Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20181027211716/@comment-36855838-20181028050900

Suddenly, the dark elf from before was kicked into the room, Jessica, one year Amber's junior, walking after her.

"Hi, Ocean," she whispered, "I caught her snooping around, so I thought I'd throw her to the wild ones."

Last week a police officer had shot thirteen of our members in a coffee shop, none of which had been doing anything illegal at the time.

Of the thirteen shot, all twelve girls and the one boy had died, and the officer, who had later been revealed to have a history of Order affiliation, had gotten off scott free.

Ever since, the thirteen surviving mates, twelve boys and a girl, had been going at it in a furious orgy in the basement, fueled by their hollowness, loss, and budding madness.

This was a normal occurrence at this point, and it had become custom to chuck the maddenedones down there, deep in the bowels of a large gang-dug tunnel network.

The moans of the mad were easy enough to hear, women being more likely to die in combat, any time a man died the accompanying madwoman would be greedily swallowed by a sea of hands after being chucked in.

The Dark Elf knew that this sort of thing happened in all mamono-run street gangs, and so It wasn't too surprising that she began sobbing uncontrollably,considering the sheer size of our gang.

I gently pushed on her mind, driving her to unconsciousness, and Jessica quickly carried her to the one-way elevator into the heart of that den of depravity.

The dumbwaiter soon arrived in the kitchen, laden with plates licked clean, along with poorly scrawled notes proclaiming love for the Jessica, which rapidly descended to the depths of lustful madness.

I clutched Rosemary tight, hoping neither of us would wind up like them.