The Moonlight Madness Game Show! (F+/F+)

[AlexUSA3]

Starting from scratch with a new thread after correcting some major issues I noticed in the first version of this story.

The Moonlight Madness Game Show! (F+/F+)
Monday, August 12, 2019

The Moonlight Madness Game Show wasn’t like an ordinary game show by any means. There’s a limited audience, and getting to play was much more exclusive. In fact, it wasn’t even a game in reality despite the name. Hell, it wasn’t even fun, but there was a live audience for what was more like watching gymnasts do their routines on the side of a 500 foot cliff.

"Welcome to the Moonlight Madness Game Show! I'm the host for tonight’s activities, the one and only Roxanne Rutledge!" the camera focuses on Roxanne, wearing a black skirt, a black sleeveless blouse, black pantyhose, and black pumps. Her hair is held back in a black scrunchie.

“Now, I’m a Colonel in the U.S. Army, and my lovely primary assistant is Major Julia Pulaski. I lean on her for everything, but we can’t forget sweet First Lieutenants Jessica Sanders and Hilary Knoll. We’ll post a lovely little infographic so you can see.”



I’m just sitting here in the audience minding my own business, and that infographic hits me like a box of rocks. The phrases “sadist Roxanne,” “crafting the torments,” and “profanely jams a gag” do not help my confidence in this at all. And look at those job titles: “Head of Behavioral Endurance Testing” is just a flowery government job. They didn’t tell us it was a God-forsaken psychiatric unit that was leading this “group exercise with potential for promotion”!

“Oh… Ha ha! Someone is so funny with those descriptions. I wouldn’t do such things, would I? That picture someone picked for me is so unflattering,” Roxanne laughs it off, “It makes me look like a sick freak who’d get a kick out of spanking innocent beautiful young doctors and nurses in a M*A*S*H* unit. I’m not, am I?” she puts some P.R. spin on the figure, “So funny, isn’t it?”

“Anyway!” Julia takes over the limelight for the moment, “Our first contest is First Lieutenant Sarah Johnson, a southern belle and paramedic!”

Sarah is wearing a red one-piece swimsuit and a white bandana headband. She blushes a bit and curtsies at the announcement of her name before she takes a seat on a wooden chair.

"Contestant #2 is Captain Karina Nilsson, Battlefield Surgeon!" Julia dramatically points to the door into the big room. Karina enters and smiles, unaware of the impending debauchery.

Karina has a purple two-piece swimsuit and a purple bandana headband. Roxanne can’t resist a dig, “Hmmm, a lovely specimen. I see blue-eyed girls are in season at the 4707 M*A*S*H*. It takes guts to put guts back in a guy. Does she have enough guts to handle me though?”

"Contestant #3 is First Lieutenant Missy Mischief!" Julia points to Missy, who has a pink bikini, “A General Surgeon who is due for a promotion. Maybe she’ll be Major Missy Mischief soon?”

Missy enters the room and takes a seat with the other two. All of them are wearing swim wear to a military exercise? What is the meaning of this nonsense? They’re all uneasy about this. From Missy’s navel, a bright navel piercing shines in the light. The pink bikini is just too cheerful.

"Contestant #4 is Second Lieutenant Star Blue!" the Major takes twisted pleasure in the unease of the girls upon entry, “This rookie OR Nurse is a softy. Just look at that figure!”

“Just look in her eyes. She’s screwed,” Roxanne says and laughs, “Ahhhhh ha ha haaaaa!”

Star anxiously takes a seat with the others. She has a black bikini and is already terrorized.

“Lastly, Contestant #5 is Major Destiny Child, Head Nurse at the 4707 M*A*S*H*!” Julia gets to welcome one last contest, “Take it away, Colonel Rutledge. And,” she laughs, “Be mean.”



“Da f-ck did I sign up for?” Destiny takes a seat and looks around the room, “Keep calm, girls,” the Major’s brown two piece swimsuit and bandana headband give her an edge of confidence.

Roxanne struts around the room enjoying the nervous squirm of the five girls. Destiny’s tanned skin and brown eyes stand out like a sore thumb with only Sarah having a matching tan. There’s an atmosphere of tension that could be cut with a knife. The five medical unit officers look like they’re out of their element, but they’re used to intense psychological pressure from the job.

