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I'm Kovaze's weakest link overall

That's why I'm dressed like this, in case you were wondering

nick get the fuck off

when she posts a parody amidst a geopolitical controversy https://www.tiktok.com/@w4it1ngroom/video/7521889991694224662

Povaze is out there using Trump gifs like it's funny! You make a huge fuss when you see me being sarcastic and using reality TV quotes, as if it's the worst thing in the world, and you turn a blind eye to this sicko Povaze as if he's doing nothing wrong. THAT'S WHY THE WORLD IS GOING SO BADLY. PREVIOUS GENERATIONS IN NORTH AMERICA WORKED HARD ENOUGH TO MAKE THIS COUNTRY A HUGE POWER, AND UNFORTUNATELY, TODAY THIS COUNTRY IS FULL OF PASSIVE PEOPLE WITH A SERIOUS COGNITIVE DEFICIENCY. You'd probably still keep your heads down eating canned beans even if a bomb fell next to your house. Bye

There are people whose presence announces itself even before they speak — in your case, Glitter, unfortunately it is not because of the shine your name suggests, but due to a breath that seems to carry echoes of poorly digested decisions and even worse intentions. You move among others like a drawing-room strategist, the kind who confuses manipulation with intelligence. You observe, calculate, distort… and smile as if no one notices. But they do — many simply choose silence over the exhaustion of dealing with this constant performance. And, of course, there is the intimidation factor. Not only in your expansive posture, but in the way you occupy space — physical and social — as if that alone were an argument. As though the sheer volume of your presence could replace a lack of legitimacy. Some give in, not because they agree, but because it is easier than confronting the spectacle. In the end, what remains is a curious aura: someone who believes they are leading everyone around them, when in reality, they are slowly pushing each one further away. Soon you will be alone. Just you and that four-month-old piece of chicken stuck between your teeth.

https://kovaze.com/frenzy/15250

stop seeing this human garbage as a JOKE/MEME and learn to READ so they can vote in elections? https://kovaze.com/blog/106799 Open the schools!

Today, we stand at the summit of a hard-fought battle—a moment carved out of resilience, courage, and unwavering belief. This victory is not just mine; it belongs to all who stood beside me, who refused to bend in the face of darkness, and who chose strength when surrender would have been easier. There were moments when the path seemed uncertain, when shadows loomed large and the weight of opposition threatened to break our spirit. But we did not falter. We did not retreat. We rose—again and again—until the tide turned in our favor. Let it be known, clearly and without hesitation: the malignant forces that once stood against us have been defeated. The chaos, the doubt, the obstacles embodied by Bubba and Gabs—those forces no longer hold power here. Their influence has crumbled under the force of unity, determination, and truth. But no victory is ever achieved alone. To my incredible friends, BRAT and ZsolDrew—this triumph shines because of you. Your loyalty was unshakable. Your strength carried me through moments of doubt. You reminded me who I was when the world tried to tell me otherwise. You stood not behind me, not ahead of me, but beside me—exactly where true allies belong. BRAT, your fire, your relentless spirit, your refusal to accept defeat—it fueled this entire journey. And ZsolDrew, your wisdom, your calm in the storm, your belief in something greater—those were the foundations upon which this victory was built. This moment is proof that when we stand together, when we trust each other, when we refuse to be divided—no force, no matter how persistent or deceptive, can overcome us. So today, we celebrate not just the end of a battle, but the beginning of something greater. A future where we move forward stronger, wiser, and more united than ever before. Let this victory echo. Let it be remembered. Let it be a warning to any force that dares to rise against us again: We are not easily shaken. We are not easily broken. And we do not lose. Thank you. https://kovaze.com/frenzy.php?gameid=14949

https://kovaze.com/frenzy/14949

Photoshoot of the main characters: Ribs Bubba Fran BRAT Gabs StayC Kimmie Photoshoot of the villains: Poof Glitter Jaded Cristi Torimarie Melanie Chapter One: https://kovaze.com/blog/106180 Chapter Two: https://kovaze.com/blog/106191 Chapter Three: https://kovaze.com/blog/106199

