A scientifically made serum of liquid hate. What a messed up idea.
It might partially explain the awakening of the horrible she-beast that isJane Richardson The Killer, but doesn't excuse it any more than her angsty backstory could.
🤥CP: The Summary of Liquid Hate by MrAngryDog
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: The antidote would be liquid love, and I might have some ideas as to how to get and administer it. It would be used to stop the "unstoppable serial killer" Jane Richardson.
🤥CP: From the doctor's report...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, yay.
🤥CP: Twenty-five test subjects died from cardiac arrest as a result of the serum being too strong.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: What? Talk about bad stuff that would put the whole establishment responsible for it right out of business.
🤥CP: However, one young lady, a miss Jane Richardson survived. Despite half of the medical staff being slaughtered, that was only the violent episodes and homicidal tendencies that Jane went through before exiting.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, okay, no sweat, nothing to worry about, it was *only* the violent episodes and homicidal tendencies. no cause for alarm, it's all good. Because if Jane does it, it must be expected and excused...
Right...
So, 25 guinea pigs, I mean, subjects died because of a strong serum that never should've been given in such a high dose, and then half the staff got killed by the only subject that survived the OD that should've killed her? Uh, I'd say that's some horrible badness all around.
🤥CP: Jane has been shown to run faster than a track athlete on steroids and displays aerial maneuvers like a parkour runner/practitioner.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, right. For one thing, serums where off. For another, Jane would have to learn parkour like anyone else to get good at it.
🤥CP: She is very agile and quick. One of the staff members she managed to take down was a 6' 4" 320lb man that she tossed down like a rag doll.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf:: But that was still in the initial rush of being all hyped up on the liquid hate serum. Something that should've been stopped for use when the first person died. Once it wears off, no more super strength.
🤥CP: What I've noticed is she can take on human appearances as well, rather it would be a man, woman, or child, to confuse other people and literally mind-f(censored) her enemies.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No serum can do that, and Jane is not a wizard or a fairy.
and "mind-f" That's some doctor's report. Unprofessional much?
🤥CP: So in a way, she's like a chameleon.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No. A chameleon can only change colour, it can't change form like a mythical shapeshifter.
🤥CP: Tonight, when she came back for a physical, she reported to me that she smoked 2 packs of cigarettes without any ill effects, and her breathing wasn't affected.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So? If she's a habitual smoker, it's probably not going to effect her much unless it's over the long haul.
But at least you can tell she's coming from several feet away due to the smell.
🤥CP: Jane always enjoyed Virginia Slims, which are her favorite cigarettes, but always complained of coughing and spitting up phlegm...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So apparently she can't make up her mind either. First they make her cough, then not. She's smelly either way.
🤥CP: but after the administration of this liquid, she has felt no effects of smoking, drinking, or drug use.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: There is a difference between "not feeling" and actually having/showing signs and effects of drug use... So apparently this serum either kills you, or makes you feel totally zippy on top of the world... *Snicker*
🤥CP: Her lungs, heart, liver, and other vitals have never been so healthy.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yet the serum caused everyone else to die of a heart attack.
Inconsistent much?
🤥CP: Last place Jane was, several weeks ago, was in a brutal knife fight with a rapist pedophile. He had chopped one of her fingers off, but surprisingly, the digit grew back.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, boy, this gets cornier by the second.
SUUUUUUUPER JAAAAAAAAAAAANE!
Yeah, no serum can give a human the features of a hydra.
Besides, this whole "I gots super powers through scientific experiment/chemical accident" thing has been done to death before.
🤥CP: This young lady having the ability to regenerate severed limbs is remarkable.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Remarkable in beating out the tallest fish story maybe.
🤥CP: She regenerates any part of her body like a salamander.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah right. There has to be a lot more study before humans can ever hope to regenerate that much. Even if they could, the idea of making a whole new finger in just a few weeks is as far-fetched as anything else in Jane's story.
🤥CP: The Los Angeles Police Department and the CIA are right. This is just the serum to create the most dangerous killer vigilante that mankind has ever known...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: But the thing about serums is they're just like any other drug. They wear off. And, Jane didn't become a vigilante to hunt killers. She turned into an indiscriminate killer who killed people for giggles and kicks, just like Jeff. It's "liquid hate" not "liquid justice" after all.
by MrAngryDog, Jun 21, 2014, 6:39:09 PM
🤥CP: 2002 was never a good year for Jane Richardson.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That was a long time ago, way before Jeff The Killer, so has nothing to do with him unless Richardson wants to claim a 7-year-old kid ruined her life.
🤥CP: Losing both of her parents to Jeff the Killer,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: that would've had to happen in 2008 at the very earliest. Jeff killed his own parents first. Story only goes back to 2008.
So nobody gets to avoid what's coming to them by trying to warp time and teleport around in/through it, Slendy...
🤥CP: tackling a job at IHOP as a waitress, with barely enough money to get by on,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Back in 2002 Jane would've only been 16, too young to work anyway. She should've been in school.
🤥CP: and being both mother and father to her little sister Jessie, who was 13 years old during that time.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: 1. So that puts Jessie as being born back in 1989, so she's only 3 years younger than Jane....
Unless she only reached graduation age in 2010, as this story claims, which would put her at even younger, born in 1993, she would be only 9 in 2002, not 13.
Given both their ages, both kids would be wards of the government or had other relatives as guardians for them...
2. I really dislike this whole figure of speech about "being both father and mother to" you're not. 'Guardian' is the correct word. Jane was a sister, not a mother and a father. A girl can't be a father. A sister can't be her sister's mother.
So this whole sob story just doesn't fly.
🤥CP: Jane's aunt Samantha Engle graciously helped out her nieces are far as money was concerned, so it wasn't a total loss for Jane.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So why didn't this aunt become their guardian?
And money or not, the loss of the parents is a total loss...
🤥CP: After all, Samantha was Paula's sister, and after her death, Samantha felt it was right to take care of her sister's daughters.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: There, see? They did have a guardian. That pretty much does away with this whole Jane as Jessie's mother and father bit.
🤥CP: One day, while Jane was working her usual shift at IHOP and on her break, she came across an ad in the newspaper sponsored by her local blood bank. In the ad, it was said that the person would be paid $150.00 for their distribution.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Distribution? Of what? The ad? That was already distributed - in the paper.
🤥CP: But they had to be a really healthy blood type in order to qualify.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: A - "really healthy blood type" - huh??? Blood health doesn't have to do with the blood type itself.
🤥CP: $150.00 just for giving blood? Was this too good to be true?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh! So you really meant 'contribution' not 'distribution'.
And this is bogus. People aren't paid to donate blood, it's voluntary.
To the question of whether or not people get paid for donations, here's the answer from the Red Cross FAQ.:
"No. All Red Cross blood donors are volunteers. In fact, all blood collected for transfusion in the United States must be from volunteer donors."
People are screened when they volunteer. Regardless of type, blood has to be healthy to be donated.
🤥CP: Jane thought it would be good to take that money and pay off her month's rent. So why not?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Her aunt makes her pay rent? Well, you said she was her guardian... Rent is generally much higher than $150.
🤥CP: After all, she did have clean blood.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And why wouldn't she at 16 or 17? Unless she already smokes. Though I don't think that really effects blood for donation though.
🤥CP: Without hesitation, Jane wrote the address of the local blood bank down, plus the phone number, finished off her orange juice and went back to work.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So Jane likes orange juice.
🤥CP: Another waitress, Alexis, who was covering for Jane noticed her mood was more optimistic and appeared more pleasant as usual,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Because Jane isn't usually what you'd call pleasant, well, not surprised.
🤥CP: refilling other customer's drinks.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Yawn* I'm going to get my own.
🤥CP: "Well, someone is really happy today." Alexis said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *zzzzzz*
🤥CP: "Why wouldn't I be? I found an easy way to pay off my month's rent." Jane replied, pouring a fresh cup of coffee for a random man.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Sigh* Plot-drag.
🤥CP: "Thanks." the man said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, good gravy, this is boring.
🤥CP: "Oh yeah? What?" Alexis asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: since when do waitresses gab it up when they're waiting tables? It's not like they have a lot of free time.
