Cam accounts....they want freedom, but from who? What monster would do this? To wreck havoc upon another? To force one to obey the devilish commands spoken filled with venom and hate? For what? To throw them away afterwards. It's vile. Just like them.

Takes place during season seven
TW: Injures, mentions of gore and/or trauma
Impulse and Scar had been translating scrolls left and right. When Impulse finally found something. "Scar, your a wizard right?" Impulse asked. Scar nodded and walked over, curious. "Can you translate this?" Impulse asked Scar, hope filling his voice. "Enter the mind but be warned, curiosity killed the cat." Scar read aloud. Impulse and Scar shared a looked before- the page started glowing, a bright purple filled the space. Clouds filled the air, and eerie silence settled over the duo. "Should we split up?" Scar asked the other (just as dumbfounded), hermit. Impulse shook his head, "Remember how we died the first time? I don't think it's a good idea." "Ok well what do you it think the scroll said by 'curiosity killed the cat'? Impulse shrugged and looked around at the clouds. "Scar look, there are memories in the clouds!" Impulse semi-yelled excitedly. Both hermits stared into the light blue mist.

[Flashback]
(Thoughts are underlined)
The_Grifter sat at a table with WFRTNews, playing chess, Welscam was watching. Biffa001 was in the corner talking to xisumavoid and HypnotizedCam, Stressmonsterin was catching up with truesymmetry. Mumbo and isGal85 were talking with each other about pistons and dispensers. Most of the cam accounts were talking or playing Monopoly. Tangocam finally went bankrupt causing a groan from Impulsecam who had placed a bet with BadTimesWithScar about who would win. BadTimes giggled and grabbed their ten dollars. (Pickpocketed but ...). Joehillssees shook his head at the two before turning their attention back to boardwalk. 'I have enough money but I really want park-place instead' they thought before saying skip causing the rest of the players to start yelling. Cleophas (HumanCleo), was in said group of yell-ers. I glow came from BadTimes before they dissolved into a puddle of light. The other accounts cringed. When BadTimes (BadTimesWithScar), returned, their skin was littered with cuts and bruises. Another long scar covered their face as they sat back down, not meeting anyones eyes. "Are you ok man?" renthebob asked gently. "I- he's working on another big project." BadTimes muttered, grief filling his voice. Accounts cringed at that phrase 'working on another big project'. When cam accounts come back from working wherever the player got injured even in the slightest is doubled. A respawn is the worst though. It feels like being ripped to shreds then being sown back together but it's not your limbs, it's someone else's. The never ending torture of work. The pain and suffering they've experienced, the never ending agony. Their pleads go unheard, their silence lasting what seems like forever. 'That's it', The_Grifter thinks, standing up. 'I'm done playing around'. When Grian spawns me in this time, 'IM KILLING HIM!'