[open]

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: just a January catch-all!
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: DUNGEON
NOTES: a new year begins in gay baby jail

[Starters in the comments, please feel free to make your own!]

Comments

[skulltasm]

WELL, HOW DO YOU SPELL "LAUGH?"

[altusimperius]

This feels like a trap.

"...L-A-U-G-H."

[skulltasm]

AND HOW DO YOU SPELL "WOMEN?"

[altusimperius]

"W-O-M-E-N."

He's dreading the punchline.

[skulltasm]

WHAT ABOUT "NATION?"

[altusimperius]

Slowly slumping down the wall, "N-A-T-I-O-N."

[skulltasm]

JUST SO. NOW YOU TAKE THE GH FROM LAUGH, THE O FROM WOMEN, AND THE TI FROM NATION, AND YOU GET: G-H-O-T-I. FISH.

[altusimperius]

The look on Benedict's face is somewhere between pitying and desolate, and he has slumped all the way down. He turns his head away.

"That's not how language works," he grumbles.

[skulltasm]

WHYEVER NOT?

[altusimperius]

He stares at the ceiling, utterly defeated. That wasn't fair. None of this is fair. He's going to die here.