Murdergame CRAU CMO

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Clover Field   Seven Vices

Yuna Yuki   Robowest

Clover Field The Cradle Project

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if you don't wanna leave a starter, just gimme like a small vague general idea of what you wanna do or a handful of options or like, something, whatever, and i'll write one!! if yuna cr leaves a blank comment though i'll provide one of her obnoxiously affectionate too-long friendship letters

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u know what i'm here for give me the murdergame pair

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[VICES AU WHERE HINATA ISN'T DATING ROXY AND ALSO GAY FOR FAIZE IG]

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[ slams my fist down. so letters are nice but how about some weird ass post-rw interdimensional travel where russell visits yuna and they can do dumb 14 year old things and have fun (while russell thinks hes dying because what is fun) JUST!!! HAVE FUN AND DO FUN THINGS LOTS of fun i want these two dumb teens to Hang out ]

SEVEN VICES!!!

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[PREVIOUSLY ON STUPID DEAD KIDS...

"Practice your English by commenting on a blog", Nakatani-sensei said. "It'll be an assignment where you can show your interests," he said. "Don't you like those types of assignments?" he said. "You really need to make up work after that weird incident where you missed school for over two months," he said. "It'll be fun," he said.

Wordpress user tKazunari is seriously doubting all of the life decisions that led to this moment, because he sees the icing and the berries curled together in the image and he remembers. It's too much. It's too much and not enough - he has to reach out because he can't run away. There's magic and murderers out there, they'll catch up. He types a comment.]

Another super nice cake!

Lithuanians too like your cake I think!

Have you ever served cake somewhere like a hotel?

letters!!! u know which verse

[robitussin]

Yuna,

I got your flowers and herbs and leaves and whatever but you really don't have to send them so often. Like, can there be a break week or something? I'm running out of room on the wall

I didn't put them on the wall. I have nowhere to put them. I'm drowning. Just send a normal letter next time. Thanks.

A Letter For Yuna!

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Dear Yuna,

I hope that this letter finds you well. In truth, I hope it finds you at all.

I am doing very well. I am settling in to a city called Boston. It's very big, and not like the city I lived in before. The buildings are much taller and there's a train that runs underground! It even goes under the water! And it isn't to travel to other places, it's simply to travel to and from different places in the same city! And by 'it' I mean the entirety of the train system, there are six at least. I never could have imagined such a thing. I'd like to ride one of those underground trains.

I never could have imagined a great deal that exists in this world. It's all very strange and new, but Eliot has been very kind and patient in explaining things to me. I think I will like it here, once I'm used to it. There's so much to do and to see and to learn! I'm thankful I have a lifetime in which to do it all.

I've met Eliot's friends, they are interesting people, and are doing their best to make me feel welcome. I rather like them, for the most part. The patriarch of the little group is a touch prickly, but I have no doubt I'll win him over. One of them even helped me pick a traditional human name, I am going by 'Isabella Baylin' now. I quite like the sound of it, and I have been told it suits me.

In my time here so far, I have discovered the following: I very much like television, candy, fuzzy slippers, seafood, credit cards, and something called an Em Pee Three device, which allows vast amounts of music to be stored on a tiny machine that fits in a pocket! I've listened to so much music since coming here. Did you know that Eliot is musically gifted? He's quite talented.

I think I may wish to pursue my own inclination for the musical arts. Simply for the pleasure of it. There's no reason why I can't. Eventually, of course. I'm taking things slow, as I adjust to this world and all it brings me. And eventually I will join Eliot and his friends in their pursuit of what I suppose is best described as independent justice. They're the people who make sure the innocent and deserving are rewarded and the cruel and villainous are punished. Enforcers of equivalent exchange. It's a very appealing pursuit, I must admit. And one I find myself already well trained for.

Eliot is also going to teach me to cook. He's been very helpful in expanding my culinary horizons, and introducing me to all the food of this world. I already knew he was a talented chef, but there's something about watching him at work in his own kitchen. He has a very nice home. I didn't realize just how wealthy he was - not that that matters. But it does make me feel far less guilty about relying on him while I find my feet.

I do hope you're faring well, and have been able to put all the unpleasantness that brought us together behind you. What's it like, where you live? Do you have computers or cellular phones? I understand they allow for easier and quicker communication than traditional letters. I don't quite understand computers, but Eliot says his dear friend is one of the best computer 'geeks' alive, so I don't think it will be hard for me to learn to use one. When I do, perhaps we can use that to communicate.

I very much look forward to hearing from you in return.

Warmest wishes,
Isabella 'Lust' Baylin

P.S. Here is a photo from when I went to see the ocean. And Eliot says 'hello'.