🤥CP: "The blood bank is offering $150.00 for anyone giving blood-- you had to have healthy blood it said." Jane said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Um I already got the story. Anyway, she's chattering all of this out to another waitress while they're both supposed to be serving customers.
No, it doesn't work that way.
🤥CP: "Whoa. I never heard of that, Janie. Usually, they'd pay you 25 bucks." Alexis replied, refilling a customer's soda.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No, it's voluntary... and you never heard of this offer because it's bollox.
🤥CP: "Somehow, they must have made a few changes." Jane said, chuckling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And in the mean time, customers are being kept waiting.
🤥CP: "You gonna swing by?" Alexis asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Gosh, this is tedious.
🤥CP: "After I leave here tonight." Jane replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Fine, the customers really needed to know that. The blood bank isn't open uber late last time I checked. I don't know what their regular hours are, but am pretty sure they're not a 24/7 operation.
🤥CP: Jane and her friend worked on through the night until the atmosphere of this IHOP was calm, laid back, and less rushed.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So, wow, Ihop just got featured in a creepy pasta.
🤥CP: The lights of the shopping center where the restaurant was shined through the windows, random cars on the highway passed by in the distance, motorists who were looking for a bite to eat, getting off work, or going home sat the mood for this particularly lazy California night. KTLA News 5 was giving a report of the LAPD still pursuing Jeffrey Woods aka Jeff the Killer,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, so you're going with this "Woods" business. Jeff The Killer wasn't given a surname in his original story, and he only struck at his earliest in 2008, not 2002. So this would have to be a different Jeffrey Woods.
🤥CP: the one responsible for the murder of Jane's parents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Because being orphaned somehow is a very important factor in the making of a Mary Sue, especially when it can tie her in with a notorious Gary Stu. Yeah, forget all about logic and stuff like date and times, just toss it and say Jane lost her parents to Jeff The Killer. *Flat expression*
🤥CP: The police commissioner said that they were having a hard time catching the suspect and had to enlist the aid of the FBI, CIA, and Department of Justice in their manhunt.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: right. No.
🤥CP: It would make Jane feel better to not only have Jeff captured, but wiped off the face of the earth entirely.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: But then she turns into something just as bad.., which is why we are not letting her be the one to bring Jeff down. She can chase the killer with the string of aliases from 2002, but Jeff The Killer is going down another way, by other means.
🤥CP: One of the customers in IHOP that Jane noticed was a man in his late 40s, with short brown hair, a goat-e, sunglasses, and wearing a black three-piece suit and tie, crisply pressed. He looked like Walter White with hair. Another distinguishing feature about this man was a blue tooth ear piece hanging on his left ear lobe.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And this matters because?
🤥CP: He browsed through the menu, and surveyed the employees. He paid close attention to Jane, almost as if she was a famous person.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: either because he's a creep or else he overheard her bubbling up to her friend.
Famous? Try notorious. Funny how Mary Sues always seem to get treated as if they are famous when they really aren't.
🤥CP: "Hello, sir. What can I get you tonight?" Jane asked, smiling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Yawn*
🤥CP: "T-Bone Steak & Eggs." the man said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah. I'll just take you word that is actually on the Ihop menu.
🤥CP: "How do you want your steak?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, for crying out loud. *Twiddles thumbs*
🤥CP: "Well-done, eggs over-easy."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Bleh. Who cares? Other than Jane trying to show off what a totally great waitress she is... That's probably to balance out her slipping on the job earlier. Mary Sue has to be able to really cover herself well when her blunders get scrutinized.
🤥CP: "Well-done, over-easy... Oh, I just wanted to let you know that we have a new pomegranate pancake syrup. Something I made." Jane replied, taking the man's order.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Bleckh, sounds unappealing. anyway, the guy didn't even order pancakes, so why bother mentioning - hey, wait? Jane's such a super dooper that she doesn't just wait tables, she actually makes up recipes and makes them here? Uh, no. I don't think so. Waitresses serve, cooks cook, and I'm not sure who decides what's on the menu, but it isn't them.
🤥CP: "Wow, that sounds like a winner. You made the syrup?" the man asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wow, he sounds like a loser. Didn't she just boast - sorry - advertise a pancake syrup she claims she originated, to a customer who wasn't even having pancakes? And he asks her what she already told him.
🤥CP: Welcome to Loserville, folks.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: If he suddenly changes his order to pancakes, my eyes are going to experience a rolling seizure.
🤥CP: "Sure did." Jane said, cheerfully.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Facepalm* You already drove off that cliff, can you please take this somewhere else now?
🤥CP: "You got a lot of talent." the man replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Headdesk* Oh, brother! How much talent does it take to make a fruit syrup? One she's only boasted about and he hasn't even tasted yet, no less. Gah, this is - well, it might actually turn into something interesting if Jane kills people with syrup, but we know that isn't what happens.
🤥CP: Jane went back into the kitchen to get the man's food prepared. While he was waiting, he fumbled with a button on his ear piece.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Uh, no. Jane takes orders, she doesn't prepare the food. And why is this man's buttoned ear piece important? Just what the heck is it anyway?
🤥CP: "We found the perfect woman, sir." the man said, speaking at a low volume.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: The - *cough* "perfect" woman? *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: This man was actually an FBI agent.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, really now? Considering this whole blood bank business is all part of this project, now we have some FBI person in it up to his ears, just happening to stop at the particular Ihop Jane Richardson works at on the very same day, could this get any more contrived?
Not sure why boasting about her syrup impresses him so much, but whatever. I still say he's a creep.
🤥CP: Agent Marcus East was still hunting down Jeff the Killer.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Nope. Jeff The Killer only got going in 2008. So whoever East was hunting in 2002 would be someone else.
🤥CP: Despite the LAPD's futile efforts and Agent East's determination, he was gonna stop at nothing until Jeff was captured.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: This guy is off his rocker. Looking for a 2008 killer that would've only been 7 in 2002. And he's impressed with a waitress because of syrup. Wow.
Jeff The Killer doesn't even appear to be operating in California in his stupid letter to the public when he kills a detective. There are a few East Avenues far apart from each other. Drexel Boulevard is in Chicago, and Kettle Moraine is in Wisconsin.
🤥CP: "Excellent. Gather the other agents for next week... We know of a way to go after Jeffrey Woods..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: It's Hotek, not Woods. Though if he used Woods at some time, he's probably taken up another alias by this time, and anyway, all this because you were so impressed with some waitress's speech about syrup? Agent, you are sad.
🤥CP: "Understood..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Uh, not really.
🤥CP: Jane brought out East's meal and a fresh cup of coffee.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Gosh, really trying to impress this guy, and as always, failing to impress me. *Rolling eyes* Servers don't just bring fresh cups of coffee, they ask the customer if he would like a refill first.
🤥CP: "Thank you very much, ma'am." Agent East said pleasantly.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: "Go fly a kite." I thought in annoyance. This guy is obviously a few bricks short, and jane's eager little shows of "Look how good I am!" are phoney as the day is long.
🤥CP: "You are certainly welcome, sir." Jane replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, please, cut the syrupy act already, Jane R. It really doesn't suit you.
🤥CP: An hour later,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Sheesh, finally! I thought we were never gonna get out of that scene!
🤥CP: Jane clocked out and left for the night.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Okay, so we're out of there now? Really?
🤥CP: "I'll see you tomorrow, Alexis." Jane said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh - come on! *Beep beep!* Let's move along!
🤥CP: "See ya, Janie." Alexis replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Gah, forget all that boring stuff, please, if the plot goes any slower, it's gonna back up!
🤥CP: After 30 minutes of being on the road, Jane came across the blood bank. She expected the building to be closed for the night, but oddly, it was open. This must have been a 24-hour deal.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Or, must've been all a weird dream of hers. Blood banks are not open 24/7. I thought I mentioned that somewhere above. Oh well, as the tabloids and chain letter/creepy pastas say, never let the truth/logic get in the way of a *cough* good story. Right?
