[ BULLETIN BOARD - SEPT 15TH ] ; and in the end i'd do it all again

[postictal]

[Someone's left a message in carefully inexact script; all-caps, as if that might better hide his identity. He's never claimed to be an artist, and maybe that's what he's banking on to keep the heat off him, so to speak. But anyone who thinks hard enough about it will probably figure out the guilty party here.]



[You can consider this your...call to action. If that's, you know, something you're interested in.]

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[prettypurpleparlor]

[Did somebody say birthday cake?]

[HER TIME HAS COME.]

[Everybody out of her way, this spider has some baking to do, holy shit.]

[vagabone]

[Someone dark and mysterious and completely anonymous (who recognizes one of those striped shirts) has added a few cute little balloons and a piñata to the drawing. Hooray!]

[yourattention]

[On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, someone's added what kind of looks like one of those cute flag banners you put up at parties? Yeah, so like that but instead of flags it's knives. Don't worry about it.]

[souldeterminant]

[This is...... not what they expected to see when passing by the rock today.]

[To be perfectly honest, they'd barely registered the date. Their birthday had never been something they'd regularly celebrated before, and though... that had started to change once they freed the Underground, Frisk never would have thought that it would be something anyone would pay attention to in a place and time like this. At the very least, it's not something they would have asked anyone to pay attention to. Not in about a hundred years.]

[But their eyes drift to the drawings, and the little additions, and to the slab of stone next to the rock that broadcasts the calendar day. As confused as they are, as little of an idea they have just what the heck is happening right now... there's no mistaking it.]

[They've been had.]

[yallstupid]

[Oh hella, this is exactly what Guzma needed to see. He's not got a lot to offer the kids right now - all his favors were used up recently and he, uh...must have slept through the last storytelling (or simply not wanted to retell the bad shit that happened), but he can at least use one of his talents for the time being.

He is, after all, lyrically inclined, and what better way to celebrate than with a cheesy limerick? It's the gift that keeps on giving.]

Have you heard of the two kids in stripes?
Whose lives you can consider as just: yikes.
But here they now stay,
They laugh and they play,
So here's to you, brats -
Happy birthday!

-G.

[journalname]

[Someone has left two lovely bouquets of colorful flowers underneath this message! They're neatly tied together with twine - and no, there's no buttercups or goldenrod included, you heathens.]