“I’ll answer that rhetorical question, Major Child” Roxanne smiles, “Bon-dage. You signed up for being bondage endurance subjects. You’ll have lots of fun and discover new things about yourselves; I promise you will,” there’s a twisted wickedness in her smile as she accepts several zip ties from Jessica, the shorter assistant with platinum blonde hair and blue-gray eyes.

The four girls go around the room, with Roxanne personally accosting Major Child. Each of the five subjects has her wrists and elbows zipped to the sides of the back of the chair; they’re stuck. There is no going back at this point; they will have to find out what Colonel Rutledge is giving to them. The perfectly shiny wooden flooring, the windows that line the exterior walls of the room, and the lights above make it feel more appropriate for a ball or watching a movie, not an exercise in cruelty, physical torture designed to cause mental suffering, and psychological abuse.

“Colonel, they’re ready for whatever you wish to do first,” Julia takes a sinister bow.

Destiny is stiff and tense, breathing out her nose with deep, strong breaths. Karina seems to be unfazed by this development, as if she sees through Roxanne. Sarah is cool and calm, but she’s clearly concerned by the possibilities. Missy is already squirming, and Star is wide-eyed. Fear is a weakness at this point, and Roxanne knows how to push buttons very well.

“We’ll start simple,” Roxanne practically purrs and claps her hands for her assistants to act, “Six zip ties each along your legs. Soon you will understand what exactly is happening to all of you.”

“As the head nurse in my unit, I want to know whatcha got planned for my girls,” Destiny snarls at Roxanne, “This is f-cking insanity! I signed up for a training exercise,” her teeth are gritted.

“Yeah, Rutledge!” Karina gets quite attitudinal with her captor, “What’s going on—OWWW!”

“You!” Roxanne finishes the slap of Karina’s thigh, “First names or proper military address!”

“This sounds,” Star rolls her eyes, “about as fun as the extraction of my upper wisdom teeth.”

“Ahhhhh ha ha haaaaa!” that gives the Colonel a grin, “That’ll be pleasant compared to this.”

“What is this?” Karina is enraged now, “A training exercise, bondage, or humiliation!?”

“You don’t understand,” the Colonel squeezes Karina’s cheek and sweetly whispers, “All three.”

The word “c-nt” flew off the mouths of Karina, Destiny, and Star without remorse. Sarah had to blush a little because she didn’t approve of such language, and even Missy considered such to be too profane. There was an agreement with the spirit behind the words, though. I won’t print the horrible language, but Destiny led the charge to profanely defy Colonel Roxanne Rutledge.

Roxanne simply strutted around the room, putting her hands on each girl’s shoulder, taking their chins in her hands like she was studying a mere specimen, and muttering things to herself about her plans or some other inimical secrets that she held in the void where normal people have their heart. She enjoyed the flurries of profanity and seemed charmed to evoke such strong imagery in such a short amount of time. She was feeding off the distress of her M*A*S*H* captives.

"My dears, I think you need to be humbled," Roxanne's voice is ominous as she approaches Karina and touches Karina's swimsuit, "Darn,” the tone drips with mockery, "I'll need scissors to get this off. Miss Sanders, would you hand me a pair of emergency shears? Miss Nilsson has an urgent need for them,” the sadist enjoys the moment with pomp and circumstance, “Thank you.”

“You wouldn’t f-cking dare?!” Karina slams the chair down with great force, “Be glad these zips are holding me down because otherwise I’d have thrown you off the deck already!”

“There is no way I am letting my swimsuit come off,” Sarah is firm, “None whatsoever. You can do as you wish to me, but I am not baring my breasts for anyone, let alone a sadistic worm.”

“Fine,” Roxanne cuts at Karina’s swimsuit, “Miss Pulaski, please take Lieutenant Johnson out of the game. Move her into the second phase. Miss Sanders, have fun. Miss Knoll, assist us.”

“I said not to do that!” again, Cap. Nilsson shrieks while the scissors chop away, “NO! Assssss!”

"Nice navel piercing," Missy compliments Karina to distract herself from her cold sweat, "Sweet abs too. Nice bust. Heh. I hope you think mine's as nice," but Missy is sweating bullets.

Roxanne enjoys the moment, savoring fondling of Hannah’s breasts like a glass of fine wine. An atmosphere of fear always suppresses some portions of resistance, and this moment was just like any other such moment. One by one, Roxanne exposed Star and then Missy, whimpers escaping their lips at the forced exposure. Each lost her top, and each was fondled with sadistic pleasure.

