She always sounded like she was an immature 14 year old? She's old?

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About to go an a year-long sick leave at 80% of my pay because my job was being so unsupportive of my legit medical issues despite me only having taken 3 sick days off this year AND having worked through one of those!! Two can play this game, job. Sincerely, Fuck you

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Chapter 1: The Drive Into Black Hollow By the time the sun started sinking, all eight of them were already running late. That was how things usually went when the whole group got together. Someone forgot a charger. Someone packed too much. Someone needed snacks. Someone changed outfits three times. What was supposed to be a smooth afternoon drive to their Halloween camping party had turned into two overloaded SUVs, four coffee stops, one gas station argument over ice, and a group chat full of voice notes, threats, and blurry costume selfies. And somehow, that made it feel perfect. This was exactly why they had all said yes in the first place. It wasn’t really about camping. It wasn’t even really about the Halloween party. It was about one last wild memory before life kept dragging them in different directions. Grace-Lynn stood beside the open trunk of the first SUV in ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, holding two bags in one hand and glaring at the disaster inside the car like it had personally offended her. “Tell me why there are six bags of chips, three bottles of vodka, a fog machine, and no one can find the flashlight case.” “Because priorities matter,” Weston said. He leaned against the side of the car with that easy grin of his, all confidence and chaos. Weston was the kind of person who could make strangers laugh in under thirty seconds and make his own friends nervous in ten. He had been the loudest about this trip from the start, hyping it up for weeks, calling it legendary before it had even happened. He also had a habit of acting first and thinking never. Grace-Lynn narrowed her eyes at him. “If we die in the woods because you packed decorative fake cobwebs instead of batteries, I’m haunting you personally.” “You’d miss me too much.” “I really wouldn’t.” Behind them, Octavious was calmly reorganizing the back of the second SUV with the patience of a saint and the expression of someone trying very hard not to regret being friends with idiots. Octavious was the one people trusted without even realizing they did. He wasn’t loud, didn’t need attention, and never forced himself to the center of anything, but somehow when things needed to get handled, everybody ended up looking at him. He was practical, steady, and annoyingly good at staying levelheaded. He held up a plastic container. “I found the batteries. They were in the cooler.” There was a pause. Then Theodore pointed at Weston. “Jail.” Weston threw his hands up. “That was one time.” “That was today,” said Luther. Luther stood slightly apart from the group, holding a duffel over one shoulder. He wasn’t unfriendly—just quieter than the rest, the kind of person who watched more than he spoke. When he did say something, it usually landed harder because everybody knew he meant it. He had a dry humor that could sneak up on you and a look on his face that always made it seem like he knew something he hadn’t said yet. Theodore, on the other hand, never seemed to know when to stop talking. That was part of his charm. He bounced around the parking lot in a half-buttoned flannel and jeans, carrying two grocery bags and somehow making even that look theatrical. Theodore was dramatic in a way that never quite crossed into fake. Everything with him was louder, bigger, funnier. He could turn a gas station stop into a story and a bad situation into a bit, which was usually useful—until it wasn’t. He tossed one of the bags into the trunk. “I’d just like the record to show that I brought the marshmallows, the hot dogs, the matches, and the mini candy bars. So when y’all are warm and fed later, remember who loves you.” “No one asked for hot dogs,” Leighanna said. Leighanna shut the passenger door of the SUV and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She had the kind of presence that didn’t need to be loud to be felt. Smart eyes. Good posture. Controlled expression. Even when she was joking, there was usually a little distance to her, as if part of her stayed