"I have no fucking clue what's happening right now."
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An apply book.
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
The book will contain:
Swearing, violence, mentions of knives, alcohol, drugs, flappers, major character death, blood, gore, and a few sexual...
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"Welcome to the mind fuck!"
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Greetings, esteemed guests.
Picture this scene with me.
It is 1926, and you're a famous actor, or maybe an esteemed singer, a beautiful flapper, or maybe even a brilliantly wealthy heir to a business- it doesn't matter.
What matters is that you are filthy rich, and apart of the %1.
You're sitting in the beautifully decorated dining room of your mansion, your waiters and maids at your beck and call.
Suddenly, a butler walks into the large elegant dining room with a beautiful sealed letter in his hands. As he hands you the letter you almost instantly rip open the envelope, ignoring the elegant wax stamp with the initials "T.B." engraved in a bloody red, with a small crown engraved as well.
As you read over the letter silently, you're watched by your maids.
"'A party for only the most rich and famous of our day and age, and you've been invited'?"
You hum.
"Butler, fetch me a paper and quill. I must write back to Mr. Blade and accept his request immediately."
