crittersheep

[You're in a neighborhood of six homes, each roof matching the color of the six teams. Of course, you are carrying the key to your own house, and you'll find yourself walking to the front door as background music begins to play to match your new, bright technicolor life.

You feel the urge to go inside and once you're in, the compulsion is gone. Once you walk in, you will notice that your joints have been replaced with ball joints and your skin feels more like porcelain. Even if you're covered in fur or feathers, they have a smoother texture that feels more fake than anything. Your movements might also be a little bit stiffer than what you're familiar with, but nothing hurts. Despite everything, you still FEEL like you're in a human body (or whatever body you normally have).

Your clothes are also matching the role that you've chosen, but there's additional lace and frills attached to the hems and such.]

"Oh-waa-aa . . . I woke up, wowaa-aa-aa... Okay, okay, lets have fun...? I had a dream about family sitcoms so we can do that . . .

Ummmmuuu . . .

Will you pick a room for me...? Zzz..."

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_{[ Guy She Still Hasn't Heard The Name Of Yet doesn't... seem all that different, actually, until you look too close at his arms and the way the light shines on his skin, and he starts moving. His already-exaggerated movements fit way too well with the new doll model.

He crosses his arms, and leans against the wall. For some reason he feels the strange urge to light a cigarette off of a stove burner to complete the image... ]}

Eloquently put.

Is this... a dream? A hallucination?

What is this??

As we seem to have been herded in accordance to the colors of our collars... Placed into a strange space with no obvious flow between A to B, and abruptly informed of arbitrary rules being in play...

Could be a dream, is absolutely a ritual.

A ritual?

Sometimes, certain individuals about the pasture get bright ideas and call upon the forces of darkness to do their bidding. Common results include death, painful death, dismemberment, ousting of one's darkest secrets, impromptu clothing changes...

Once everyone got blisteringly drunk for days.

And if we "do good," we get a shiny Gil.

I have no intention of eating shit with you assholes.

How do we get out of here?

We win quite a bit, you know. And we'll continue to if we keep our heads, study the rules we're given, and act decisively.

I seem to recall you hinting something of an analytical mind to me, before. Let's use that.

Ugh.

Fine.

ROSE

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