protected no matter who she was with. But tonight there was excitement under it too, hidden in the corners of her smile. “And yet,” Theodore said, placing a hand over his chest, “one day you’ll understand my vision.” Leighanna gave him a look. “Your vision is sodium and bad decisions.” “That is also Weston’s vision,” Regan added. Regan was leaning on the hood with his arms folded, laughing at everybody else while pretending he was above the chaos. He had that restless kind of energy that came from always needing something to do with his hands, his mouth, his attention. Quick with jokes, quick to challenge people, quick to act like he wasn’t bothered even when he absolutely was. He and Weston fed off each other in a way that could be hilarious or exhausting depending on the hour. Weston pointed at him. “You’re lucky I invited you.” “You invited yourself to your own plan and just dragged us into it.” “That is leadership.” “That is kidnapping with decorations.” Cashmere laughed from the far side of the car, where they were sitting on the edge of the trunk fixing a silver ring back onto one finger. Cashmere always looked put together in a way that seemed effortless until you paid attention and realized every detail was deliberate. The layered jewelry, the sharp eyeliner, the clothes that somehow felt both soft and untouchable. But it was their energy that people remembered most—warm one minute, distant the next, thoughtful in a way that made their silences feel full instead of empty. They looked up with a crooked smile. “Honestly, if this ends with all of us on a missing persons poster, I want everyone to know I almost stayed home.” That got a few laughs. Too many, maybe. Because for a second, the words hung there. Grace-Lynn noticed it first. That tiny weird pause after the joke. The subtle shift in the air. “Why almost?” she asked. Cashmere shrugged, but not casually enough. “Bad feeling.” Weston groaned. “No. Absolutely not. We are not starting creepy foreshadowing in the parking lot.” “I’m serious.” “Cashmere,” Theodore said, lowering his voice theatrically, “if you sensed doom and still came, that’s kind of on you.” Cashmere smirked. “That’s fair.” Octavious closed the trunk. “Everybody got their phones charged?” A chorus of mixed yeses followed. “Portable chargers?” More uncertain answers. He sighed. “Great. We’re all going to die because none of you prepare for anything.” “Again with the die talk,” Weston said. “Can we maybe manifest a sexy, memorable, iconic night instead?” “That usually is how people die,” Luther muttered. Even Grace-Lynn laughed at that. For a little while, it all felt normal. That was the worst part later—how normal it had felt. The drive started loud. Music up. Windows cracked. Weston and Regan arguing over the playlist. Theodore singing songs he didn’t know. Leighanna pretending to be annoyed. Cashmere recording bits and pieces on their phone. Octavious driving like he was transporting something fragile. Grace-Lynn in the passenger seat, half involved in the conversation and half watching the road ahead as the city gave way to empty stretches of highway. In the second SUV, Luther drove in silence for long stretches while Theodore filled them with commentary. Regan kept sending ridiculous voice notes to the group chat from the seat behind him. Leighanna occasionally reached over to turn the music down when it got unbearable. Cashmere sat by the window watching trees flash by in the dusk. At the first gas station stop, they all piled out into yellow light and cold air. Weston bought more beer. Theodore bought enough candy for a small army. Grace-Lynn bought energy drinks and ibuprofen. Leighanna came out with wet wipes, gum, and a look that said she didn’t trust any of them to survive without her. Octavious topped off both tanks and checked the tires. Regan flirted badly with the cashier. Luther stood outside under the buzzing sign, staring toward the dark tree line beyond the parking lot. Cashmere noticed. “What?” Luther looked back at them after a second. “Nothing.” But his expression said otherwise. Back on the road, the highways narrowed. The streetlights thinned out. Trees grew taller on both sides, black branches lacing together overhead. The group got quieter the deeper they drove. Not silent. Just softer. Like the woods were listening. Grace-Lynn watched headlights spill over an old wooden sign half-hidden by vines. BLACK HOLLOW – COUNTY