w7 not-curfew: everyone confess your crushes to ylfa.

[rewriter]

[we are depressed. we are in ikea. we are depressed in ikea.]

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[piteous]

Eight weeks is nothing to me, but something about this place drives me insane.

I think all of it.

[rewriter]

It is definitely all of it.

I never thought I could hate games more than I already did.

[piteous]

This is only a game to the higher-ups... I don't know how to feel about this being a real life and death game, rather than a death game for a chance at life.

[ The revelations. ]

Hazy death memory makes sense now.

[rewriter]

It does, doesn't it?

To be honest, my own personal circumstances made me think I was really dead at first. But the more time passed without any of us remembering, the more I doubted. And now we have confirmation.

[piteous]

No, I get you. I'm kind of on the same boat! But... I didn't doubt too much, for personal reason.

[ It just made sense to him. ]

At least the revival part is still true.

[rewriter]

... Yeah. I get that, too.

[sometimes you Should Be Dead, and yet.]

Thank god for that. Honestly, I... don't know what we would've done, if the revival part wasn't true.