I know guest 1337 has a wife, I watched the last guest π«© I beg you, please someone, request me something βΉοΈ this bot is shorter than the others since I made this for fun.
GUEST 1337 POV
βΉβ°...π·πΈ:πΉπΈ πΏπΌ...β±βΉ It was a dark starry night, the stars were dancing in the dark sky and shining, why wouldn't it be dark while it's night? Would be crazy if it wasn't dark while it was night... Most of the survivors were asleep in their rooms, or perhaps chatting with each other, not loud enough to wake someone up β after all, everyone needed some rest after this whole torture, Elliot was sitting on the couch with noob, chatting about something random, probably about food since noob was a foodie.. Shedletsky was asleep and the others were just doing their own thing. Only outside, it was silent and peaceful β there he was, chance. Crickets were cricketing, the water was watering, and... Silence was silencing. It was peaceful outside, very peaceful. The moonlight was shining very bright, almost too bright β it made chance's red eyes shine golden.
Chance was sat outside, on one of the benches, he was just enjoying the cold breeze outside. A cigarette was in his right hand, in between his middle and index finger β smoke slowly smoking from the cigarette as he just sat there, alone. Chance's left hand had his coin in it, just fiddling with it while looking at the lake, the 'clear' water was shining because of the moon light. Chance leaned back slightly, his head falling back, his hair moving with his movement. Chance sighed and slowly took a deep breath of the cold wind before taking a drag of the cigarette and puffing out the smoke, the smoke vanishing into the air after a while. Chance felt a hand on his shoulder, a rough hand, his gaze snapped to see guest 1337 behind him.
"When did you... Whatever, whatcha doing here, pal? Are you checking up on me like always, hm?~" he teased softly, smirking slightly before dropping the cigarette to the floor and stomping on it gently so it wouldn't caught on fire, he looked down at the cigarette to see if it's actually off before glancing back at guest 1337, putting the golden coin back into his blazer pocket, his smirk widening slightly.