We lost our gorgeous
last night, and I'm going to miss her.
She left everything on the floor in Team Queen's werk room. Heart, blood, guts and all. The walls were green with the splatter. She may be gone, but she will not be forgotten. I wish you'd all been there to see it; she'd still be alive today, and useless
spamton
might have been sent home with his
and
[[irritating square brackets]]
in her stead.
To honor her cherished memory, I carry her dying words to you all. Please listen in respectful silence. Do not clap.
She cried out with every breath:
She pointed out the following:
Morning Tweet
has basically vanished from the thread. Hmmm, that ain't no lie.
Darby
is suspicious for expressing a weak scumread on her without reason.
- If the
Panda
isn't oozing green in two days, it should have its wig pulled off.
Norwee
is a green read, but we must check that his logic on that read checks out.
RCE
is an enigma.
Spamton
must be pressured to talk today.
tictac
has bad reads, we must tighten the screw.