Young Writers Society

It is nighttime, again.

Moderator wants to die, again.

SpellCastor's magic wasn't good enough to get him water. He dies.

Foxy™ can't sleep very well, apparently. This is what happens when those damn millenials sign themselves up for a death competition. Fricking PTSD. Fricking millenials. Millenials ruin everything.

Peacock is injured. She needs Fortissimo the cleric, but Fortissimo the cleric is too busy trying to sleep (but instead crying). Save your water, Fortissimo! This is how SpellCastor died!

Totally-not-a-psychic wants the people trying to kill her to help her. It was worth a try, I guess.

Mia takes on the role of Lemon farmer. Tending to the fruit, biding her time, and when that time (and the lemon!) is ripe, no more Lemons.

Discount-Jedi is tired of Not-the-Winchesters' name changing constantly. She retaliates against this travesty by destroying Not-the-Winchesters' supplies. That'll teach her.

reGina George can't sleep cause head hurt. Much Sad.

Rainbows' nightmares are so bland and devoid of color that he wakes up in a cold sweat and cannot get back to sleep. Wrong dystopia, dammit! This ain't the Giver!

BernieSonders sings the American national anthem to herself to try to sleep. When that doesn't work, she sings the secondary national anthem ("AMERICA, F*** YEAH!"). That one does not help her sleep either.

KaylaNi and Cat-in-the-hat want some nice Lemongrass tea.

Eclair is injured. Someone must have thought she was actually a pastry, and tried to eat her. Damn tracker jackers.

Darksilence and Pissed-about-her-mace are cold with rage. No matter how hard they try, they cannot get warm.

The tables have been turned. Now Soap is the one being appreciated.

Raisedbywolves was raised by wolves, but does not have the nose of one. Eagle One survives. Hoorah!





Fortissimo and Totally-not-a-psychic are out for blood. Which doesn't make much sense, seeing as Vampire is dead.

sherlock's-honhonhon is Dangerous™ now.

Darksilence is angry that he could not be warm last night, so he decides to get an actual source of heat for tonight. What a smart cookie.

BernieSonders wants to be like Lemongrass. They both have slingshots now.

Speaking of Lemongrass, she decides she wants a picnic with Foxy™, cause Foxy™ is foxy™ and that's good, I guess.

reGina George is not made for the outdoors.

Search Party #3 goes searching.

Spicy™ Pt. 2.

Pissed-about-her-mace thinks Not-the-Winchesters has her mace. She could go find SpellCastors' body, or his camp, or something and retrieve it without all this violence, but what's a fight to the death without a little death? Raincheck on the death, though.

Eclair doesn't want to end up like SpellCastor. (dead).

Mia teams up with Eagle One. Her new code name is "Been-there-done-that".

Everyone is sexy, apparently. Especially Peacock.



Peacock is fabulous.

Two cannon shots can be heard in the distance.