I'll quickly open the door and toss out a cat as disctraction. While you're all busy admiring irl floof, I've jumped down from my balcony (it's not high up), circled around and am now starting to pick you off one by one with stealth tranquilizer darts through the open windows in the lobby. when you're all down, i gather your bodies and when you wake up you are in a dark cellar with only an old crt tv lighting things up at the end of the room. when you press play, it's a video of me in a shiny furret mask, saying: "you took your wavee emojis to me irl, so now i will take a forum thread to you irl. say... weather's been nice today." you agree, or disagree, and you all start talking about the weather and seasons, until one of you suddenly realize that i have stuck you in a perpetual irl DCC. and there is no escape, because the DCC always exists. this is your just punishment for ringing my doorbell without letting me know half a year in advance.