“F-ck ya’self, b-tch!” Destiny snarls and slams her chair like Karina had slammed hers before.

“Ahhhhh ha ha haaaaa! Major Child, your name is so apropos. So childish; so defiant,” Colonel Rutledge puts a hand on Destiny’s head, “Keep at it, and I’ll dub you ‘Major Pain-in-the-Ass.’”

"F-ckin’ c-cks-ckin’ motherf-cker!" the Major had absolutely no filter, “Lick my p-ssy dry!”

“Miss Knoll, Miss Pulaski, gag these girls. Sponges for the lieutenants. Ball gags for the tough girls,” the fire of fury had been lit in Roxanne’s eyes, “Those two need a harsh lesson in control.”

“When I’m outta ‘dis, I’ll practice dental extractions on yer f-ckin’ jaw, you ass-faced weasel!”

“Ohhhhhh,” Roxanne blatantly fingered her own crotch, “This is going to be a good night!”

“Oh, geez, one o’ ‘dese!” Destiny says before a 2.5 inch pink ball gag silences her, “Huhherth!”

Another ball gag, also pink, but 2 inches, silences Karina. Sponges are jammed in the other two girl’s mouths, and several wraps of black vet wrap, first several of a cleave gag and then several of an OTM wrap gag, hold them in silence. The die was cast when they entered the room; now a fight to survive was underway. Who could hold up against the wickedness of Colonel Rutledge?

Destiny’s swearing continued, but she was obviously tired by this. Roxanne is handed something by her assistants: a soaking wet, white bandana—Sarah Johnson’s. They all look at each other in panic: What was done to their friend? They’re all in danger, but what kind of danger awaited all of them as they proceeded to endure new challenges… and suffer defeat? The first danger came with a snap of Roxanne's fingers. Major Pulaski and Lieutenant's Knoll and Sanders arrived with cans of refrigerated soda. Almost ice cold. Each girl got a can right in her lap.

“Those cans are awfully cold,” Roxanne puts a finger to her lip, “It’d be a shame if you couldn’t handle the chilliness and had to throw them off your laps to find any relief.”

“Hmmmmph!” almost on cue Star throws the can to the floor out of morbid curiosity, and Major Child defiantly follows suit, proudly saying, “Ah -ih ih huth- hor -ou.”

“Hmmmm, tsk, tsk,” Roxanne picks up the cans, “Lieutenant Blue seems to be playing with me, but you, Major Pain-in-the-Ass, seem to have a very different motive. Defiance is punished.”

Roxanne looks at the cans and studies them. She analyzes them like they’re the most interesting cans of ginger ale she ever saw in her life. She takes one of them, cracks it open, and takes a big gulp from the can. Her eyes brighten, clearly her favorite soda. It’s a brief moment of mirth, and the smile continues even as she takes the other can, shakes it up, and opens it in Destiny’s face.

“Blugh!” Destiny isn’t expecting this and starts to tip the chair, but Roxanne grabs her by the hair to finish the spraying phase before pouring the balance of the can onto Destiny’s head, covering her in sticky soda. Roxanne then swirls the can, finishes it, and calls for Lieutenant Knoll, who throws Sarah Johnson’s bandana onto the floor in between all four girls.

“Lay them on their backs; put the cans in that perfect valley between their tits,” Roxanne orders.

Each chair is laid upon its back on the floor, and Major Destiny Child, Captain Karina Nilsson, First Lieutenant Missy Mischief, and Second Lieutenant Star Blue each get a can of soda placed in the valley between their breasts while they stare up at the ceiling. They are forced to endure if they are to remain in Roxanne’s good graces. But for how long can they handle such insanity?

Star is no glutton for sustained torture though. Cold is one thing for a Minnesota native who just loves the snow, but for a can of soda to take up residence in such a personal location is more than she can bear. She shakes and shakes, humiliating herself with a boob jiggle, so she can throw the can of soda onto the floor. She’d rather suffer than deal with this kind of nonsense. A promotion isn’t worth putting up with Roxanne’s games, but what games await her now?