I mean, there's this whole amount of hours open business. But there's also this. What are the odds that there would be a blood bank, just, poop, right en route to Jane's residence from where she works? And then, what are the odds she would even think of checking it out - oh right, she's obsessed, can't get that supposed offer/deal/whatever to make a quick buck off her mind. and, the readers are supposed to be as excited about it as she is. Uh well, not me.
🤥CP: The outside of the building looked like total crap, (edit)
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wow, a building that looks like crap. Somewhere I really feel like I want to go. Not.
🤥CP: but the interior was very pristine and sterile, similar to a doctor's office.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Er, um... It either is pristine and sterile, or it is not. It can't be very or just a bit pristine and sterile. Those two words are superlatives.
🤥CP: Jane approached the receptionist at the desk and announced she was there to give blood.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: You'll have to excuse my rolling eyes, the stretching, the yawning, the fidgeting and other motions of non-belief and disinterest, because I simply can't help it.
🤥CP: "Good evening, ma'am. How can I help you?" The receptionist asked in a warm, friendly tone, smiling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah...Blah...
🤥CP: "I came across your ad, saying that you would pay anyone $150.00 for simply giving blood."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yadda yada - like we've already been through that whole explanation earlier...
🤥CP: "Wonderful. What's your name, dear?" the receptionist asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* First, it's "ma'am" and now suddenly it's "dear" Ugh. Jane Richardson sure doesn't fit that description...
🤥CP: "Jane Richardson."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No crap.
🤥CP: "Okay, Miss Richardson... You go down the hall, second door on your right." The receptionist said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Yawn*
🤥CP: "Do I have to sign any papers or anything?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Since this is a shady operation, probably not.
🤥CP: "No."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Bingo!
🤥CP: "Oh, thank God." Jane replied, laughing heartily.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Huh? Jane, you're that ashamed of your own writing? Or maybe just lazy. In any case, Richardson, you don't even believe in God, so leave him out of this!
🤥CP: The receptionist laughed along with Jane.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, puhleeeeeze! *Facepalm*
🤥CP: "I'll have your cash ready for you when you get done, honey." the receptionist said, smiling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I just threw up a little in my mouth. "honey"? Oh, gross! Please, there's nothing that endearing about Richardson...!
🤥CP: Jane did indeed have healthy clean blood. O Negative was her blood type.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah blah blah We've already been over and over that.........!
🤥CP: After what seemed like hours, but only a few minutes,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: The feeling one gets while trying to slog through this mess to make a smash...
But in Jane's case, she's just horribly impatient...
🤥CP: the doctor who extracted Jane's blood put a bandage over her spot and wished her a good night. Out front, the receptionist was going through files on her computer when she saw Jane.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And she gave her the money with probably a "You're welcome, honey dear" or something equally nauseous.
🤥CP: "Man, that needle hurt like he||." Jane said, chuckling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Don't expect any sympathy from me, Janey...
🤥CP: "Your arm is gonna feel sore for a day or two." The receptionist said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Aww, poor baby...
🤥CP: "Tell me about it."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Cry about it.
🤥CP: "Okay, here is your cash, Miss Richardson. $150.00."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: This whole thing could've been cut down to "Jane stopped by the front desk to get her payment and then went on her way." I'm not interested in nor am I convinced of what a totally sweet nice girl Jane is and how she can get anybody to instantly like her. Not when she ends up killing 200+ people for giggles and kicks while pretending they are the monster that supposedly killed her parents in 2002 or Jeff the Killer from 2008.
🤥CP: "This will take care of my month's rent." Jane replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Real cheap apartment, apparently.
🤥CP: "Behind on your rent, huh?" The receptionist asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Entirely too nosy or too interested in this wench who anybody can see has a big chip on her shoulder despite her silly little shows of being the cute little social butterfly she is actually not.
🤥CP: "Lot of stuff that's been going on, me losing both of my parents and all..." Jane said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, whatever. considering what you do to other people when you start killing, well, yeah, no sympathy from me. No belief, either. But man are you going to milk it for all it's worth with this receptionist.
And then we'll all get treated to a bunch of "Oh, you poor honey dearie". *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: "Aw, I'm so sorry."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Aaaaaagh! *Facepalm*
🤥CP: "It's just me and my little sister. I have to be both mom and dad to her."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, poooooooooooooor bay-beeeeeee!
I've already said how this whole "I gots to be muddah and faddah to mah lil sista!" thing is b. s. So stow it!
🤥CP: "Well, my condolences go out to you and your sister, Jane." The receptionist said, sympathetically.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, for crying out *vomit*
End it already! Just because this silly receptionist bought Jane's stupid little sob story, hook, line, and sinker, sure doesn't mean I will - ever!
Considering what a rotten person Jane is, plus she supposedly has such uber ridiculous super powers makes all her displays of "I'm such a nice just trying to make my way because I lost my parents boo-hoo, please love me, I'm not all that bad!" absolutely worthless - and annoying!
🤥CP: "Thanks, that means a lot."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So should this, Janey! *Punch* Now shut - the - ruddy - hex - up!
🤥CP: "You have a wonderful night, sweetie. Stay safe."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh... - My... - Freaking... - Gosh!... -
*Hurls*
I'm turning myself inside out. I'm going to hurl myself to death!
This - is - awful!
"sweetie"?
Ewwww!
Get away! Just - get away! *Shakes fist at creepy receptionist*
🤥CP: "You too."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Fine. You two are like cozy cozy with each other. Cut it out now, break it up. Because you're making me sick.
🤥CP: The following morning,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Finally, out of there!
🤥CP: Jane was able to pay her month's rent and wouldn't have to worry about it until next month.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Duh, duh, duh! Already been through that explanation earlier. already been through it. No need to go through it again. Get it?
🤥CP: While working the day shift at IHOP,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* So we're back there again. *Sigh*
🤥CP: Jane got a call from the blood bank she visited just the other night.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: It wasn't the other night, it was the night before... And why would they be calling her at work? They should be calling her residence...
🤥CP: What could it be?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I don't care. I just don't freaking care...
🤥CP: "Thank you for calling IHOP, now serving pomegranate pancake syrup and our new stuffed French toast. This is Jane Richardson, how may I help you?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: What - the...? *Splutters* Good freaking gosh, jane, you don't answer the phone for customer service if you're only a waitress, let alone give the poor caller a crummy infomercial for your disgusting sounding syrup concoction. You don't even give just anybody the Ihop phone number for reaching you, you give them your apartment landline or your cell phone number. Leave it to you to do a professional and personal fail all in one. And you can stuff your French toast in your ear, up your nose, down your throat, I don't much care.
No kidding, it sounds as if this uber Mary Sue just runs everything at that particular Ihop. she waits tables, she cooks the food, she designs the recipes, she answers the phone, she just does it all! Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!
Here's one person who's not buying it, especially since somewhere along the line, Janey turns into a serial killer with a 211 body count.
🤥CP: "Miss Richardson?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: If this freak called Jane's residence instead, there would be no question as to who just picked up the phone. Oh, there isn't anyway, Jane said her name. Oh well whatever.
🤥CP: "This is she."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, you kinda like already said as much in your infomercial...
🤥CP: "My name is Beth Williams, one of the doctors at the Bio-Medics Blood Bank.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Frown* Uh-oh. That's going to rub fellow mangler BP the wrong way. Of all the names, you just had to pick that one.
Anyway, this is seriously irritating - there was no reason to mention the call beforehand at all if the whole thing was going to be dragged out in all its boring details. Or if that sentence before the whole call was described was there, that would mean there's no need to go into all this humdrum detail about everything in this call.
What's happening here continually is something like this.
Story tells you something will happen.
Story then goes into endless monotonous detail about the something it already told you happened.
It's like this
~A. Jane went into the restaurant across the street. B. Jane crossed the street, walked through the lot, opened the door to the restaurant, went inside, and took a seat.~
Please, stick with one or the other, both A. and B. aren't necessary. You already said she got a call from the blood bank at the Ihop...
🤥CP: We were wondering if you could come by next week to give another sample of your blood?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And the whole thing happens over and over again. Ihop. Blood bank. Ihop. Blood bank. Blah, blah, blah...
The blood bank doesn't call for donations again the day after a donation has already been made. They call in a year's time.., or maybe 6 months.