ACCESS ROAD Something about the name made her sit up straighter. “You really picked a place called Black Hollow?” she asked. From the backseat, Weston grinned. “Tell me that doesn’t sound incredible.” “It sounds like where bodies are found.” “Exactly. Atmosphere.” Octavious kept his eyes on the road. “It also sounds like somewhere with no signal, so text whoever you need to text now.” That made everyone check their phones. One by one, little bars dropped. Regan groaned. “Fantastic.” Theodore leaned forward between the seats. “Okay but genuinely, if a masked killer comes out here, which one of us dies first?” “Weston,” Grace-Lynn said immediately. “Rude,” Weston replied. “You’d literally investigate a noise.” “You would too.” Grace-Lynn opened her mouth, then closed it. Everyone laughed. Leighanna looked out the window. “No, he’s right.” “What?” asked Octavious. She didn’t answer at first. Then she said, very quietly, “I just feel like once we get there, something’s going to feel off.” The joking died down after that. The road turned to cracked pavement, then gravel in places, then back again. The trees pressed closer. Their headlights caught old fencing, broken signs, and stretches of woods that looked too deep for the amount of land there should have been. Then they saw it. The old property sign. Tilted. Weather-rotted. Barely readable. MORROW HOUSE – PRIVATE LAND And beyond it, through the trees, the dark outline of the abandoned lodge. No one said anything for a few seconds. Even Weston. The place looked wrong before they even stepped out. The lodge sat at the edge of a clearing like it had been left there by mistake—two stories of sagging wood, black windows, and a porch leaning slightly to one side. The campsite nearby was open enough for the cars, tents, and bonfire setup Weston had promised, but the woods around it felt close. Too close. Like they had edged in over time. When the engines cut off, the silence rushed in. No city hum. No distant traffic. No neighborhood noise. Just wind. And somewhere far off, something metallic hitting something hollow. Clang. Grace-Lynn got out first and looked around. “The vibe is,” Theodore said from behind her, “deeply illegal.” “The vibe is amazing,” Weston said, though even he sounded less certain now. Octavious opened the back and started unloading gear. “Let’s set up before it gets fully dark.” Everybody moved then, slipping back into routine. Leighanna and Cashmere started sorting bags. Regan dragged out folding chairs and complained the whole time. Theodore carried lanterns and talked too much. Luther set down the tents with quiet efficiency. Weston kept trying to get everyone hyped back up. Grace-Lynn wandered a little farther toward the firepit. She stopped. There was ash inside. Fresh-looking ash. She crouched and touched the edge of one blackened piece of wood. Not warm. But not old either. Someone had used this pit recently. “Octavious,” she called. He came over. “What?” She pointed. He studied the ash, then the woods, then the house. “That wasn’t here by accident,” he said. Behind them, Cashmere had turned slowly toward the second floor of the lodge. “What is it?” Leighanna asked. Cashmere didn’t answer right away. Then they said, “I thought I saw someone in the window.” Everybody looked up. The upstairs window was dark. Empty. Weston forced out a laugh. “Okay. Great. Cool. Love that for us.” Regan grabbed a lantern. “Probably an animal.” “In a window?” Grace-Lynn asked. “An ambitious animal.” Nobody laughed that time. The sun slipped lower. The clearing darkened. And somewhere past the tree line, hidden where none of them could see, someone stood very still and watched the eight friends unload their costumes, their drinks, their blankets, their food, and all the little pieces of themselves they had brought into Black Hollow. Watching who led. Watching who wandered. Watching who stayed close. Watching who would be hardest to break. The figure raised a phone and took a photo. Eight friends. Still smiling. Still whole. Still unaware. Then the figure stepped backward into the trees and disappeared. Cast Members : MarieEve Grace-Lynn She/Her Cinnamon Octavious: He/Him YanderTron21 Weston: He/Him Rain Regan: He/Him RobbieRIOT Leighanna: She/Her hwest14 Theodore: He/Him Envious Luther: He/Him Justini Cashmere: She/They Chapter 2 will be posted either tonight or tomorrow ! I hope you all enjoy and good luck Survivors ☠️🔪