“Lieutenant,” Roxanne gasps, “You failed! Oh, my gosh! You failed. That’s too bad. We’re not going to take you away from your friends yet. Oh, no. Major Pulaski and Lieutenant Shockman, sit Lieutenant Blue facing that windowless corner with only a wand for company.”

“Yes, Colonel,” Lieutenant Shockman salutes her commanding officer with dehumanizing joy.

“Rox,” Major Pulaski shows just how friendly she is with Colonel Rutledge, “Thank you.”

The other three… the three survivors continue looking up at the ceiling, the cans remaining right where they’d been placed. There was a detectable grit in Captain Nilsson’s deep breaths. How did she remain so calm even while snarling, even while angry? How did Major Child maintain a defiant growl while having agency and humanity stripped from her? Lieutenant Mischief did not have these traits, this ability to endure both psychological and physical pain.

That’s why Colonel Rutledge claps her hands. That’s why each of the girls is tortured with a pair of binder clips on her nipples. That’s why a long string is connected to each pair of clips. That’s why rope runs from the string, to a pulley in the ceiling, and down to a bucket. That’s why each of the three soulless assistants, every 30 seconds, pours another cup of water into the bucket.

“As you can see,” Roxanne stood there proudly surveying the scene, “It’s not just bon-dage but also domination. Subjugation. Manipulation. You see, my dears,” the philosophical maniac strutted around the room, “The acronym B-D-S-M can mean many things. Here, though, that B has a strict meaning. The other letters, though. Devastation. Submission. Masochism. Death. Snuff. Malice. Defiance. Sadism. Masturbation,” and on cue she disgustingly grabs her own crotch again and almost shudders with satisfaction, “Deployment. Surgery. M*A*S*H* Units. It can mean anything I want, but you don’t get a choice at all in what it means. You’re all just surgeons, nurses, paramedics, and lab techs and so forth, obeying orders. Me? My order is do whatever I damn well please. If that means,” she then throws Major Child’s own words back at her, “Making you lick my p-ssy dry, so be it. Feel the weight, ladies? It’s all in your head.”

One cup of water every 30 seconds quickly adds up even if the pulley reliefs a little bit of pain; a five gallon bucket can hold up to 40 pounds, which roughly translates to each binder clip having to hold 10 pounds of weight if the bucket is full and we assume the pulley takes half the weight. It’s not a winning prospect. She realizes that the psychological weight might make them handle less pain than they really can handle under ordinary, more voluntary conditions. Manipulation.

The pull on each girl's nipples intensifies with each cup of water Major Pulaski and Lieutenants Knoll and Shockman add to the buckets. There is a silent suffering happening among the three captives. No one wants to surrender, to be the one who gives Colonel Rutledge the satisfaction of pushing her too far. The white bandana that sits in the middle of the room, even if no one can see it at the moment, reminds them of the horrid possibilities that might lay ahead of them. That distinctive hum coming from the corner is accompanied by agonized groans from involuntary but forced processes. This is beyond cruelty; it's inhuman. Yes, Roxanne is barely human, indeed.

“Pain is a good test,” Roxanne casually sips her soda, “Separates the weak civilian nurses from the military officers,” she drinks in the moment, “Shows me who has the fortitude to survive.”

How much can a girl handle though? Missy seems too fragile for this kind of test. Pain covers her face. She’s becoming wide-eyed and sweating bullets. It's obvious to all who can see that she cannot take much more. Her whimpering fills the room, and she is squirming too. Destiny and Karina remain strong and steely-eyed despite the circumstances. Then a shriek of surrender.

“Well, well, well, Missy, thanks for playing. Enjoy another six months as Lieutenant, my dear,” a sick smile is one her face, “Miss Shockman, remove Lieutenant Mischief from the game. That test was a good way to weed her out, the weaking. Weakness like that is sickening. So, my two ball gagged beauties, you each get a wand to make you happy just like Lieutenant Blue!”

The transition from zip ties to speaker wire begins. Each girl has her arms in a boxtie behind her back with a harness and a crotch wire. The coated wire is strict and effective, and the crotch wire even has some extra knots put into right over the crotch itself. The wire then ties their legs at the ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. This is tight. This is effective. This is hopeless.