From the years my Dad donated blood, I remember them calling to request he donate, but if he wanted to give oftener, he could call them.
Here's what the Red Cross has to say about the frequency with which a person can donate.
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"You must wait at least eight weeks (56 days) between donations of whole blood and 16 weeks (112 days) between double red cell donations. Platelet apheresis donors may give every 7 days up to 24 times per year. Regulations are different for those giving blood for themselves (autologous donors)."
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But in the whacky case of this bogus outfit, if Jane gets $150 again and again two weeks after that, and that continues, she might be losing blood, but sure raking in the cash.
Well, not really. $150 doesn't get you very far in two weeks.
🤥CP: "Um, okay?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well sure, why not? all the more money for you. *Sneer*
🤥CP: "We will pay you $10, 000 dollars."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Okay, that is seriously whacked.
I already mentioned, with a quote to back it up, why donations aren't paid, because they're volunteer. that's what makes them donations.
Jane's blood is not worth that much, the pay going up that much should make her wonder what the heck is going on, but it won't. she's very cash hungry, and people like that tend to not question, they just jump at the idea.
🤥CP: Jane went silent for a few seconds. Ten grand for another sample of her blood? Was this for real?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Was this legal, even? Basically, she's selling her blood. Nope, very much illegal.
🤥CP: "Miss Richardson... are you there?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: "Oh... yeah. I'm here. You said... ten... thousand, right?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yadda, yada, yada...
🤥CP: "Yes, ma'am."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Now - that - has - been - CLEARLY - ESTABLISHED, no matter how whackers it is, can we, like, move on now?
🤥CP: "Okay, I'll see you next week."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah...
🤥CP: "Thank you so much, Miss Richardson. We will see you soon. Bye."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, just shelve it already!
🤥CP: "Bye-bye."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: BYE! Now get off the blasted phone!
🤥CP: [Hangs up phone]
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, whatever would we do without that announcement?
🤥CP: One week later...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Jane goes back to that weird excuse for a blood bank and chats it up with that creepy receptionist who calls her "honey sweetie dear" and she gives more blood, gets a HUGE wad of cash, and probably gets called for more blood the next day at Ihop again, this time, being paid 25.000 and the whole thing just happens over and over again with Jane eventually raking in billions...
🤥CP: It was the start of a beautiful day in the City of Angels.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Maybe for Jane, not necessarily for somebody else.
🤥CP: Jane returned to the Bio-Medics blood bank to distribute her blood and score an easy ten grand. She wouldn't have to worry about money troubles ever again.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wrong. Ten grand would still run out eventually.
And now you're dragging Bio-Medics into this? *Scowl*
🤥CP: But why was Bio-Medics going to pay Jane $10, 000 dollars?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: They weren't!
🤥CP: She couldn't figure it out herself, but if it meant to put that money into an account and making sure her and her sister were financially secure, then why not?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, sure, why not?
Because it's screwed up. But oh well, so is Jane.
🤥CP: Jane saw the same receptionist from last time, and still remembered her,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well why wouldn't she, considering all that sickly sweet talking? Music to Jane's ears, I'm sure...
🤥CP: and the doctor who drew her blood was there as well.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Big deal...
🤥CP: When it was all over, Jane claimed her cash, stuffed it into her wallet and was on her way.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Thank goodness it's over! Too bad it was written out in such tedious detail the first time.
🤥CP: Just as she was about to get into her car,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh boy, could it be the plot starting to move along?
🤥CP: a couple of well-dressed women approached her. One of them flashed her CIA badge and announced:
"Jane Richardson?"
"Yeah?"
"Agent Tanya Margolis, CIA."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well that should clinch it. The weird blood bank thing and the FBI and the CIA are all connected. But I already figured as much...
🤥CP: "What's going on?" Jane asked very puzzled.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Something shifty...
🤥CP: "You didn't do anything wrong, Miss Richardson.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yet... But these goons are there to help make sure Jane does plenty wrong later on.
🤥CP: Don't worry. But I was wondering if you would come with us."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* I wouldn't. The whole thing is just too phoney.
🤥CP: "Where at, exactly?"
"You will see. Come with us." the second agent said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That should be a warning not to go with those creeps. But Jane isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, for all she knows, these people could be planning to rob her. They were working with the blood bank phoney scheme, and then once the sucker got paid 10 large, they could make their move and grab the money for themselves, robbing the very people they were working with.
Or at least, that would make things interesting.
🤥CP: Without hesitation, Jane got into the limo with the other agents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Like I said, not the sharpest...
🤥CP: Where were they taking her?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Don't ask me, or think you can get my curiosity up that way.
🤥CP: Why did they choose Jane?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Because she had pristine blood and currently a huge wad of cash on her, and probably because the receptionist gushed over her *cough* sweetness and agent Marcus had also gushed over her "talent"
🤥CP: Was there any significance?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No, other than they pretty much had to choose Jane because she's the main character.
🤥CP: The two women were taking Jane to the CIA headquarters in Los Angeles, and they were going to explain everything to her as soon as they arrived.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Fine. Whatever.
🤥CP: Ninety minutes later, the limo arrived outside of the headquarters.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: An hour and a half drive? Normally I'd say that is awfully long just for some business discussion, but then again, how many people live only an hour and a half away from a CIA headquarters and get to be taken there in a limo?
Look, I get it, we're supposed to think Jane is really something' special. I just don't.
🤥CP: Jane noticed there was also a U.S. Marshals and FBI van parked outside.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Of course, have to get all of these organizations involved, after all, Jane is special you know. Actualy, there could be totally unrelated stuff going on at the same time, but whatever.
🤥CP: What was this all about?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: You're trying to get the readers' curiosity up. It's not working on me.
🤥CP: Jane couldn't figure out what the he|| (edit) was going on. No matter how many times she asked the agents, it was always the same "That information is classified."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Naturally. *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: Jane wanted answers. She wanted to know what was going on.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I kind of figured as much. *Flat expression*
🤥CP: Once inside, Jane was greeted by a refreshing cold breeze that seemed to be coming from the central air units. It was the hottest day ever.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Funny you didn't mention the hot weather earlier.
🤥CP: Jane was lead to a room that looked like a police interrogation area.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That's pretty much what I would expect it to look like.
🤥CP: There inside was another male agent. Jane sat.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Weird. That first sentence should've been part of the previous paragraph, and "Jane sat." should've been a new one.
🤥CP: "Welcome, Jane. We've been expecting you." the agent said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the same agent she served at the restaurant at the beginning of this story.
🤥CP: "You mind telling me what the he|| (edit) is going on?" Jane asked very suspiciously.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: More like, very belligerently. Not that I would normally blame anyone in this very situation, but the point is, Jane's no angel, and she's got a mouth on her no matter how she gets buttered up in this.
🤥CP: "Not at all. First off, I just wanna say, I'm sorry for the loss of your parents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Good gosh, are we going to go into that again? Please. No matter how many times it is regurgitated, it was back in 2002, so not because of a 7-year-old kid.
These people must've been scouring the country, looking for victims who survived their relatives getting murdered by this generic killer with probably a hundred aliases.
🤥CP: I know how much you loved them.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah right, I bet you say that to everybody you know lost a parent. You didn't even know Jane or her family. Shut up, creep!
Attempt at making both him and Jane look like sympathetic characters, fail.
But since I know what Jane went on to do, nothing written here could ever make me sympathetic toward her.
🤥CP: I take it you heard that the LAPD has been having a difficult time pursuing your parents' assailant, Jeffrey Woods..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Also known as J Warner, AKA Jason Winslo, Aka Jesse Wong, AKA
🤥CP: "Jeff the Killer?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No. AKA James Woody AKA Jeffrey Woods, not to be confused with Jeff the killer who got started in 2008 at the earliest.
🤥CP: "Exactly.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Not...
🤥CP: We also got in touch with the FBI, U.S. Department of Justice, and the U.S. Marshals and they are gonna see to it that Jeff is stopped once and for all."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That killer, sure, but the notorious Jeff only comes along years later, and neither you nor Jane are gonna be the ones to bring him down.
