#i adore the dynamic of team bolas so much

[miscellaneoussmp]

Stay away from those whose names appear in red. If you get close, you'll lose your sanity, too, or become one of their sacrifices to the same gods they scream at. The same gods they curse in the same breath as joyus laughter.

They tear each other limb from limb and laugh. They're covered in blood, their own blood.

One of them bites into a raw potato like it's the red apple of original sin, spurred on by her teammates like snake in the tree of knowledge.

"God hath forsaken us! Confess your sins!"

His hands press together as he stands in the flames of their fire pit. "I am a murder! I don't regret it! I'll keep doing it!" He is consumed by the flames. He returns for the next burning.

Her hands reach out towards the onlookers as she stands in the flames of their fire pit. "I'm a back stabber! I don't care who I hurt in the process!" She is consumed by the flames. She returns for the next confession.

His hands stretch out the side of him, palms facing out toward the others, as he stands in the flames of their fire pit. "I am a liar! I knew from the start!" He is consumed by the flames. He returns for another sacrifice.

Their home, their place of worship, is built on their bloodshed. They die on each other's and their swords because it is fun.

"God hath forsaken us! We're having fun!"

They tear each other limb from limb and dance and laugh. They're having so much fun.

They scream at and curse the gods they so dutifully worship until their time runs out. Their eyelids get heavy, and they sleep.