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MarieEve Grace-Lynn She/Her Cinnamon Octavious: He/Him YanderTron21 Weston: He/Him Rain Regan: He/Him RobbieRIOT Leighanna: She/Her hwest14 Theodore: He/Him Envious Luther: He/Him Justini Cashmere: She/They Thank you all for wanting to be apart of this 13 chapter story! Chapter 1 will be posted momentarily! With each chapter posted every 24 hours :) This is going to be a bloody time ☠️🔪 Enjoy 🙈 Who do you all think will survive and who do you think will perish?

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Tracey (allegedly luna) is a deranged psychotic woman who used to live in orange county california where i grew up. she used to work with kids theater companies because she had a lot of “antiques” that she rented to companies as props (turns out she’s a major hoarder but this wasn’t known until later). she then somehow became a choreographer for a children’s musical that i was in. years later im on tengaged and i see her posting selfies of herself. im still a kid at this point im like 15 and i commented something like “tracey??? its me cassie”. a regular adult would be like “Oh wow hello what a coincidence!” but no this lunatic posts videos and pictures of me (and other kids who were in the show!!!) on Tengaged. i told her to stop. i was not comfortable with it. and for years she posted about me and talked on the blogs page about me being a great kid and she loved me but also sometimes she posted weird vague things about me being untalented…? i was like 14. she even said at one point that the other adults running the show didn’t like me and she was the only one that liked me..? it was really really strange behavior from an adult to a child. turns out she was fired after the show she did at the company because she was completely unhinged and she’s had it out for me since but she also had this bizarre infatuation with me. she talked about me like we were close but really she was just the weird lady i knew for a few months who cyber bullied me. mind you, she’s about 65 and im in the 14-16 range for all this. this is all aside from the fact that she was a pedophile preying on young boys. my experience with her is like a really weird spinoff from her general evilness. and also i will say that Sin reached out to me when the site was new and made an effort to make this place really safe and has closely monitored the Luna situation which i really appreciate.

