The Grand Tweet II: Finished

Brad was a quick learner, and crashing into a fabric hat was much less painful.
"That was just washed!" cried the witch, "You will pay!"

The Lizard-Witch called forth enormous fireballs, but the squidbats sprayed water at them.
Loquacious began chanting.
"WhydidItrustyou..."

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SpoilerOKAY FIVE MINUTES LEFT I GUESS THE ELIMINEE THIS ROUND IS JACQUEREL. SORRY JACQ.

TIME FOR DEATHPOSTS AND THINGS.

"This one's over! I don't care how!"
Conway threw the NEGAHARPOON in the general direction of the lizardwitch.

Just to see what happens.

Brad was uncomfortable around the fire and edged away, maybe the bats could handle this one?
Something sharp approached from the distance.

It looks like it's about to hit that tree WIZARD -- wait what?

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SpoilerOMG

HARPOON'D

The stray harpoon careened towards Loquacious.
"No!" shouted Brad, leaping into the way, "Finish that spell!"
He died.

The negaharpoon stabbed Brad through the trunk and cleaved him in two.
It kept going and hit the Lizard-Witch's brain and heart.
She died.

"Come on then, I don't have all night ya know."

Their next arena; a dense forest but alive and aware and wary of intruders.

Did that bush just move? Oh no this isn't good. Conway's seen that Grim Fancypants game. Sentient foliage can't be a good thing.

The last round had ended an instant before Loquacious finished his spell.
"...nowyoudie!"
His spell killed the living forest.

But as it so happened... the living forest was planted on an Indian Burial Ground!

Chief Dracula rose from his teepee-coffin.
Someone had disturbed the restless spirits of his tribe.

Oh. The forest just... stopped moving. Okay. All is well then.

And then the zombie vampire indians started to rise.

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SpoilerTIMES HOW CAN YOU DO CHORES DURING THE GRAND TWEET YOU DOPFE

a. poet appeared from nospace,
landed

he had succeeded?

...

emptiness

and betrayal

(willow)

"What have I done?" Loquacious said. "I killed an entire forest!"
Then the dead trees and bushes started moving.
Was it just the wind?
Nope.

The Indian Zompires approached. One sort of started knawing at Conway's arm.
Unfortunately, he had neither flesh nor blood.

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SpoilerI AM SUDDENLY REALLY HOT BUT I CAN'T GO GET A FAN :<

dead arise,
disturbed upset,
chase the minimalist poet
and he collides
right into
a wizard


interrupting a spell, probably

Conway just casually walked through the supposedly dead forest, a few zombpires hanging from his ankles.
Oh hey, it's those guys.

The dead trees were approaching. Loquacious readied a spell.
"Notintheface notintheface..."
Then a poet's interruption distracted him.

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SpoilerI THINK I HAVE GONE MAD

a. poet turned to the skeleton fiend
the one who
who murdered his friend

he murdered his friend

"I WILL KILL YOU" screamed a.

"KILL."

Chief Dracula flew in and yelled at the marching trees.
"Stop. These interlopers are ours to destroy."
Forest and Indians began fighting.

"Dammit."
Conway pulled the negaharpoon from his back and threw it at the poet.

He no longer had the negaharpoon.

Fuck.

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Spoileri cannot think of anything to say any more

now it's mano e. mano
bones v. heart
strength v. mind

fisticuffs ensued,
no clear winner emerging

blood, sweat, tears
kick, bite, punch,

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