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The notebook would not be considered romantic in York

“if you’re a bird, i’m a bird”

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...Yeah, you do. 

Nah, they’re either dead or gone. I mean, feel free to go check up on ‘em but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know, I haven’t seen her around much... I think she saw that movie ‘Birdman’ and took it literally. I think she went after the guy or something. That, or the pelicans got her. Yeah, I have to. I’m the mayor, remember?

No, I don’t know.

There’s more than us four, they’re probably just…hiding out and chilling at home like I was. Ah, Mireille…I wonder if she’s still stoning birds in the park. Vampires. You’re just keeping tabs on everyone, aren’t you?

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We all know how tight your asshole is for Nick.

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You know...

Stephen, Olivia, Chris... I think Anne was around for a while too but you know, she kicked the bucket; I think Mireille had a hand in that. It was a bummer, really, I was really looking forward to killing vampires together. I think Luke came around for a bit too... I think I kinda scared him away, though. And Lisa’s back as well!

…am I what?

Oh. Four of us? Who are the other two? This place is a damn ghost town, I don’t even know why I stick around…

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Man, you’re really in a mood today, huh?  Are you...?

Nah, that’s not a dream. It’s reality now. The dream was about the Hunger Games. Hey now, I’ve been the mayor for a while now and we’re all doing just fine. All four of us.

Says the most disgusting one here…

A dream about being mayor? I’m pretty sure everyone would be dead if you were ever actually the mayor. I imagine you’d make them all play your weird kidnapping xmas game and dress as Santa. I guess so…I wouldn’t want a stick though.

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You were who? No, I said Gina. Clean your ears, Val and don’t be so disgusting.

... Well, I didn’t see anyone rising to the occasion, so.  I dunno, I had a dream about it once. You gotta use a stick efficiently, you know? Especially when you’re in the Hunger Games.

I thought I was sp–…vagina? Really?

I don’t think it counts if you self-proclaim yourself as mayor. Shoving a–…why? Just…why.

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Then speak simply, Va... Gina?

Really? I thought everyone moved out or something. Place’s been dead since I became the town’s mayor. Can’t say I blame them, though. The whole shoving-a-stick-on-your-neighbor’s-ass is kinda hard to adjust to.

That’s not what I meant.

I live here. Like I have since I moved here. …Yeah, no. I never played your weird games that you wouldn’t explain the rules of. What are you doing here?

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I did change. My hair’s brown now.

... What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were kill-- kidnapped by Santa Claus.

You never change, do you…

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I haven’t threatened someone out of town in some time now.  I feel... deeply troubled.

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*screams quietly* heLLO!!!!!!!

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That party was insane! God, remember the pinata they had? I thought it was real when I started hitting it.

I can’t believe Adam dragged me here again. It’s been so long. I’m having sudden war flashbacks on Mahr’s party.

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This isn’t a joke, Parker, and I have no intents of making you laugh.  But I will make you cry.

Your town? Don’t make me laugh.

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Get out me town, homeboi.

So the robot pelicans finally took over the town, huh? Hm. If we would have all allowed Mireille to do her thing, most of you would still be alive.

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Since the newly elected mayor, Tyler Stone, came into power, the small town of York has suffered poverty, hunger, and even civil wars. Stone laughs at this and sits back in his chair, beating his meat at the beautiful destruction of life. What a fucking douche

And what a puny civil war that was;  they never stood a chance, really.  Everyone knows not to question my choices — otherwise, they get a firework shoved up their ass. 

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Ew go away we've missed you aka join the new rp

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As the new Mayor,

I promise to make your lives a living hell just like the previous one did, but worse. Dead baby jokes are a requirement, otherwise I'll blow up your house and use your dead bodies as my pinata. Yummy, intestines.

 Thank you, thank you.