1. 40 designs every 3 days is a huge ask, and it meant that unless you used AI (or posted AI designs), you couldn't keep up. The reduction in stock should make it easier for shop owners who want to use their own designs to thrive, without burning them out. 2. The competition aspect of it is to give the community a chance to vote on which shops they want to support and see stick around. If this ends up introducing some unhealthy price gouging, I'll look into ways of combatting that. Lastly, shop owners have been making 4,000 Koinz per DC (~2500 if we're taking into account the bid). I know even some shop owners can agree, that a small shops nerf was inevitable. We still love and support our shop owners though, and hopefully this change can bring with it some quality designs for us all :-)

People of Kovaze, I've been seeing lots of Royale suggestions and wanted to speak on that. A lot of these suggestions are good in theory, but will often have an impact on another part of the game's design that we may be considering. For example, opening up a second game will slow down enrolment, and when enrolment is slower, premades become more of an issue. I'm calling on those of you who have played a lot and have a genuine idea for the direction that the game's format should go in. I've already heard ideas about having the game be 8 hours, or the map shrinking smaller, but I want these ideas expanded into full concepts. Please take into consideration not only the game itself, but enrolment, and also the longevity of the game. Comment your concepts below and I'll read through each one. Please do NOT post short requests asking me to change one part of the game, as those will be deleted.

This blog is a long jumbled mess but it’s better to say something and sound dumb than to stay silent about stuff like this. I worked closely with Luna in basically every game we played together and she was one of my fave people on the blogs page. Although she is technically under investigation I know that the ban would not have come out of thin air. If this weren’t true she would simply verify that she’s not this person & since that’s not gonna happen I have to assume the allegations are true. My preconceptions of Harpo/Matisse/doll pre-kovaze: I was off tengaged for a long time and I came back when Matisse got perm banned. I heard this user caused a lot of pain in a lot of people. Later I decided to play a Survivor on Zwooper and ended up on a tribe with doll. She backstabbed me and people said “that’s Matisse, and Zwooper only exists as a p*do haven.” So I attacked doll & made blogs about her being problematic & got banned from Zwooper and moved on. From like 2014-2019 I was not active on tg and I wasn’t too interested in finding out what a perm banned user did. Meeting Luna and wrongfully defending her: I met Luna through messyj, and we were like a 4some with austin in all the games we played together. I left Kovaze for about a month bc I sucked at comps and was afraid of old TGers. I returned when someone told me the site had mods and I think it was sam who I first saw accusing her of being Harpo and messyj is jessem backwards. These allegations were being made by people they fought in frenzy so it was hard to believe at first. The short answer is that jessem being forced into this narrative confused me. Since I have my own experiences with that user I was like, so this is made up. I qualified my statement by saying if anyone affected by Harpo accused her then I would be listening and change my opinion. I should have stopped myself from being involved in a conversation I knew nothing about. If she traumatized people who stayed away from this site or if she made people afraid to speak up, I was talking out my ass. I am sorry to the people that I hurt in doing that. My scheming with frostbite: So as Luna and I are becoming close friends she is telling me that one day we need to go on call together. She implied a video call and I didn’t really answer to it bc I was like that’s kinda odd. My plan was that if we ever did go on call, I could take a screenshot and submit to mods to confirm if she is or isn’t Harpo. Since I still have no clue who this person is I approach Frostbite to be like. What is going on here and if she is this dangerous I can help. I joked about it a bunch and eventually Dylan found a pic of her but this plan was like prob never gonna happen. Dylan psycho ass exposes this to her bc I used a veto on his hoh in hysteria (I was woke for doing this btw) and I start apologizing to Luna bc this is my friend who I don’t believe is this problematic person. I’m also like… if she is this person can’t they just perm ban her. A few days pass and Dylan and I talk it out in a Royale. I changed my stance when I heard that there was credible evidence to believe she is who she’s accused of being. At this point my mind is like… well if she’s guilty she’s gonna get banned soon and also I should really step away from this person I blindly trusted for so long. So yes I was being messy but tbh I feel less bad knowing that I’m not the damn groomer in the situation I just wanted to confirm it myself and send evidence to mods. I drew away from her a bit in the last few days so maybe she knew I was getting suspicious. The last week: As many of you know I spent a lot of time modvestigating to hopefully create a better kovaze. As a result of this investigation I wrote out three goals for myself and my mentor. In order of importance. 1. PERM BAN THE ACCUSED PEDOS. If they aren’t pedos they can take a quick video and sort it out for everybody. If they can’t then they have to GO. frostbite and I were fucking debating AUSTRALIAN LAW to mod_raven at like 3am lmfao that fucking idiot queen. 2. Expose the mod power grab & the hypocrisy of clarke (completed) 3. Expose the liar and fraud that is mod lexa (completed) #2 and 3 are stories for another day. But the very top of my priority was to once and for all confirm innocence or guilt for these people accused of horrible crimes. I did not bring forward direct evidence but I did what I could to do push for this to become priority. Thank you Sin for taking action and sorry I’ve been your least favorite user lately. MY APOLOGIES. Sprite since this woman hurt you directly and personally, I am so sorry that I did not make it clear I was a safe person to talk to about this. If I knew about the musical theater involvement I would have been more aware but it’s not on you to warn me of what happened to you. Thank you for sharing your story tonight. To anyone who was a victim of Luna on past sites, I’m so sorry I put the burden of exposing her on you. I’m sorry that you saw me as someone supporting, protecting, and enabling the person who did that to you. If you feel comfortable speaking to me privately please do so I can apologize to you directly. To anyone who has been a victim of predatory behavior on any sites or in any capacity. I’m sorry for supporting someone who was capable of hurting so many people without a second thought. I will do my very best to kick out all types of predators who think Kovaze is safe for them. At the end of the day, I was and still am confident in the abilities of 7/9 of the moderators. I befriended and supported Luna because I knew if she was guilty she would be perm banned. Today she got perm banned. I made a mistake in who I chose to befriend and the moderators made a mistake in letting this go on for so long. I hope we all have learned that some issues need a more proactive approach and we cannot trust everyone who is very nice to us. If you read all of this thank you for reading.