Just as quickly, the gags are swapped for red 2.25 inch head harness ball gags, a slight drop from the 2.5 inch that had gagged Destiny before, but it's a test for Karina. The straps are tightened so that they cannot spit out the gags. The color on the gag seems off to me, and almost immediately a perturbed look fills each officer's face. Captain Nilsson and Major Child exchange a look, and their faces screw up while their mouths seem to almost cleave to the bright red balls. The goons all laugh because they're just following Colonel Rutledge’s orders even if they joyfully follow.

“Oh, I treated those well,” Roxanne pulls each of Karina’s leather harness straps cruelly tight, as if her lackies weren't cruel enough, “It's just coated in a special mixture we whipped up. Some glycerin to make it thick and sticky and hold the powders,” she tightens Destiny's straps, too, “A bit of corn starch for body. Vinegar for sting and so we can alllll watch you drooooolllllll. Alum to make your mouths and tongues suck right up to the beautiful red orb. And salt to ensure you droooooollllllll all over my freshly polished floors. Oh, won’t it be wonderful?”

That brutal wire appears in Roxanne's personal hands. With a laugh, she hogties each of them to complete the subjugation of their bodies. Using the same pulleys as before, she hoists each high into the hair into a suspension, dangling from her knees. Like I said, the suspension rope (yes, it is not wire) goes to the pulley above, but it goes to another pulley, and it goes down to their chest harnesses. They cannot spin around, and they are positioned facing each other. It is brutal, and it is uncomfortable. It's perfect in Roxanne's eyes.

The dominatrix stands in between the captives and joy twists each of their clamps. A shriek fills the room in a way that makes me uncomfortable, but Roxanne, Julia, and the assistants drink like it's the sweet nectar of life. Roxanne shows how sick she is by grabbing each girl by the hair and rubbing their face against her crotch. This woman is a monster, and she sits down on the floor in between the captives to finish her masturbation that includes a shrill squeak of satisfaction.

“That was so GOOD!” Roxanne stands, “Rarely do I enjoy this game that much!”

But all Karina and Destiny can do is drool. Neither really cares about Roxanne anymore. They'd been through enough to see through the Colonel, but they still had to endure the physical torment and the disgusting displays. Their mouths cleaved to the gags; the wands purred away, trying to rob their own autonomy; the position put stress on their bodies and crotches; the drool humiliated both of them. It was a hopeless situation to escape, but could they survive the tests?

Major Pulaski and Lieutenants Knoll and Shockman almost laugh with Roxanne. Such behavior is apparently normal for Roxanne, and this slightly shifts control back to the villains. Their pleasure does not disturb Karina or Destiny. They're fighters, and their steely gazes prove there's a lot of experience in their pockets. Even as the drool flows in big blobs off the ball gags and to the floor below, they don't break despite being inverted. Normal is whatever Roxanne wishes. If Roxanne wants to take out camouflage bandanas and blindfold her captives, then it's normal.

Roxanne repeats the disgusting action of rubbing her captives face against her crotch. She might have seemed disgusting before, but Destiny flinched the first time. A crack in the defenses. The deplorable self-satisfaction was nothing but hedonistic pleasure, but the act of using the captive's faces for it was a calculated tactic, a deliberate method. Roxanne is sick and clever.

"It's so much easier when I can't see your eyes," Roxanne cackles, "Even I sometimes a bit bad if I see puppy eyes. But must you droooollll so much? I mean," she pauses a moment, "Those floors were freshly polished, and Lieutenant Knoll will have to clean up afterwards. Oh, isn't bondage such fun? Bondage. Domination. Subjugation. Masturbation. Right? Ah, that's right? It's my game,” that wicked laugh, “Ahhhhh ha ha haaaaa! My game! My toys.”

Then Roxanne pulls the strings taut and connects them with a ziptie so that gravity exerts a harsh and constant pull upon their nipples. It's a calculated act. She can see the difference in Destiny's body language. The wand, the pain, the bondage, and the manipulation are wearing her down. A weakness. Yes, it was a weakness to Colonel Rutledge, and it must be exploited immediately.

“You thought you were tough with your bandanas. Nonsense. Pathetic!” Roxanne taunts them.

“Gmmmmmm,” Destiny responds with the sound of involuntary orgasm, but the other is silent.

“Oh, such beautiful sounds, the sound of autonomy being stolen. Degradation. Yes, yes, that is right,” Roxanne almost chants it, “Bondage. Degradation. Sensuality. Manipulation. But you,” she turns to Karina, “I’d love to get to break you to bits, but it appears tonight's alllllllllll yours.”

