Ragenaut
Don't get between me and my munchies
You begin as guests invited to a party at Olympus Estate, in an indeterminate area in Greece. Receiving Invitations a deep red, and with all expenses paid for, the plane rides and travel to the estate was nearly painless, even for the lowest class individuals. When you arrived to the airport, a limousine was parked at the front, with a tall, dark man holding a picture of the icon the invitation had printed on it. After showing the man your invitations, you are now on your way to Olympus Estate, with a promise of a party of a lifetime. This should be the best day of your lives, but an ominous dread holds over you. Most of you have done nothing to deserve this, and who knew who you were to send the invitations? Why was everyone so helpful and generous? Giving first class seats to a working class man, it's too good to be true, right? Anywho, all of you are driving to the origin of the invitations now. Maybe once you get there, you can get some answers.
Welcome, to Olympus Estate. Enjoy your stay, and be our guests!
Welcome, to Olympus Estate. Enjoy your stay, and be our guests!
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