Cookboi

BUT WHAT IF THEY REBEL?

JOIN OR WE’LL MAKE YOU!

WHO SHALL BE OUR FIRST RECRUITS?

WE HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND SQUIRRELS ON OUR SIDE, AFTER ALL!

STEP ONE: KILL EVERYTHING! STEP TWO: ??? STEP THREE: PROFIT!

THE GODS OUR ON OUR SIDE!

WE WERE BORN FOR THIS!

TRAITOR! YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE SQUIRREL GOD THEMSELVES!

OUR TAKEOVER WILL BE GLORIOUS!

PRAISE POLLY, THE SQUIRREL QUEEN!

(I think you should only do 1 & 2 with the options being the two suggestions that got the most votes.)

I think a run-off would be good.

(Sorry, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again.)

(@Polly)

“It’s like a two in one shampoo and conditioner except with Jesus.”

Welcome back!

“No.”

“No, I haven’t.”

A small rustle and a groan came in response.

“Kirlur’s gone?” Terracotta asked, dumbfounded.

“N-othing” Terracotta stammered. “I found Meadow, but she didn’t know were Rata was.” He motioned toward Meadow. (@Polly)

Terracotta yelped, stumbling back before regaining his balance. The image of a dark red nicheling striking him across the back flashed in his mind and Terracotta flinched with the bad memories.

(@Polly) The red shape of Terracotta and the white-and-black shape of Meadow enter your peripherals.

Although nothing lurched out of the grass to attack you, the odor was so strong you nearly gaged. Still, there was something... different... about the scent that made your claws itch to run right toward the source.