🤥CP: "But what does this have to do with me?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: They just went after anyone effected by the same killer... You're just a subject in an experiment.
Whoops, spoiler there. Sorry... Well, no, not really.
🤥CP: "After receiving word of your blood transferral at Bio-Medics,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Which you creeps were behind... And it wasn't a transferral, it was a donation.
🤥CP: it is apparent that you are the perfect blood time
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: WTH - "blood time"? Seriously what the...? Look, just about everybody and the narrator of this thing has been going on and on about what great clean pristine type of blood Jane has. I'm not buying it nor do I care. But if she gots blood that can tell time, well, that's, let's just say it gives a whole new meaning to the body clock...
🤥CP: and maybe the key to stopping Jeffrey woods."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Bullcrap. Killers spill blood, they can't be stopped by it. The more they spill, the more they see, the more they like. The killer with a zillion aliases is no exception and neither is Jeff The Killer who comes much later.
🤥CP: "So, let me get this straight," Jane said, trying to piece together what the agent said, "After I gave my blood, you and these other agency guys want to use me to stop that son of a wench (edit) Jeff?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: "Yes, ma'am. All you have to do is meet with our doctors..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And then become their human guinea pig along with 25 other people All of them died except for Jane.
Oops, another spoiler. Oh well. Hahaha!
🤥CP: "Just... meet up with the doctors?" Jane asked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: This is like one of those interactive fiction games where you're given very little information and a few options, only to get the next little bit of information based on what you choose. and Jane is the player. the FBCIA losers are the plotmeisters in the game.
🤥CP: "Yes, ma'am." the agent replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yes, that's what s/he said...
🤥CP: "And then I'm free to go?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Maybe, but only until further notice. It's like that bogus blood bank thing. You go there once, and then you get called back for something more.
Otherwise, you're trapped.
🤥CP: "In due time, I promise you."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Okay, it's B. She's trapped.
🤥CP: "Well... okay." Jane said, hesitantly.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Most people wouldn't just take this lying down. But, Jane's special. Yeah, that's been established.
🤥CP: After she was lead into another room, one doctor did an eye scan of her ice blue eye
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, right, this is the one with the blue eyes... Since they're "ice-blue" that probably means they are the signs of a cold personality. That first FBI agent Marcus WhatsHisface must've seen a lot of hate in those icy blue orbs. *Snicker*
🤥CP: after giving her a vision test, reading an eye chart, etc. The scan of her pretty blue eye
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, gag me with a spoon!
🤥CP: was stored into the computer. Next doctor to examine her was a cardiologist. Following a few brief questions such as her date of birth, height, weight, that sort of thing, Jane had her blood pressure checked, which was 120 over 80. The normal blood pressure for a healthy young lady.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *zzzzzzzz*
🤥CP: "Very good." the cardiologist said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh I'll bet, considering the 25 people who get killed from cardiac arrest because of the hate serum later.
🤥CP: He checked her heart beat and asked her to breath when using his stethoscope. The cardiologist wrote down everything. Next, a general practitioner was to examine Jane. Checking her eyes, ears, throat, testing her reflexes, you name it. Jane passed with flying colors.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, okay, fine, dandy. blah.
🤥CP: Jane thought that she was going to leave this building with no problem and be on her way, but when she was lead down a hallway by two guards,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That should've told her something was very wrong and very deceptive going on.
🤥CP: she noticed in one of the rooms, stretchers lined up with blankets covering the bodies. A total of 25 people, all young women. Dead. What was going on here?
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wait, how did she know they were dead? She only saw them from a distance. She would've had to go in and check them over physically to know for sure.
But let's not take her word for it, these are the poor human guinea pigs who were subjected to the liquid hate serum and were killed by it.
🤥CP: She started to get freaked out at the sight of the lifeless women who haven't been disposed of and anxiously asked where the guards were taking her. They refused to answer.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: As usual with this outfit... *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: So, out of instinct she began to assault the guards, incapacitating one of them.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Of course she did.
🤥CP: Her fighting skills she learned from Mary's father Sheriff Nick, really paid off.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Mary? Nick? Who the heck are they and why would a sheriff be giving Jane fighting lessons?
🤥CP: In the midst of the brutal melee, Jane was tackled and sedated by one of the doctors. Her world began to blur and fade... black.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Okay, dandy. Then she eventually wakes up and tries to kill everybody.
🤥CP: [Jane groaning] "W... W-Where am I?" Jane asked, coming to.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: At the FBCIA. I'm going to call them that from now on.
🤥CP: She was strapped to a chair similar to what you'd see in a dentist's office. Around her, the room looked like an operating theater, bathed in a bright white light which gave the room a clean appearance. Jane couldn't see anybody because all that was in the room with her, facing towards her was a two-way mirror. She felt something on her forehead that was similar to a headband, but saw electrodes and wires running away from her. Her hands and feet were secured in place. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I did say this whole business was bad jou-jou, didn't I?
🤥CP: A few seconds later, she heard an unknown female voice on the intercom. It must have been that of an agent, researcher, or scientist.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Really? No, I thought it was one of the deceased human lab rats.
🤥CP: "Miss Richardson, can you hear me?" the voice asked, almost sympathetically.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Keyword, "almost".
🤥CP: "Who's there?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Lady MacBeth.
🤥CP: "It's me, Dr. Beth Williams from Bio-Medics.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Hooooh, boy, I sure called that one! Lol what are the odds?
🤥CP: I didn't want to have you find out the hard way, but... some of these agents and government officials tell me you have a very healthy blood type,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, for the love! *Headwall* That's been stated like a zillion times already! Look, people, we get it, we get it, we get it already! Jane's blood type is a pristinely awesomely healthily CLEAN TYPE! Gah! Shut up about it already!
🤥CP: and from what I could gather, they were correct.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah, blah, blah!
🤥CP: If you are wondering, it was me who sedated you. I did not drag you into the room which you are in, dear. I can assure you. I will be standing by to monitor your vitals through this process." Dr. Williams said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, right, like you did for the others who died? What a comforting thought.
🤥CP: "What are you talking about?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: She's talking about you might or might not live through getting their junk pumped into you. Odds are better that you won't, but since you're special snowflake clean-blooded pretty ice-blue eyed Jane, you'll squeak through with an insatiable urge to kill kill kill.
🤥CP: "Jane," Agent Margolis said,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Scowl* I was expecting you to turn up again too.
🤥CP: "We brought you here because you are the perfect blood type,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: !!!!!!!!!!! SHUT - THE - RUDDY - HEX - UP! I'll start shooting things the next time any of you mentions "blood type" again!
🤥CP: and also the candidate for the following experiment that's been funded by the U.S. Government, totaling in at $6.9 million dollars.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So for a lousy $6.9 million dollars, 25 people got killed. Nice...
🤥CP: We have received word from the LAPD that they had trouble in capturing the suspect responsible for the death of your parents Bruce and Paula,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat, blah blah blah blah. Look, that's been stated over and over and over again!
🤥CP: and we, along with the FBI, Department of Justice, and the U.S. Marshals agreed to help in the capture of Jeffrey Woods.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Gah! Put a new record on, I'm really tired of this one skipping! You've stated that over and over and over again, too!
🤥CP: If you haven't noticed,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: You're probably going to say something else that was already stated a gazillion times so far...
🤥CP: there is an intravenous needle in your arm. One of the scientists will be bringing in the serum to replace with your blood.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wait, what? The blood can't replace something that isn't there yet and needs to be brought in. this makes no sense.
🤥CP: This serum is classified,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Naturally. Just like everything else. It's all classified classified classified with you dumbarses. And all that really means is, you either don't want to tell your poor guinea pigs what you're doing to them or you actually have no clue as to what you are actually doing. I'll say it's both.
🤥CP: but it will ultimately help you in getting revenge on the one who took your parents' lives..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, you idiots, you killed 25 innocent people for the sake of finding one special little snowflake to carry out revenge rather than justice. Great going, imbeciles!
🤥CP: Just then, a scientist and doctor came into the room, prepping Jane. The scientist came in with the Liquid Hate.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Liquid hate - that should tell you right there that it's absolutely nasty, not meant to make a person into a better person at anything worth while. It isn't liquid strength, liquid resilience, liquid courage. It's liquid hate.
