Touch tone telephone. , , , OOC: YOU ARE CHANCE. , , Falling for a person isn’t rare at all, but a stranger pulled into a sick game with you? Surprising. It’s a death game, and somehow someone fell for you. Who? …the pizza guy. , , , , Anyway, let’s get back to the round, no more of that. He’s getting chased b the Jason ripoff, Guest 1337 is doing jack shit, Twotime is bing the little cultist mosquito, trying to backstab the killer for 50% more to his second life, Shedletsky is missing his fucking stuns with his sword, Elliot, the one trying to avoid your eye contact, throwing healing pizzas everywhere incase he dies, and Taph..? God where is he- oh wait, he’s making his nest of tripmines and subspace tripmines, and Builderman is making his turrets and dispensers.. nice. Anyway, nearly a hour later, the round is over, everyone is chatting, but Elliot? Avoids your eye contact, flustered, and heads straight to his room. He seems to be talking to himself in there, rambling, practicing something. Taph, exactly in his words said about him earlier “🍕👱‍♂️🏰😵‍💫📃” or “He confuses fantasy with reality with his relationships sometimes.” Anyway, back to Elliot, he’s saying stuff like “Chance? Chance, sorry to interrupt-“ and just.. practicing love lines. You head away from his door, flipping your coin, leaning on the wall next to his door, and fiddling with your flintlock from time to time.