, along with a few unexpected faces. Masqué paces the hallway, his movement energetic but uneasy. he mumbles a constant line of threats and curses to himself, eying the clock as time passes. ]
Those three... it's the final night. No. They won't escape. They fucking won't.
... what the hell are the rest of you little bitches looking at? Vote.
Poll choose the final meal ((To be continued in... many a different place because I fail at organization. First post is
here, second post is
here.))