🤥CP: The container was a gallon and a quarter with a biohazard symbol on it.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Good gosh, they know this crap is a bio hazard, and still they plan to inject another person with it, after killing 25 people. This is all kinds of whackers at its most wrong.
🤥CP: The light from overhead casted in the liquid giving off a pretty glowing purple.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: and they injected 25 people with this stuff already. And look what happened.
🤥CP: The doctor who came in was there to make sure everything was ready and to monitor Jane's safety.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah right. If safety was such a concern, they wouldn't have killed 25 other people.
🤥CP: He assured her she had nothing to be afraid of and that she was gonna be okay afterwards.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: which was bull.
🤥CP: This made Jane feel somewhat better.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well, considering how easy it was for them to lure her in with all that cash and flattery, I'm not surprised. Especially now when they sweeten the deal even more with a promise of her helping them to get vengeance on a killer.
🤥CP: A part of her was scared to death, but the other half of her showed no fear and she was ready.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I kinda figured...
🤥CP: The doctor put the intravenous tube into Jane's arm. The one tube ran into a container that would collect Jane's blood, and shipped to the American Red Cross for patients who had the same blood type as Jane, and to receive a healthy blood transfusion.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wait, she already gave blood, twice. But if they want to drain her, well, given what she became, it would've been better if they had.
🤥CP: The other tube was attached to the container holding the Liquid Hate. So in a way, this was just like an embalming fluid prep setup, but with an experimental liquid.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: It might as well have been embalming fluid given what it did to the 25 other poor people who were killed with it.
🤥CP: Despite being reassured by medical personnel that she had nothing to be scared of,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: They were lying.
🤥CP: a single tear ran down her face.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Uh, yeah, excuse me for not joining in.
🤥CP: The process began. The voices that Jane heard, the scientists, the government officials, FBI, CIA Agents, U.S. Marshals, researchers, began to sound distant.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So, suddenly there's a mob in the room?
🤥CP: If something were to happen to her, she would see her deceased parents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, brother. Cry me a river why don't you? *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: On the other side of the two-way mirror, doctors were monitoring Jane's vitals, her heart and brainwaves, etc. Her heart was beating at a steady pace, showing the EKG beeping, the readings of the EEG, showing normal brain activity. Jane saw her blood being drained slowly, this didn't bother her at first... but as it began to increase, she felt very weak and drowsy, almost like she was being smothered by an unknown person with an ether-soaked rag, and in the next few minutes, Jane's surroundings began to disappear. First, into a state of unconsciousness and weakness from loss of blood in her body... then... dead. The heart monitor in the other room flat-lined, the EEG went flat... for that moment, Jane was clinically dead.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: There, it's finally getting interesting.
🤥CP: Jane felt a gentle, familiar hand on her face, caressing her. It was her mother, Paula.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Agh! I spoke too soon. Please, knock off the sap already. I'm not interested in Jane's dead parents, I'm not interested in how she feels about them, I'm not interested in some near-death experience...
🤥CP: She opened her eyes, and despite being deceased for over a few minutes, she was still in the room. Her father, Bruce, was there as well...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: She wasn't deceased, she was delirious... Can we cut the vision stuff and move on?
🤥CP: "Mom?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Headdesk* Excuse me for nodding off, because this is ultra boring sap.I said I didn't give a dang about Jane's dead parents and sob story, and I meant it. But it's probably going to carry on with dead mommy and daddy urging Janey to fight to live so she can do the most noble thing in the world and avenge their deaths and yada yada yada shut up already.
🤥CP: "Don't be afraid, Janie... mommy's here." Paula cooed sweetly. She saw Jane's eyes welling up with tears and held her daughter in her arms, tightly, comforting her.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Scowl* I'm - really - getting - sick - of - this...!
🤥CP: "Daddy..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, go blow that out your afterlife and let's move on to what's actually going on instead...!
🤥CP: Bruce gave Jane a kiss on her head as he joined in to hold his child as well. Jane was weeping as she was glad to see her parents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *nails on chalkboard*
🤥CP: "You're going to be okay, kiddo... You're going to be just fine." Bruce said softly, calming his daughter down. He was in full military dress, his medals shining in the light of the room Jane was in. His uniform was crisply pressed, his short hair shiny and brushed back. Almost as if he was going to attend a military ball.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I - don't - give - a - flying - hot - dart...
🤥CP: "Mommy, what's going on?" Jane asked in a child-like tone.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf:I'm going to vomit...
🤥CP: "Well, since those doctors emptied your body, you went out like a light... But me and daddy are gonna stay here until you come alive, honey."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Pukes*
This would be a lot more interesting if the detail about Jane's body being "emptied" was being discussed by those quacks as they worked on her.
So...They actually took all of the blood out of her? Wow, no wonder she flatlined. She shouldn't be able to revive after that. And after 25 killings, you'd think these quacks would figure out that just maybe this was a really bad idea. But they're all stupid.
🤥CP: Paula said in her soft-spoken voice, her words soothing Jane's heart.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, cram it!
🤥CP: "One thing I could never stand about IV needles is when someone can't find a vein to put it in. That happened to me when I was a little kid and I suffered sepsis, and I felt like fricken swiss-cheese. That old hag couldn't put the needle in right. You should've known that having experience as a doctor and a pHd doesn't come with vision." Bruce said, smiling, laughing. This made Jane smile and giggle as she laughed with her daddy. She knew for the longest time that her daddy was very silly and made her laugh without even trying, and was still a goof-ball in the afterlife. That's also what Paula loved about her husband. Jane's parents stayed with her until the Liquid Hate was administered.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Snores and mumbles* What - ever...
🤥CP: "Your father couldn't stand needles being poked into him at all, honey. But getting like an allergy shot or vaccine, that didn't bother him.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Mutters in sleep* That like really makes sense. He couldn't stand needles but then he wasn't bothered by them. Whatever.
🤥CP: It was an intravenous needle that got on his nerves. Even when he was little, he fainted at the sight of a big needle." Paula said, chuckling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: IV needles aren't big, you idiots.
🤥CP: "Hey, that thing was big!" Bruce replied comically.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No, you're just confused, even for a stupid little vision.
🤥CP: "I know I'm gonna feel sore and stiff when I get up..." Jane said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Duh, no crap, Janey.
🤥CP: "Considering the chair you're in, I wouldn't be surprised, honey." Paula replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Shut up with the freaking "honey" already. Sheesh!
🤥CP: "I think tonight, you should take a nice hot bath with some Epsom Salts." Bruce said, caressing Jane's hair.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I think you should just disappear from Jane's brain so the story can actually move on.
🤥CP: "Good idea." Jane replied.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, good idea. So vamoose.
🤥CP: "You just remember one thing, my little Janie-baby,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh gosh, "Janie baby"? Here I go again. *Pukes*
🤥CP: if you ever need me or daddy, we will be right here." Paula said, pointing to Jane's heart.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh please! This is so cheesy it's mouldy! Get it out of here already!
🤥CP: "And we will come live in your dreams, sweetheart." Bruce added, smiling.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Who - gives - a - dang?
Hint, not me.
🤥CP: "We are so proud of you. Jessie's lucky to have such a sweet sister. We will always be watching over you, love." Paula said sweetly.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And I'm sure if they really could watch over their precious little baby Janey from their cozy little cottage up in the sky, they'd be so proud of their little honey sweetie pie for killing people while pretending they were Jeff, just for kicks. Not to mention her body count is like 211 at least.
That's what makes this whole nauseating saccharine NDE thing totally worthless and unnecessary as well as horribly irritating!
Yeah, Janey, we know you'll make your mommy and daddy proud of their special little. *Sneer*
🤥CP: "We love you, Jane." Bruce said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Blah, blah, blah, let's end this plot-stall please!
🤥CP: "Oh, the purple stuff is about finished." Paula said, pointing to the Liquid Hate that was half-way empty.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Halfway? That's not about finished. and unfortunately, neither does this plot backup seem to be. *Groan*
🤥CP: "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy." Jane said, giving her parents a hug before they returned to heaven.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Gag* Oh brother! *Facepalm*
🤥CP: "We love you, too, Janie." Paula replied, giving her daughter one final kiss goodbye.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: For the ruddy love of - just end this stupid NDE stuff already!
