Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180703235416/@comment-27049835-20180704205516

"Alright, my daughter, what I have confirmed is-" Scraptrap started before Scrap Baby cut him off.

"This is a sort of game show. Last two standing win, and we eliminate others through challenges or by voting them off."

"Yes, very good. Now, we have to win this together. We have to play dirty and eliminate all the others."

"Playing dirty? That's what we're good at."

"That's my girl."

Parasoul still laid on her bed, blaming herself. She killed her own sister. Nothing justified that. This had to be her payment. Forced here, into a pointless game she could not, and would not, win. Taunted with freedom always seeming so near, and yet somehow out of reach. She deserved this.