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Shagwrath · April 27

Activity #47
27/04/2025
Participants: Shagwrath
Duration: 15 mins

Spoiler

Edited 17 hours ago by Shagwrath

Shagwrath · April 27

Activity #48
27/04/2025
Participants: Shagwrath
Duration: 15 mins

Spoiler

Edited 17 hours ago by Shagwrath

Shagwrath · April 27

Activity #49
27/04/2025
Participants: Shagwrath
Duration: 15 mins

Spoiler

Edited 17 hours ago by Shagwrath

Shagwrath · April 27

Activity #50
27/04/2025
Participants: Shagwrath
Duration: 15 mins

Spoiler

Edited 17 hours ago by Shagwrath

Shagwrath · April 27

Activity #51
27/04/2025
Participants: Shagwrath
Duration: 15 mins

Spoiler

Edited 17 hours ago by Shagwrath

Shagwrath · April 27

Roleplay #1
8/04/2025
30 mins
Participants: @Demo, @GetAway, @SubMeOff

It all started when a curious SWAT officer stopped by Helvete food chain for a quick meal. Pleased with the taste but suspicious of the mystery behind it, he asked if he could get a behind-the-scenes look at how the restaurant operates. For Demo, it was the perfect opportunity — a golden chance to turn curiosity into cuisine.

Playing along, Demo welcomed him with open arms, inviting him inside for an exclusive tour. The officer was intrigued, unaware of what truly awaited him. As the doors shut behind him, the air changed. He was offered a drink — spiked, of course — and within moments, he was out cold.

When he awoke, he found himself groggy, restrained, but oddly still treated like a guest. Demo walked him through the heart of Helvete’s operations — the grinding rooms, the slicing stations, the custom-built machines that turn man into meal. He was shown how each item on the menu is crafted with “love” and freshness, just like the meal he’d eaten earlier.

The tour wasn’t just a twisted courtesy — it was psychological seasoning. By the end, Demo turned to him and asked with a grin,
“You’ve seen it all. Now… how would you like to go?”

He didn’t get much of a choice. The officer was dragged to the industrial meat grinder, still conscious, still screaming — though no one outside would ever hear him. The blades spun, the machine roared, and blood painted the walls in thick red strokes. Piece by piece, he became part of the next batch of Helvete’s finest dishes.

Another secret ingredient added. Another satisfied… customer.