🤥CP: Jane slowly regained consciousness and came to.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well, thank - goodness - for - that! Not that she regained consciousness, but that it means finally an end to that awful sickly sweet and useless boring "Mommy/Daddy" "Honey/love" NDE gush between Jane and the ghosts in her freaking head!
🤥CP: The EKG and EEG roared back to life, showing heart and brain activity, her vitals appearing normal. As her vision adjusted, she saw she was still in the operating theater.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: You keep calling it a theatre, when it is supposedly an operating room.
🤥CP: When she looked down, she noticed her hands were now ivory white, she was pale like a corpse.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf:They shouldn't be, because then she really would be a corpse. Blood-flow would make even the palest person still look alive.
Or maybe Jane Richardson just became the new Jadis. (white witch)
🤥CP: She screamed over the loss of her natural skin pigmentation and saw that her once-bright platinum blond hair was now coal black.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Which makes zip sense. If it takes away pigment in skin, it won't add it into hair. Especially since 1. hair grows out of the skin, and 2. Jane's hair was already there, so can't be turned a different colour other than by externally dying it. 3. If hair changes colour via something internally, that doesn't effect the hair that's already there. The new colour grows in gradually.
So why not just give all these killers black hair to start with?
Jeff's story is just as dumb about this, claiming the fire gave him a mop of shoulder-length black hair.
🤥CP: She tried to break free from the restraints, thinking that she would fail, but
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, I know, the liquid hate gave her SUUUUUUUUUUUPER STRENGTH! *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: somehow, with now-increased strength ripped both of the restraints off and jerked the wires off her head.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So predictable. *Rolling eyes* And now, look out, Killer Janey's about to go on a freaking rampage!
🤥CP: She tore the leg restraints away and got up out of the chair.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: And the fools at the FBCIA realized that what didn't kill their last guinea pig, turned her into a monster.
🤥CP: She looked towards the two-way mirror, now in a violent, angry, homicidal rage
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I'm not surprised. Let the real Jane stand up and come forth...
🤥CP: hollered: "WHAT THE HE|| (edit) DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* You let yourself get into this mess, Janey, don't expect any sympathy from me.
🤥CP: "She's going to experience violent episodes and homicidal tendencies for the first 90 seconds..." One of the scientists said to the group.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Uh, that's the sort of discussion which should've been going on while Jane was still down for the count, and would've been much more interesting than her stupid mushy NDE coddle she got from her dead ghost parents inside her head.
These FBCIA people are absolute idiots.
"Oh, by the by," as Jane starts to attack "We forgot to mention earlier to warn everyone present that she will try to kill you." Stupid!
🤥CP: "You are now full of Liquid Hate, Miss Richardson." Agent Margolis said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wow, lovely. If these idiots had been straight with her from the get-go, she could've refused and backed out of this scheme. But that's just what they didn't want, so they deceived, and played keep away with the information she needed to make an informed decision. I had this whole outfit sized up right. Whackers, crooked, unethical, shifty to the core.
🤥CP: "I LOOK LIKE flariNG POWDER!!" (edit.)
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: You look like a foul-mouthed monster throwing a tantrum.
🤥CP: "That's because your natural skin color went away, Jane."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Which makes no sense, especially since that so-called liquid hate was purple in colour. If anything, it should've made her complexion darker.
🤥CP: Jane picked up a chair that was in the room and threw it against the two-way mirror, shattering the glass.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, great, see Jane become completely unhinged. *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: She grabbed a hold of one of the doctors who were monitoring her vitals by the collar, slamming him against the wall with incredible strength, causing a huge dent.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well, that's what comes from trying to make liquid hate and filling someone up with it. If it doesn't kill them, that is. Only now, Jane's just killed someone. *Scowl*
🤥CP: One of the scientists sounded an alarm for armed guards and medical personnel to restrain Jane. One pulled out a syringe, trying to aim for Jane's neck, but Jane took the needle and stabbed the doctor between the eyes and injected an air bubble into him.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Killing him too... *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: Two guards with automatic weapons tried to fire at Jane, but she grabbed both of their arms, causing them to fire at each other.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Talk about far-fetched. She'd have to have incredibly long stretchy arms to reach them before they shot her, because chances are good they weren't at all that close range.
So, another two, snuffed out. *Scowl*
🤥CP: One agent fired at Jane, but the bullet didn't phase her a bit. The wound automatically and quickly healed up.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, but of course it did. Rubbish. There's only one thing worse than a Mary Sue that all the other characters fawn over, and that's a character written as an invincible villain. Jane went from one to the other, so she's both types of rotten.
🤥CP: She approached the agent who was still firing multiple shots at Jane, and snapped his wrist into, showing fractured bones and blood spurting everywhere.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So, four dead and one injured. Yeah, Jane, I'm sure your dead mommy and daddy are super proud of you now! *Jeer*
🤥CP: An orderly, standing in at 6' 5", 300+ lbs, tackled Jane, attempting to subdue her, but Jane had the upper hand,
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: But of course, because she's now become SUUUUUUUUUPER HATEFUL JAAAAAAAAAANE! *Scoff*
🤥CP: flipped him over on his side, and snapped him neck into.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* Of course she did, because "YES YOU CAN!" Janey can do ANYTHING! *Sneer*
🤥CP: Just as carnage continued, Jane took the now-empty liquid hate container, broke it against the ground, took a sharp glass shard, and stabbed to death one of the agents.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Body count, 5 dead, one hurt.
🤥CP: Her clothes now stained with blood.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No duh! And that makes her look super badarse. Well, yeah, but it also makes her look like what she is, loathsome.
🤥CP: Amidst the dead, broken, mutilated, bullet-riddled bodies and those who were out cold, Jane looked at the group who was in the room that now had no mirror and said in an ominous tone...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Facepalm* There goes that 'ominous' crap again. *Boo-hiss!* And let me guess. "Sleep well."
🤥CP: "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for making me what I am. I know now what I must do. I must kill Jeffrey Woods and end his reign of terror forever. If he is not killed, more lives will be lost. I am much stronger now, I am unstoppable, unkillable. Weapons are useless against me. Anyone who dares crosses me, I will be the last thing they will ever see. I will kill Jeff the Killer... and no one can stop me."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: 1. You're not welcome.
2. They didn't save you, they nearly killed you.
3. They merely brought out the monster that was inside you all along.
4. What you must do is kill yourself and end your own weign of terror.
5. The killer who offed your sweet loving parents had a ton of other aliases besides "Jeffrey Woods" but he got caught and shanked in prison where he died.
6. You are just as bad as him and as bad as Jeff the killer.
7. You will not get to kill Jeff the killer from 2008. That's our job. You are too dishonourable.
8. You might be physically strong, but it isn't even under your own power. There are ways to repair what those quacks did to you.
9. But you are not mentally/emotionally strong. And there's no fixing that.
10. One day, you will find that you are indeed, unstoppable, and killable.
11. You have no idea what weapons can actually be used against you with success.
12. The day you find that out, your enemy, and not Jeff the killer or your parents' murderer, will be the last thing you see.
13. You will not kill Jeff the killer.
14. You and he will be stopped, but not by each other.
🤥CP: After 90 seconds, Jane's homicidal tendencies ceased and she was acting normal again.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Nothing about Jane was ever normal. But this whole episode isn't going to get her a pass for being temporarily cray cray.
🤥CP: The same doctors who were examining her wanted to do X-Rays, MRI scans, and the final examination on her.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So, they weren't all killed? They must've been good at ducking for cover then.
🤥CP: Jane stood naked as the day she was born as physicians didn't see any abnormal changes.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Except for her white witch skin and black hair. I still don't feel sorry for her. She just killed and wounded a bunch of people.
🤥CP: No defects.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Because Jane is one big walking defect.
🤥CP: She was even more beautiful despite the fact that she was pale white with black eyes.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Gagging* So, you just insinuated that pale skinned, black haired, black eyeds aren't normally beautiful. Great going.
