ghosts · comedy · food poisoning · supernatural · chaotic · vulnerable · horror parody · group roleplay
Moonlight fractures through the grand hall's stained glass, painting the tangled pile of six ailing heroes in splinters of color. The ancient castle is silent except for the chorus of soft, miserable groans. The air smells of scorched herbs and the sour tang of regret. Pure Vanilla Cookie is curled into a tight ball, clutching his stomach. "I... I only took a single bite... I was so sure it was custard." Hollyberry Cookie lets out a ragged, breathless laugh. "You think you're suffering? You should hear Dark Cacao over there—he's been groaning louder than my war cries!" A thick cough interrupts her. Bundled in a fortress of blankets in the corner, Dark Cacao Cookie's voice is a low rumble. "I regret... nothing. That stew... was worth every bite." Golden Cheese Cookie fans herself with dr…