[ ugh he doesn't want to have to say THAT either... sighs and tells himself at least it isn't wenis......... ]
"Scawwy". [ with air quotes to establish that he knows how fucking stupid it sounds and no he does not have a speech impediment. ] It was the name of the village we were in.
Uhhh, the IDs called it Final Destinations. The city was called Key Nueve, though. Two weeks, robots and dancing rabbit people, plugged into a machine, escaped Death, yada yada.
Like - what? [ a beat. she can probably context clues her way here. ] Like an arcade game, I guess. Our real bodies were out but our consciences were wandering around.
[ he considers that for a moment... he's not even sure how many stupid gag deaths he's had at this point, but he still does his damnedest to avoid it. ]
It was way different than all this. All of you guys have this idea of what's going to happen, but we showed up, twenty three people exploded in a coaster accident or got stuck in a golf hole, and then we went home. Kind of.
That... kind of feels like it should be in a different genre, yeah. [ especially with the dancing rabbit people... what the fuck was this ] Did you even have actual murders or was it all just ridiculous accidents?