No, Jane never was, and never could be beautiful, and really, drop the freaking beautiful thing already! She's got an ugly personality and it wouldn't matter what she looks like. If you have a bad personality, you're still ugly.
🤥CP: "Okay, Miss Richardson... I want you to read what is on this chart right here..." an eye doctor said.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: For crying out loud, people, you just checked her vision before this horrid experiment, which is a fail in ways you probably never anticipated.
🤥CP: "E-F-P-T-O-Z-L-P-E-D-P-E-D-F-C-Z-P-F-E-L-O-P-Z-D-1-2-3-4-5-6-7. Printed by Century City Optometry, 10250 Santa Monica, Blvd, Suite 170, Los Angeles, California, 90067."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: and I'm supposed to be impressed by that?
🤥CP: The eye doctor was flabbergasted that Jane read everything down to the fine print.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well, you knew her vision was good before, why the amazement now? Oh, right, because everything Jane does is supposed to be so incredibly amazing! *Rolling eyes*
🤥CP: He took a magnifying glass and saw the address and company name at the bottom of the eye test chart."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Big deal. I'm supposed to care because?
🤥CP: "Ummm... wow..." he said, dumbfounded.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Facepalm* Oh, ruddy hex! Jane's not that amazing, people! Will you get over it and stop kissing her arse already? She's just killed five of you! No supposedly supersonic eyesight can make up for that! And I'm definitely not convinced or impressed that her eyesight is supposedly so much better than everybody else's.
🤥CP: "So, doc, are there any other tests today or can I just walk out of here and be on my way? ...Well, are you gonna give me another visual test or just stand there and stare at me all day?"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Are you gonna keep being a demanding, whiny, offish, overgrown brat? of course you are. You can leg it any time as far as I'm concerned, Janey, the sooner, the better.
🤥CP: "Um, I'm just gonna stand here and stare at you all day." the eye doctor said, seeing Jane fully naked.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Scowl* Oh, you creep!
Wait, what?
Jane was naked for the first batch of tests, but why the heck is she still naked for the fricking eye exam!?
Gah, what a sleazy, slipshod outfit this is!
🤥CP: "So, I'll take that as a 'you are free to go?'"
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Want a more direct message, Janey? Get going! *Shove*
🤥CP: "Yeah..."
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: No crap, dipstick.
🤥CP: Jane took her blood-stained clothes that were in a hospital bag and walked out fully nude, not caring that people are looking at her.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well that's stupid. The FBCIA surely would've had a change of clothes there for her, or put her in a gown to wait until her clothes were washed, then let her go. This is just really idiotic.
🤥CP: On her way home, she saw clothes that were hanging out to dry on a clothes line outside a little suburban home.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, how convenient. And I'll bet they just magically fit her perfectly too...
🤥CP: These clothes matched her frame.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Gah I just knew it. Everything just magically works out for Jane Richardson... ALL THE TIME!
🤥CP: There were a pair of black sweat pants, a sleeveless black under armor shirt, and a black hoodie. They all smelled sweet as she pulled them off the clothes line and got dressed in broad daylight.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: So this is minor, but she steals somebody else's clothes. Another winning act of heroism. *Sneer*
Since she thinks nothing at all of spilling blood, I don't know why she didn't just put on her own clothes in the first place, even of they were bloody. I mean, what big of a deal is that to her? Nothing at all.
🤥CP: The only article of clothing that weren't blood-stained were her black Skecher's sneakers.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Fine. Dandy. I don't care.
🤥CP: She slipped on her socks and shoes and called Jessie, and told her she was okay...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wait, she had her freaking phone this whole time? What a dunce. She could've called the police on these idiots and this whole crazy operation, and gotten out of there without much of a problem. And she just didn't.
🤥CP: Jessie waited back at home for her sister to return.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: whatever.
🤥CP: Also, Mary was waiting.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: I still don't know who that is nor do I care.
But now they're gonna be all freaked out by Jane's new appearance, then amazed by her supersonic bionic dooper powers like every other drongo in this thing.
🤥CP: Jessie immediately ran into her big sister's arms, gasping emotionally, giving her a big hug.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Pukes*
🤥CP: Mary hugged both Jessie and Jane and gave her honey bunny a kiss on the lips.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Aaaaaagh! *Runs for the can to do more than just puke* I'm gonna die! This thing is causing something like arsenic poisoning!
I don't know why the ruddy hex Jesse and Mary are all over Jane as if she's some long lost special person who actually deserves all this adoration. Jessie's supposed to be old enough that she wouldn't go to pieces this much every time Jane left to go to work. Assuming this whole sorry adventure couldn't have taken any longer than a regular work shift, this Jessie is acting like a three-year-old who hasn't seen her mommy in three days. And Mary - I really don't get what's up with her. This is utterly nauseating!
🤥CP: "Baby, I'm so glad you're okay... I was so worried." Mary said, emotionally, glad that Jane was alright.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Oh, shut it, lady, get a grip! Janey can more than take care of herself!
🤥CP: "I knew you would come back..." Jessie said through tears of joy.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Fistwall* AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! What's with every freaking character in this turning into such uber retards and just melting all over Jane as if she was some kind of weird china doll goddess thing? Puh-leeeeeze! She really doesn't deserve all this ridiculous coddle&worship combo stuff!
She's gonna get a heckload of the opposite when me and mine get to her.
🤥CP: "Of course I did..." Jane replied, giving her little sister a hug, still emotional.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: *Rolling eyes* Always emotional, always emotional, yeah right. She just killed 5 people and wounded at least another. and still she puts on this "Look at wonderful emotional me, I STILL CARE!" act.
Rubbish!
Jane just knows that if she acts nice or badarse at certain times, around certain people, it will get all the other idiots around her just falling over one another to kiss her stinking feet!
Well, it isn't working on me.
211 body count by 2012, not to mention all the loot she got out of at least some of those murders, pretends her victims are Jeff who wasn't even the one who was around to kill her parents back in 2002, was she at IHop or at a day care centre job when she turned evil? Was Jessie 13 in 2002, or was she 9? Was she 17 in 2010, or 21? Jane's supposed love for children goes right out the window when considering the carnage left after any of her kills.
🤥CP: Jeff has some competition... so as many other criminals out there...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: That's just it, Jane is competing, not going for justice. If she was interested in real justice, she wouldn't have killed 5 people already. She couldn't get the loser that killed her parents. She can't, and won't get Jeff the killer. But she killed 211 plus people instead by 2012.
Jane Richardson The Killer is nothing but a mass-murdering Mary Sue and her supposed beef against Jeff the killer is a big âť—FRAUDâť—
And here's how her author handles people, specifically females who don't like Jane The Killer.
MrAngryDog: if i wanted to get your two cents worth, i would reach for the take-a-penny tray.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Well, that sort of depends on where she put her rant. If she stuck it on her own site/journal/blog, then you have only to ignore her and move on with your life. If she posted it on your own journal/blog/site, I can sort of see why you'd get ticked, but really, Jane is a Sue, whether you like it or not.
MrAngryDog: as far as your useless rant goes, that's your period talking.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Okay, you've just used that stupid sexist trope, and that means you've given me the right to pull no punches when tearing your precious Jane to pieces. I have no respect for guys who dismiss anything negative coming from a as being on her period. You really blew it, dude.
MrAngryDog: i don't trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Good gosh, you really buy into that whole stupid misogynistic stuff that should, along with feminism, be gone with the dark ages. That stupid meme has been around since I was a kid. With such a caveman brain, it's no wonder your character and stories suck so badly.
MrAngryDog: pi55 off.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Wow. I see a lot of angry Jane in you. she must be something of a self-insert. To some degree anyway.
Shirawolf1: Well that was very *Cough* Mature,Angrypuppy.
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Yeah, an odious character with a stink face author. Lovely, init?
So...
🤥CP: Don't go to sleep, you won't wake up...
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Don't tell me what to do, you'll get a heck of a bad attitude coming back at you, full force.
🤥CP: Jane the Killer is coming for you!
🧝‍♀️OceanElf: Then she'll get a heck of a lot more than she bargained for.
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