between AI designs and AI slop AI Design: https://kovaze.com/designs/10419 AI Slop: https://kovaze.com/designs/10299 this is the hill i die on idgaf if its over for me im ok with the negs if you are a designer on this site who utilizes AI tools to make stuff, i do not have any issue with you and i respect that youre using what youve got

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Why do you personally not play Hysteria? I'm curious to hear the opinions of those who frown upon it or those who want to play but shy away.

That's What We Mean By Slop. We Want Fashions. Gorgeous Gowns. Stunning Wigs. Dapper Suits For My Boys. What We've Been Seeing Is Not Okay.

🟥 Welcome to the elimination panel kovaze public and my precious models ! 🟥 Judges : Dimitra Marilise brookie hausofkimchi The judges have made their decisions, and the scores are in. Week by week, the competition grows tougher… and one photo can change your entire journey. There are 12 of you standing before me tonight… but only 11 will continue in the competition. I have 11 photos in my hands. These photos represent the models who are still in the running toward becoming the next #DNTM. The model whose photo is not called… must leave the competition. Before see their photoshoot scores , let’s first take a look at the challenge that took place this week. 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 This week’s challenge ( happened on Discord ) took place in front of our special guest designer Morgan The models were asked to pose and show their confidence, expression, and runway presence. Our designer carefully judged their facial expression and their pose, giving each model a score from 1 to 3. Now, let’s take a look at their scores (These scores do not affect the photoshoot, but they will be added to the models’ total scores) melanie - 2 Fiji - 3 ohEMgee - 1.5 AngieKStan - 3 MissChloeKay - 1 biancabae - 1.5 NicoRobin - 0 (Did not submit in time) TrueBlood - 0 (Did not submit in time) Ralts023 - 2.5 desh - 2 Gabs - 3 Jordie - 2.5 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ALSO don’t forget to check the special MAKEOVERS EPISODE ➡️ https://www.kovaze.com/blog/92571 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Let’s see the average score of your photos now #DNTM PHOTOSHOOT 4 : https://www.kovaze.com/blog/92479 📣 Average scores by order 📣 AngieKStan 8.6 🟩BEST PHOTO OF THE WEEK🟩 desh 8.5 Ralts023 8.2 Fiji 8 Gabs 7.7 NicoRobin 7.2 melanie 6.7 ohEMgee 6.3 biancabae 6.2 MissChloeKay 5.6 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 Jordie 5.5 - BOTTOM TWO TrueBlood 5 - BOTTOM TWO 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 BEST PHOTO goes to AngieKStan 📸 congratulations 🥂 Angie ! TrueBlood and Jordie please step forward I can’t believe you both standing here ‼️ 🟥 🟥 🟥 TrueBlood From best photo at bottom two ? I honestly can’t believe you’re standing here — you’re one of the strongest models in the competition, but this photo brought you here. Is your total score, even after losing the challenge, enough for you to continue in the competition? Jordie Also, a strong model stands here. I’m shocked to see you here. You have very good photos every week , and now at bottom two . Your collaboration didn’t go well at all. Is your total score strong enough for you to stay in the competition? ‼️Which model will not receive a photo? And which one will continue in the competition? Let’s take a look at your overall scores so far.‼️ 🟥 🟥 🟥 🟥 🟥 Jordie congratulations, you are still in the running to become the next Top Model. Pull yourself together — we want to see the Jordie we know again. ( TOTAL SCORE : 33.7 ) TrueBlood unfortunately, I’m very sorry, but I don’t have a photo for you. I truly believed you would go very far in this competition, but the overall score always determines the outcome. Standing next to an equally strong model, this is the result. Thank you so much for your participation 🫂, and I’m sure that in a future cycle you will do much better—because that’s what you deserve🥹❤️❤️ ( TOTAL SCORE : 29.5 ) ❌ 12TH TrueBlood ❌

Yes, I am once again here to give my unsolicited opinions on how to make certain game modes even better. This is strictly just me throwing ideas out there because I think there’s a lot of potential to make some of these formats feel fresher and more competitive. For Arena, I keep thinking about how Envious mentioned a long term Arena game with streaks, and honestly I think that could be really fun. I like it because it makes Arena feel a lot more competitive over time instead of everything coming down to one round and that’s it. Streaks would give people something bigger to build toward, make momentum actually matter, and reward people who can stay consistent instead of just surviving one vote or one comp. It also gives more room for storylines, rivalries, and comeback moments instead of the game feeling over the second somebody slips once. Another idea for Arena would be doing some kind of pairs or team format. Like, two people compete together each round, and your success depends on both of you being able to hold your own. That adds another layer because now you have to think about chemistry, balance, and how much you can trust the person you’re tied to. Then to keep it fresh, the winning pair could become a new team, or winners from different matchups could get paired up together after. I think that would make every round feel different and stop the format from getting too repetitive. For Race, I think one really fun twist would be having partners change every round. That keeps people from just getting lucky with one strong partner the whole game, and it also means everyone has to keep adapting. It would test how well people can work with different types of players instead of just locking into one dynamic and riding it out. I also think U-Turns and disadvantages should be used more because that’s where Race can get really interesting. It gives people actual strategic choices, makes decisions matter more, and adds tension instead of it just being a straight run every round. A well used U-Turn or disadvantage can completely shift a round and make things way more memorable. And I also think teams of three could be really fun for Race. Trios would make things more chaotic in a good way because there are more moving parts, more room for strategy, and more chances for team dynamics to either work really well or completely fall apart. It would be a different kind of energy from pairs and could make the mode feel a lot fresher. So yeah, these are just my thoughts, but I do think stuff like this could make the game modes feel newer, more dynamic, and more competitive without losing what already makes them fun. sin kovaze

Ugly every week, from kemiana’s same recycled 20 week old designs to honeys identical wigs all the way to marieves drugged out fuckery It was time for a change I stand with sin

Special Episode : All the models have had their own makeovers — let’s take a look at the before and after. From now on, they will continue with this hair until the end of the competition. Which ones do you like and which ones don’t? #DNTM ‼️ NEW EPISODE / PHOTOSHOOT ‼️ ➡️ https://www.kovaze.com/blog/92479

if you ever had to shave ur pubes in your high school bathroom because you were immediately going to a hotel after school to meet up with your online tengaged boyfriend *puts finger down*

"Royale is perfect as it is" i have a question... are yall on crack??? like genuinely....