
Punkie was doing her rounds. This mainly consisted of the orangeblood juggalo placing pumpkins, slipping brochures under doors, and screaming at the nonbelievers. The orangeblood had started to realize that trolls didn't really listen to a passive, polite troll. If she wanted to save their ******** souls, she was gonna have to go for it, all the way. So, when she heard that there was a new resident, she went to go check them out. Punkie walked up to the door she had seen the moving drones unload things into, and froze.
Oh no, someone moved into
this hive?! The juggalo's eyes went wide, and she scampered down to where her little red wagon sat. Quickly, as time was of the essence, the juggalo shoved all her suplise into a big bag. There were lots of big, fat, punkin scented candles. Many small skinny ones, some chalk, a large bottle of fraygo, and a few other very important ritual items. With her bag all packed, the orangeblood scurried back to the new resident's door, and knocked loudly. She checked her smile, yep, and her makeup, yep yep, she was ready to help save whoever this doomed soul was.