It was a slightly warm afternoon as 8 people stood below a tree. One of them threw the noose over as they all agreed: that person had to die. the 9th person walked her up to the tree as she was mumbling something about gays doing the frickle frack under her breath. She was lynched as her will fell out of her pocket.

As read from the last will of coolkidrox: I was trickster you morons

As it became night, Bulla awoke blindfolded and slightly aroused. He could smell wax, and the slight tint of bird droppings. He splurted out "w-where am I?" He may have talked big on the internet but his introverted self could only take so much progression in his life at once. Someone took the blindfold off and sat at the opposite side of the table with a mask on.

"Hello bulla...." the man with the mask spoke, as the words rolled out of his mouth it was like a boat going down the rivers of Venice, slowly drifting on the rivers of love. He could feel the breath of the man from across the table, making bulla go stiff with excitement. "I am the chef and I was hoping to investigate you as the bad guy, but it would seem that you are the justice."

"Yeah, whatever, more importantly, what's on the menu?" Bulla said, leaning forward in his bindings. After so many failed attempts in the chatbox he felt this was his chance, finally, at getting someone to notice his slightly erectable posture and never shaven pits. Bulla's eyes widened as the man took his mask off, only to reveal themself as Artic. "WTF Artic bro I'm trying to get laid here"

Artic chuckled to himself, as if he thought of a joke in his head. He unbound Blister as Blister could properly circulate his tiny arms. "You see Bulla, tonight on the menu is roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, and you..." He said, smirking. Everyone reading this topic groaned as they knew it was far too many years until this homosexual couple actually would do something.

Bulla sat on the table as Artic whispered into his ear...

"It looks like Justice..... is served...."