The glycerin makes the gag and drool seem heavy in their mouths. The vinegar stings and forces a constant flow of drool. The alum practically suctions their mouths to the big red gags. The salt makes it all worse—the drool, the sting, and the suction. The drool freely flows, the harnesses so tight that they will leave dents that will take hours to fade. Roxanne cleverly tied the blindfolds under the harnesses and redid the straps so that the bandanas cannot be shaken off their eyes.

That serpentine dominatrix might be short, but she's clever. The pain caused to both girls due to the strain put on their nipples through gravity doesn't bother Roxanne. She wants to use Destiny to masturbate. It's disgusting. It's horrible. It's debased. It's inhuman. It's a calculated move, a desire to exploit a weakness, one that she sees so clearly. Destiny starts howling and snarling in a frantic attempt to get away from her assailant. The shrill squeak of satisfaction follows, and it is followed by a squeak of desperation. Destiny has lost; her buttons have been pushed too far.

“Oh, how wonderful! Jules, lower the potential future Colonel from the suspension. I need time with MajorNilsson. Lieutenant Shockman, take Miss Blue. Miss Blue and Miss Child will need to be removed from the game room altogether. Thank you.”

Karina dangles from the ceiling. Drooling. Twitching from the wand and crotch rope. Keeping strong. Wincing from the binder clips on her boobs. Twisting in the harsh speaker wire. Feeling that her victory is pyrrhic at best. Massive streams of drool fall off the ball gag, and the calm is a bit unsettling, almost as unsettling as the game itself.

Such fortitude! Karina hadn't orgasmed once in all that torture despite all she had experienced at Roxanne's hands. She might have been trapped in a speaker wire hogtie, but even her puddle of drool was smaller than Destiny's. This one was tough as nails and seemingly impossible to break despite Roxanne's desire to try. In fact, she starts by using Karina's face to masturbate. Colonel Rutledge enjoys on last squeak, crouches down beside the winner, and grins.

“Major Nilsson, you won,” Roxanne removes the gag, “How does it feel?”
“It’ll feel good after I personally kill you,” Karina responds in a sharp, impatient manner.
“You're impressive. You're not slightly disarmed by my tests and could take another 2 hours…”
“Shut the f-ck up, Colonel, and just untie me. I have no use for you,” the captive takes charge.
“Breaking you would make me so freaking wet,” Roxanne clasps her hands together.
“Spare me the bullsh-t! Untie me with your own two hands!”

Roxanne rolls her eyes and understands that there is no talking to Karina. She lowers Karina to the floor and slowly undoes the wires. That Roxanne removes the blindfold last reveals that she is afraid of Karina. There is an aura about Karina. Justice. Nobility. Poise. Qualities that are all lacking in Roxanne Rutledge. Once free, Karina walks up to Roxanne and wordlessly pushes her down to the floor before setting off to retrieve her friends and colleagues.

Roxanne waits for Karina to leave before getting up and dusting herself off. She laughs, shakes her head, and accepts a shot glass of heavy liquor from Julia. They've been through this so many times before, and they’ll do it again to others. They drink their liquor without impunity, and they almost seem to be congratulating themselves for a job well done.

"This job sucks," Roxanne groans, "I never thought I'd be paid to torture military officers to see which one is Army Strong,”, she says it mockingly, “to earn a promotion. Major, I'm tired."

"Go to bed, Colonel. At least we don't have to do it for another week," Julia says wryly.

"Whoopee. I needed that shot of whiskey after that, but, you know," Rox grins a little, "There is part of me that loves it all so damn much. I thought I looked pretty darned sexy there when I did the dirty thing with those two dumb b-tches."

“I’ll have you court-martialed for this!” Major Child yells as she leads her team off the yacht, “I hate you God forsaken psychiatric human c-cks-ckin’ sacks uh sh-t.”

“You do that!” Julia taunts them, “You’ll only embarrass yourselves.”

Major Pulaski, Lieutenants Knoll and Shockman, and Colonel Rutledge laugh heartily, knowing they will get to do it again and again as long as someone over Roxanne's head wants it done…

[Caesar73]

I do like the Concept of the Show and how it unfolds so far. The Author has created a Collection of interessting Characters. I am looking forward to the next Part!

[LunaDog]

It was well worth it, my friend. Re-starting that is.