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Quoted By: >>5340924
You’re <span class="mu-s">STANLEY PARBLE</span>: a girl with a weird name and an even weirder tale: after a <span class="mu-r">CENTURIES-OLD LICH</span> woke up during your graveyard shift at the <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONE</span> factory, your simple life of janitorial work became a bit more… Complicated.
https://youtu.be/_wiwdlu-Zg0
Sure, you became pals with your now-sentient skeleton (you named him <span class="mu-g">LY</span>) AND gained some nifty <span class="mu-b">SUPER POWERS</span> from eating <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL BONE MARROW</span>, but that doesn’t change the fact that your hometown of <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER, CALIFORNIA</span> is overrun by <span class="mu-r">HOMICIDAL SKELETONS!</span> Even worse, the guy in charge is dead-set on taking over the rest of the world while he’s at it! <span class="mu-s">Not cool!</span>
At long last and to no surprise to anyone, least of all yourself, your enemies lie strewn about you in ruin like busted toys in a toddler’s nursery. Having dealt with <span class="mu-r">TIM’S LIEUTENANTS,</span> the foul lich’s phylacteries and fiendish capos in his plan to take over the world, all that remains now is the big cheese himself–his unholy highness plotting no-doubt wicked plots in his <span class="mu-r">FLOATING FORTRESS</span> looming in the ash-choked skies above you. Needless to say, getting up there and kicking his bony ass will be about as easy as vacuuming up that layer of gunk that builds up between carpet and flooring. No small feat.
Fortunately you’re not alone! Between your loyal croni-err, <span class="mu-i">friends</span>, the demon doppelganger <span class="mu-g">NATS</span> you just picked up, and a growing army of dissident skeletons led by your rockabilly bro <span class="mu-g">CLIFF,</span> you might just have a chance at cleaning up this mess–or at the very least looking cool failing! Fingers crossed!
Speaking of, your skeletroop picked tonight of all nights to throw a <span class="mu-g">BONEY BASH</span> up at the old <span class="mu-g">DRIVE-IN–</span>no doubt a last hurrah before the final battle begins! That’s what you thought, at least, until your old pal <span class="mu-g">STRIPES</span> called shouting about an <span class="mu-r">EMERGENCY!</span>
Racing to your trusty <span class="mu-b">VAN</span> like a dog about to go to the park, THIS is where your story continues...
>CONTD.
https://youtu.be/_wiwdlu-Zg0
Sure, you became pals with your now-sentient skeleton (you named him <span class="mu-g">LY</span>) AND gained some nifty <span class="mu-b">SUPER POWERS</span> from eating <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL BONE MARROW</span>, but that doesn’t change the fact that your hometown of <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER, CALIFORNIA</span> is overrun by <span class="mu-r">HOMICIDAL SKELETONS!</span> Even worse, the guy in charge is dead-set on taking over the rest of the world while he’s at it! <span class="mu-s">Not cool!</span>
At long last and to no surprise to anyone, least of all yourself, your enemies lie strewn about you in ruin like busted toys in a toddler’s nursery. Having dealt with <span class="mu-r">TIM’S LIEUTENANTS,</span> the foul lich’s phylacteries and fiendish capos in his plan to take over the world, all that remains now is the big cheese himself–his unholy highness plotting no-doubt wicked plots in his <span class="mu-r">FLOATING FORTRESS</span> looming in the ash-choked skies above you. Needless to say, getting up there and kicking his bony ass will be about as easy as vacuuming up that layer of gunk that builds up between carpet and flooring. No small feat.
Fortunately you’re not alone! Between your loyal croni-err, <span class="mu-i">friends</span>, the demon doppelganger <span class="mu-g">NATS</span> you just picked up, and a growing army of dissident skeletons led by your rockabilly bro <span class="mu-g">CLIFF,</span> you might just have a chance at cleaning up this mess–or at the very least looking cool failing! Fingers crossed!
Speaking of, your skeletroop picked tonight of all nights to throw a <span class="mu-g">BONEY BASH</span> up at the old <span class="mu-g">DRIVE-IN–</span>no doubt a last hurrah before the final battle begins! That’s what you thought, at least, until your old pal <span class="mu-g">STRIPES</span> called shouting about an <span class="mu-r">EMERGENCY!</span>
Racing to your trusty <span class="mu-b">VAN</span> like a dog about to go to the park, THIS is where your story continues...
>CONTD.
