User blog comment:EstupidCow/User RP Games The Warming Games/@comment-5760279-20140119003410/@comment-8169590-20140119005947

Toast stares, watching everything fall apart. "No!! No, I didn't mean for this to happen," she cries. "I wasn't trying to blame it on you... I... I..." she trails off. Grabbing her throwing knife, she runs... trying to escape this madness. The only way out is not running. It's death.

She jams the throwing knife into her neck. She isn't looking for a big, dramatic death. She is getting right to the point.

Now, everything is at peace...