4tuna Mafia Game

The sound of claws scraping against the hall echoes around the ship. a low, garbled noise joins in, like stones being ground together in a crude, unsettling approximation of a hum.

Dorite is roaming the halls once more.



"friends, friends, i'm baack, i have learned so much from the larrys, are you ready to see what i'v͠e͘ ̶l̡͢͞e͞-͘e͢-̨e҉ar̵͡n̛͜e͠͝͠d-͏ ̴҉̷d́- ̧͞d̸͜-̕͠"