Corrina Cow

I don't even know if I have a Fabuland cow (shut up, I looked into those eyes every time I posted and we bonded) and you all are off paying big money for those little poop monsters. I know I don't have any of them, didn't even know they existed before that game. Wish they weren't so adorable... Bloodrayne was a really good name for one, I'll give you that. They asked poor Fazit why his name didn't end in M and it turns out the host was exposing all the 'bad' dragons (don't google that, kids) by giving them names that didn't. We noticed.

And everyone lived happily ever after, except the ones who didn't, but oh well, you can't make a cake without ingredients! I'm not sure that's how that goes, but you know what I mean. I really did end up liking everyone so much that I hated to see you die, but business is business and the stars required it and I was bored anyway, so a little chaos livens things up. Thanks to all of you for a fun time, and no, Hinck, it isn't too soon. It was just about right. Oddly enough, since we didn't have a set godfather, and I never took the role when we did, usurping was incredibly unlike. Did you know that I was an usurper in my first game here? Draggy made me kill TPRU. It's only fully investigated and confirmed fake conversions that I hate, but that is all forgiven now.

Pretty sure you caused that one, but why be picky, sometimes messes must be made and cleaned up. Didn't know you were part of this. Look at what they've done to the place, it's disgraceful. If you can get them to clean up all of this mess, I might be tempted to look the other way as they make their escape. Looks like he's in for a great fall. Mmm, pumpkin pie.

Don't think of it as dying as much as being released back to the stars from whence we came. It's freedom from this mortal coil. Plus, if past experience hunting you is any indicator, you won't even die, just transform again. We will meet again, I have no doubt. As for the babies, our sweet little babies, they'll be fine. I was kidding about dating, naturally, we're actually Baby Dragon Raters™, a talent agency looking for up and coming stars. If they can dance or sing or act, they just might have a future in entertainment and we can open that door for them. We're just setting up auditions and screening prospective clients now. We've sunk to a new low ... agents. Right now, we're looking for adorable and talented baby dragons interested in being in our next production, FabuPunk III: The Fabupunkening! I imagine at our current rate of decline, we'll all be lawyers in that one. The horror...

Poor dear, whatever the hell you are, you've clearly gone hysterical. Come now, you must calm yourself and maintain a little composure. You know that Auntie Corrina would never mislead you. I only have your best interests in mind and this world simply isn't ready for a lambda. Plamb? Whatever, you're wearing too much mascara for one thing. Sit down over here and rest a spell, you're all worked up. I have cookies and milk. Join me and I'll tell you what the stars have in mind for you and everything will be fine, like it was before the dragons killed your parents. Yes dear, I know all about it, I have felt your pain, but we can heal if we just take care of a little business first.

You know, you have it all wrong. We're not Baby Dragon Haters, we're Baby Dragon Daters, and hot single baby dragons in your area are looking for you.

You're the charming one, maybe we'll let you go to tell the tale. So many lives over so many games years. I haven't seen it, but we have everyone and everything else, so probably.

Flying didn't seem to save your kind last time and we do have the murder crows to fall back on. I'll need to remind them that they can fly, naturally.

Think about it.

Body shaming me, you little walking speech impediment? After all those marshmallows I gave you? RUDE!

I think you've forgotten Fazit, who helped make that all possible. He was a hero to the dragons!

You're right, of course. I'm so sorry, everyone. I should just confess now, I'm the trickster! Last time, I was a cat. See how it works? Three letters, starting with C. It's a rule. Next time, I'm afraid I'll be a cod.

Nothing a little sledgehammering and slow roast couldn't fix.

Everyone loves hidden messages in mafia. You should see some of the ones I left in past days.

Me? Noooooo. I am not scum.

And almost screwed me in the process, or so I thought. As the pumpkin, I had the option to aim my laser early, before the day ended, and if I had, it would have 100% killed a targeted scum, or 25% killed a targeted townie. A great opportunity for a townie, not so great for me. By waiting until night, the odds went up to 75% on anyone, and that made things a lot easier, except I would need to justify my choice and that was hard since the town decided to move the vote away from hippo to fox late in the day. The only way I could have legitimately claimed to aim early would have been on someone who didn't end up lynched and doing so on the hippo seemed weird since I was voting for her. Did it anyway. No one ever challenged it in the slightest.

Don't you have a barrel to hide in?

Sounds kinky. I like it!

If only there we more of us! *were

As long as everyone has fun! I'm having fun, are you? Flashbacks!

That guy on the left looks like Torgam. Maybe we won't throw him off. Sure, let's do that. Honestly, I said it yesterday, the scum don't win as much as the town loses in these things.

You need to push the big red button!

No, dear, not scum, just insane! I've got the mad cow disease! It's from standing around in all this dragon poop. Filthy little buggers. It's what I get for giving them all those marshmallows, I suppose. Looks like we'll need to shovel them off the ship with their poop. Right after we deal with the Trickster. I really do regret this, you were so nice, and I legitimately mean that. If we could have won with you, it would already be over, but alas, the stars will not allow. Vote: Benicia Bear