this is a mafia game with a lot of magic! glitter! be warned of many shenanigans.
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Friday, 3:30pm.
The school bell chimes, signifying the end of your last class–and the school year. It’s finally the summer holidays! You pack your notebooks away quickly and make your way to the door, excited at the many fun things you’ll get to do. You can already imagine yourself being surrounded by cats at your favorite cat cafe and giving them allll the pets while they curl around you and purr and-
One moment you’re taking your first step out of the classroom (to freedom!) and the next you’re falling, falling, falling into a seemingly bottomless dark pit and ohgodsyou’regoingtodie-
…until you find that the pit is neither bottomless nor (completely) dark as neon lights flood your vision and you crash-land onto a surface (oh, a trampoline) and find yourself airborne once more. This time you manage to land gracefully, instincts (wait, what instincts?) kicking in as you twist your body mid-air to right yourself.
To say that you landed on your feet wouldn’t be entirely accurate, however. You let out a surprised yelp as you realise your feet (and hands) have turned into paws. And you are covered with soft, fluffy fur.
“Here, kitty, kitty!”
Your ears twitch as you hear cooing to your right. A girl about your age beams as you turn your attention towards her, her arms reaching out to give you headpats. Wait, I’m not a cat! I was a human just seconds ago! You open your mouth, ready to protest.
Before you make out any words (or would they be meows instead?), a puff of pink smoke surrounds you, blocking your vision. When it dissipates, you hear the flapping of wings and an ostrich appears in front of you. The girl is nowhere to be seen. Though, judging from the ostrich’s awkward, frantic wing flaps, you can approximately guess that the ostrich is the girl, transformed into an animal like you. Somehow.
Glitter explodes above you, and you look up to see a neon sign floating midair. ”CIRCUS OF KABOOM!!” What kind of a name is that? You scrunch your face in disgust at modgod’s terrible naming sense. (beyond the fourth wall, modgod sobs. she is terrible with words.)
A ring of rock candy materialises mid-air and a narwhal (also floating mid-air) leaps through it, leaving rainbow-coloured bubbles along its trail. Behind you, an antelope tosses many brightly coloured beach balls in the air and shoots at them with rainbow eye lasers. In the midst of all the chaos, one thought rings in your head:
What on earth is going on?