>>5378880<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">" ̸͇̺̌̉P̷̡̆̕ĥ̶͔̚͜'̸̟̕n̷̤͑g̴̝͂l̵̟̐u̶͍̦͊̿ḯ̸̥͙̂ ̷̜̞͒́m̵̭̃g̸̨̹͌̃ĺ̸̬̿w̵̯̱̎'̵̤̠̂n̴̰̐̂à̷̟̚f̵͗̈́͜h̴̠̀̔ ̴̮̆̃C̷̥͝ͅt̸̪̃ͅh̵̟̱͊ù̴̜̻ḹ̴ẖ̷̥̉̉ụ̵̍̌͜ ̵̖̊͒R̸̖̼̈́̎'̸̼͈̑̇l̵̮̗͠ỵ̵̀ḙ̶̝͂̕h̷̦̒ ̴̨̫̔̓ẃ̵̥g̵̢̭̍̒a̶͉̫͝h̵̄̎'̴̤͈̈n̴͙̈́ȁ̴̦g̶̢̈́̓l̶̝̈́ ̷̡̀f̵͓̀́h̵̫͓͘t̴͇͚́́a̴̬̽g̶̱̬̕n̸̮̰̉̚.̴̳́,̸͖̇ ̶̣̈N̴̮̙̒̕g̴͋ͅv̸̢̪̏ù̶̗l̸͓̱̋g̷̪̾̾t̸̢͊̑l̶̰̦̒a̷̪̟̚g̴̫͝l̷̈́ͅn̸̺͒ ̷̪̝̀͐c̴̩̾f̵̩̩̄m̶͌̚ͅ'̸̗̪̔l̸̬͂͝a̷͎͈͝ẗ̶͔͐͜ģ̶̗̚h̴̯͔̓ ̸̦̊t̸̖̓̕h̵̠̿a̸̰̤͌r̷̨̊a̸̚͜n̸͛̐ą̷̈́̄k̶̟̰̓͂ ̸̢̋̀s̸͕͐g̵͉̐n̸̤̓̈́͜'̵̗͖͛̿w̷͍̦̆͊ả̶͙h̶̨̕l̸̦̹̋.̴̾͆ͅ ̵̟́ "</span></span>
Countless voices taking up the hymn. Billy finally appears from the back room, joint between his lips and a fire axe in his hands. "What the fuck is that…" Kylie let out a groan as you step out into the night. "Maybe we should close up and go home…" Max mumbles you weren't sure how to answer him and before you can a familiar station wagon came speeding down the main road. This time even more sparks follow it, the sound of the rear wheels scraping along the asphalt almost as loud as the cultist's chanting. They fail to make the turn in, rolling to a halt a little further down the road. Strangely enough you spot the familiar thin body of an arrow sticking from the roof, then you notice a few more poking out from the bumper and rear passenger door.
Frightfully similar to the one you had found in your own car. "Help! Someone help us!" You hear a haggard voice call. Figures tripping as they escape the beaten up vehicle. Max backs up, going back inside in a panicked rush. "We shouldn't let them in! Lock the doors Graham! Please!" You simply stood there observing. The two men had the woman between their shoulders. "Something fucked up is happening Bro. What should we do?" You didn't notice Billy at your side, the joint glowing between his lips the least of your worries now.
>Lock the doors.>Let the meth heads in>>Do something else?Write in? >I need someone to roll a single 1d20 