https://kovaze.com/race/14951

Previously on… Chapter Two: https://kovaze.com/blog/106191 ---------------------------------- Chapter Three: The knock didn’t stop. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Round two?” Glitter mouthed again, her smile stretching just a little too far. “Don’t look at her,” BRAT said, low and sharp. “Nobody look at them.” But it was impossible not to. They were everywhere now. Closer than before. Encircling the car like predators that had already tasted blood. “Okay…” Gabs whispered, forcing herself to think. “Okay, listen to me. This place—it’s not normal. The road loops, they reset… so we stop playing by their rules.” “And what does that mean?” Bubba asked, voice shaking. “It means we don’t run blindly again,” Gabs said. “We move together. We pick a direction. We don’t panic.” “We’re way past panic,” Fran muttered. Outside, Poof stepped forward again. But this time— He wasn’t smiling. “Y’all don’t understand yet,” he said, voice calm, almost patient. “This town… it don’t let go.” “Then we break it,” BRAT shot back. Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement. “No,” he said softly. “You don’t break Dry Creek.” He tilted his head slightly. “Dry Creek breaks you.” A chill ran through all of them. “Why?” StayC suddenly asked, her voice trembling but loud enough. “Why are you doing this?!” Silence. For the first time— The group outside shifted. Jaded glanced at Poof. Melanie crossed her arms tighter. Torimarie stopped whispering. And then— Poof smiled again. But it was different now. Colder. “You really don’t get it?” he said. “You came here.” “We got LOST!” Gabs snapped. “No,” Poof replied. “You were brought here.” That landed heavy. “What does that even mean?” Bubba whispered. “It means,” Jaded stepped forward now, voice cutting through the air, “this town chooses.” A beat. Then she pointed. At them. “It chose you.” “No,” Fran shook her head. “No, that’s insane—” “Is it?” Glitter laughed softly. “Six girls. One road that doesn’t exist. One town that isn’t on any map.” Her eyes gleamed. “You really think that’s random?” Inside the car, fear shifted. Into something worse. Understanding. “We’re not the first…” StayC said slowly. Melanie smiled. “Not even close.” Silence swallowed the space again. Then Gabs exhaled sharply. “Enough.” She reached for the door— —but someone moved faster. The door swung open. StayC stepped out. “WAIT—!” Bubba grabbed at her, but missed. “StayC, what are you doing?!” “We can’t stay in there,” StayC said, her voice shaking—but determined. “They want us scared. Frozen. Easy.” “Get back in the car!” BRAT snapped. “No,” StayC said, standing her ground. “They said the town chooses, right?” Poof watched her closely. Interested. “Then let it choose me.” “StayC, STOP—” Fran’s voice cracked. StayC took another step forward. “I’m not running,” she said. “So what now?” A long pause. The air felt thick. Heavy. Then— Poof chuckled. Low. Satisfied. “There it is,” he said. “That’s what we’ve been waiting for.” Gabs froze. “No…” she whispered. “No, no, no—” “What are you talking about?” Bubba asked. Jaded stepped closer, eyes locked on StayC. “Fear fades,” she said. “Screaming gets boring.” Glitter tilted her head. “But choice?” she added. “That’s interesting.” Understanding hit all at once. Hard. “They don’t just kill…” Gabs said, her voice hollow. “They test,” BRAT finished. Poof nodded slowly. “Now you’re getting it.” StayC didn’t move. Didn’t back down. “So I pass or what?” she said, forcing defiance into her voice. A smile crept across Poof’s face. “You pass,” he said. Relief flickered— Too fast. “—to the next part.” Everything snapped. Melanie moved first. Fast. Too fast. She grabbed StayC from behind— StayC struggled, elbowing hard, breaking free for a second— “RUN!” Gabs screamed— But Cristi was already there. Blocking. Jaded stepped in. Precise. Calculated. This wasn’t chaos. It was choreography. “No—NO—!” StayC fought, kicking, swinging— But there were too many. Poof walked forward slowly as they restrained her. Calm. In control. “You wanted to be chosen,” he said. StayC spat toward him. “Go to hell.” He smiled. “We are hell.” Fran was screaming now. Bubba tried to get out of the car— BRAT held her back again. “You’ll die too!” “We can’t just WATCH!” But they were. They had no choice. They were too slow. Too late. Torimarie’s whisper rose again, louder than ever now. A chant. Something ritualistic. Something wrong. StayC’s struggles weakened as they forced her backward. Toward the same dark gap between buildings. The same place. “No—PLEASE—!” Fran sobbed. Gabs couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Poof stopped just before the shadows. He looked back at the car. At the five— No. At the four. And smiled. “This is how you learn,” he said. Then— They pulled StayC into the darkness. Her scream tore through the town— Raw. Desperate. Cut short. A wet sound followed. Final. Silence. Again. The group stepped back out slowly. Unshaken. Unhurried. Glitter brushed her hands off. Jaded exhaled. Melanie cracked her neck again. Cristi smirked faintly. Torimarie went quiet. And Poof— Poof looked directly at the car. At the survivors. Now only four. His voice carried clearly through the still air. “Next time,” he said, “don’t wait so long to choose.” Inside the car— Something broke. Not just fear. Hope. Because now they understood. Dry Creek didn’t just trap you. It studied you. Pushed you. Waited. Until you made a move. And then— It decided what you were worth. Four had survived. For now. But the real horror wasn’t being hunted anymore. It was knowing— The game had rules. And Poof was the one making them.

