Rosalind's Orphanarium: A Brickerton RPG. *You are a MADEMOISELLE monster.*

[Good advice.XD]
Blythe fell over and sort of took me with her. I removed my arm. "Immabarf!"Wailed Blythe. I looked around the room, I don't know what else to do.

I stayed in my hunched-over sitting position.

"You people are all insane. Blythe, I'll get some tea. I want some f*cking tea." I strode off to the doorway, then frealized that I knew nothing of this house.
"F*ck the tea, then."
{{Trisa sounds liie me.}}

[XD]
Blythe's crying started to die down. I kept looking around the room avoiding eyes. I have no clue what to do...

I grabbed a pillow off my bed and tossed it to Bunny.
{{Whatever happened to ABS?}}

[Explosions.]
I caught the pillow and stared at it. "What's this for?" Blythe moved into sniffling wildly.

"The hell do you think? There's a sobbing girl next to you."
{{Can we revive it?}}

[What was even happening? Didn't it die when I was gone for a week or two?]
"Um... Hit her with it?" I really don't know what you would do. Blythe snickered a bit. "You better not."

"PUT IT UNDER HER HEAD YOU DIPSH*T." Shoot, there go my emotioms again. Emotions are merely burdens preventing progression of knowledge.
{{Shall we revive it?}}

(Sorry I poofed; lecture.)
I didn't move. "..."

{{DEVIANT FORNICATION! *sings*

...sorry, too much reading of Morrowind's books.}}

(Renee's all freaked out now. XD)

{{And you're not? XD I'M SINGING BAWDY SONGS AND GOING ON A MORROWIND LORE BINGE!
"If you're more a sinner than a sinned,
You'll find it all in Morrowind!"

AND I THOUGHT THE DUNMER WERE PRUDES!}}

I'm a murderer. I can never talk to anyone ever again.