We are aware of the issues; we'ṙ̴̨͔͙̗͖̦̳͊̀̉̑̊͜͝e̴̛̻͓̣̊̐͋̋͊͋͘ ̵̡̳͚͎̘̙̟̌̑̽̇̍̓͘̚͘i̶̢͙̬̍̏́́̍͌ṇ̵͈̋̕͘̕v̸̪̭̰̈e̶̢͗͊̂͘ş̷̯̰̔̒͆ṫ̶̨̠̓̾͗̒͛͝ͅi̵̡̨̦͈̭͚̖̋͗́̄̓̂̚͘͠ͅg̷̢̱̘̃ǎ̴̡̗̟̥̥͈̮́́́͐͜͜t̷̼̠͚̲̐̒̂͌̃͠i̵̞͕̖̬͎͙̖͐̚ṇ̵͈̣̟̈̇͗g̷̩̳̟̬̟̻͇̘̏̃̀.̷̡̭̌͑́̈́͊̇̈́́͝
i'm trapped in here halp pls
[IMG] Mods: SLOTH and TERRAINE . . . A Castle and a dance. “Tale as old as time...song as old as rhyme,” Brittany Maltz sang to herself, trying to ease her nerves. Her choice of melody was apt: The gala was like something out of an aristocratic fairy tale. A big castle, bright lights, good food, flowing dresses. Air drowning in liquor. Hundreds of faceless, masked strangers, dancing as one, with laughter as high-pitched as it was insipid. Brittany frowned, part of her...