Previously on… Chapter One: https://kovaze.com/blog/106180 ----------- Chapter Two: The silence didn’t break. It stretched. Pressed. Crushed. Inside the car, no one moved. No one breathed. “...she’s gone,” Fran whispered, her voice hollow, like something inside her had already shut down. “Don’t say that,” Gabs snapped—but it came out weak. Fragile. “She’s GONE!” Fran cried, breaking. “They—did you SEE—?!” “STOP!” Ribs slammed her hand against the wheel. “Stop it—just stop!” Outside, the group hadn’t left. Poof. Glitter. Jaded. Melanie. Cristi. Torimarie. They stood exactly where they were. Watching. Waiting. Like nothing had happened. Like Kimmie had never existed. “They’re not even hiding it…” StayC murmured, shaking. “They don’t care,” BRAT said, jaw tight. “They don’t need to.” A slow creak echoed through the air. The gas station sign above them flickered once. Twice. Then steadied. “We need to go. NOW,” Bubba said, panic rising. “Drive—just DRIVE!” “I’m trying!” Ribs turned the key again. The engine coughed. Struggled. Then— ROARED to life. Hope exploded inside the car. “YES—GO!” Gabs shouted. Ribs slammed her foot on the gas. The car lurched forward— —but something slammed onto the hood. A body. Cristi. She hit hard, palms flat against the windshield, her face inches away from them. Smiling. “OH MY GOD—!” Fran screamed. “KEEP GOING!” BRAT yelled. Ribs didn’t hesitate. She floored it. Cristi clung for a second— Then slid off the hood with a thud, disappearing behind them. “Don’t stop—don’t stop—DON’T STOP!” StayC cried. The road stretched ahead. Dark. Endless. “Where’s the exit?!” Bubba twisted around, looking back. “Where’s the road we came from?!” “It should be RIGHT THERE!” Gabs said, turning, frantic. But behind them— There was no town. No gas station. No sign. Just trees. Thick. Closing in. “No…” Gabs whispered. “No, that’s not possible—” “We drove straight,” Ribs said, her voice dropping. “We didn’t turn. We didn’t—” “Then WHERE IS IT?!” Fran shouted. The car sped forward. Minutes passed. Or seconds. Time felt wrong. The forest didn’t change. Didn’t thin. Didn’t end. “I don’t like this,” StayC said, gripping the seat. “I really don’t like this—” “Just keep going,” BRAT said. “Eventually we’ll hit something. A highway. A house. ANYTHING.” A shape appeared ahead. Relief surged— “LIGHTS!” Bubba pointed. “There—there—!” A building. Familiar. Too familiar. “No…” Gabs said slowly. The car rolled closer. Closer. The crooked sign came into view. Broken. Faded. **WELCOME TO DRY CREEK** Silence detonated inside the car. “No, no, NO—!” Fran shook her head violently. “We LEFT—we LEFT!” “We didn’t,” Ribs said, barely breathing now. The gas station stood ahead. Exactly the same. Exactly where they started. And in front of it— They were there. Waiting. Again. Unmoved. Unchanged. Poof smiled wider this time. Glitter let out a soft laugh. Jaded crossed her arms, almost bored. Melanie cracked her neck. Cristi stood upright again. Unhurt. Torimarie whispered louder now. “They reset…” Bubba said, voice trembling. “They actually reset…” “We’re trapped,” StayC said. “No,” Gabs said, shaking her head, backing away from the idea. “No, there has to be a way out. There HAS to be—” The engine died. On its own. Click. Everything went still. Again. Footsteps. Slow. Surrounding them. Again. “They’re not letting us leave,” BRAT said quietly. “No,” Ribs replied. Her hands tightened on the wheel. “They’re not letting us survive.” A knock. This time on the back window. Fran turned slowly. Too slowly. Glitter stood there, inches from the glass. Her smile wider than before. “Round two?” she mouthed. Fran let out a broken sob. Outside, the circle closed tighter. Closer than before. More confident. More certain. Because now— There were only five. And Dry Creek had already learned how they run. This time— It wouldn’t let them get far.

NicoRobin

The road wasn’t supposed to exist. “I’m telling you, this is wrong,” Gabs said, her voice edged with frustration as she tapped her phone again and again. “We should’ve hit the interstate already.” “Girl, relax,” BRAT replied, leaning back in the passenger seat, sunglasses still on despite the dimming sky. “It’s probably just a shortcut.” “There is no shortcut,” Gabs snapped. From the backseat, Bubba leaned forward. “Okay but like… if we’re lost, just say we’re lost.” “I am NOT lost,” Gabs shot back. “You’re lost,” Fran whispered. A nervous laugh flickered through the car, but it died quickly. Outside, the forest had grown thicker. The trees leaned inward, their branches clawing toward the road like they were closing in. The light felt wrong—too gray, too still. “I don’t like this,” Kimmie said softly, hugging her arms. “Can we turn around?” “We can’t,” Ribs said, gripping the wheel tighter. “There’s no space to—” “There!” StayC suddenly pointed ahead. A sign appeared out of nowhere, crooked and half-broken. **WELCOME TO DRY CREEK** The letters were faded, barely readable. “That’s not on the map…” Gabs murmured. “Good,” BRAT said. “That means people won’t be annoying. Let’s just find a gas station.” --- Dry Creek didn’t feel like a real town. It felt like a set. Old buildings. Empty sidewalks. A diner with flickering lights. A gas station straight out of another decade. And people. Standing still. Watching. “Why are they looking at us like that?” Fran whispered. “No idea,” Bubba said, though her voice had tightened. “They’re not even pretending not to stare,” StayC added. Ribs pulled into the gas station. The engine died with a low groan. Silence swallowed everything. “Okay,” Ribs said, forcing confidence. “I’ll ask for directions.” “I’m coming,” Kimmie said quickly. “No, stay—” Too late. Kimmie had already stepped out. The air outside felt heavier. Thicker. The moment her foot touched the ground, someone moved. A man approached slowly from the side of the building. Then another. And another. From the diner, from the shadows, from behind the pumps—they emerged like they had been waiting. “Uh…” Kimmie stepped back. “Hi… we’re just looking for—” “Well now,” a voice interrupted. A woman stepped forward, smiling wide. “Y’all ain’t from around here.” Behind her stood others—silent, watchful. Poof tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on Kimmie. Jaded crossed her arms, expression unreadable. Torimarie stood just behind them, whispering something under her breath. Glitter smiled faintly, almost amused. Melanie and Cristi flanked the group, blocking the open space. Inside the car, panic exploded. “Kimmie GET BACK IN!” Gabs screamed. Kimmie turned—but froze. They were too close now. “I—I’m sorry, we just need directions—” she stammered. Poof stepped forward. “You shouldn’t be here.” Something in his tone snapped the last thread of calm. Kimmie bolted. She ran toward the car—but Cristi lunged, grabbing her arm. She screamed. “LET ME GO—!” Melanie caught her other side. The group moved as one. “NO!” Bubba slammed against the door, fumbling with the lock. CLICK. Too late. Hands dragged Kimmie backward. She kicked, twisted, screamed louder than any of them had ever heard. “PLEASE—PLEASE—!” Ribs tried to open the door, but BRAT grabbed her. “They’ll take you too!” Kimmie’s nails scraped against the pavement as they pulled her toward the side of the building, toward the dark gap between structures. “GABS—BUBBA—HELP ME—!” Her voice broke into pure terror. Then— A sharp, sickening sound. Wet. Final. Silence. Everything stopped. The wind. The movement. Even the trees seemed to hold their breath. The group stepped back slowly. Glitter wiped something from her hand. Jaded exhaled calmly. Poof looked toward the car. Smiling. One by one, they all turned. Watching. Inside, no one spoke. Fran was crying. StayC stared in shock. Gabs trembled, her phone slipping from her hands. Ribs gripped the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. BRAT’s jaw tightened, fury mixing with fear. Bubba whispered, barely audible— “…we need to get out of here.” But no one moved. Outside, the people of Dry Creek didn’t rush. They didn’t need to. They knew something the girls didn’t. Six had entered the town. Now only five remained. And Dry Creek wasn’t done with them yet.

(video)

https://kovaze.com/outcasted/14784