(and Got Outplayed by Poof)

The Kendyl Diaries: Exposed — How She Tried to Run the Frenzy House (and Got Outplayed by Poof) There comes a time in every Frenzy House season when the laughter fades, the snacks run out, and the truth comes spilling out like a late-night confession — and this time, the spotlight is on The Kendyl Diaries. Oh yes. While the rest of us were caught up in the chaos, making alliances, plotting game strategies, and wondering who ate the last bag of chips, Kendyl had bigger plans. Behind that friendly smile and those perfectly timed “just checking in” messages, she was weaving her web — carefully, cleverly, and just a little too confidently. For weeks, no one saw it. She played it sweet, charming, supportive — the one everyone trusted. But under the glitter and giggles was a master manipulator at work. Kendyl wasn’t just playing the Frenzy game; she was playing everyone. Or so she thought. Her biggest target? The one person no one should ever underestimate — Poof. Poof, the quiet genius of the Frenzy House. The one who doesn’t need to yell or scheme because they see the board ten moves ahead. While Kendyl was out there spinning stories, Poof was connecting the dots. Every “coincidence,” every “innocent” alliance, every “just a suggestion” moment — Poof noticed. And when the puzzle finally clicked, it was game over. The revelation came like a mic drop. The room froze. The chat exploded. Screenshots flew faster than confetti. The evidence was clear: Kendyl had been running a side game, trying to control the narrative and turn the house against Poof. But here’s where the Frenzy House rules come into play — you can’t manipulate the master. Poof didn’t retaliate with drama; Poof exposed the truth with precision. Calm, calculated, and devastatingly effective. The rest of us just sat back, watching it unfold like a season finale twist we didn’t see coming. When the dust settled, there was no need for yelling. The Frenzy House had spoken. The Kendyl Diaries had been read — and this time, the author lost control of her own story. Now the house runs smoothly again, balance restored, Poof quietly back in charge, and everyone a little wiser. Because if the Frenzy House taught us anything, it’s this: Never underestimate the quiet ones — and never try to outplay Poof.

oh so I see that i shouldve vnominated babygirl-

Not the 18 minute afk girl grabbing veto

not babygirl lmfaooo

I volunteer 20 hours a week, 5 mins more is the least I can do

I CANT

OMG KENDYL?

WHY DID KENDYL DM ME THIS

A Person and a Game: How Poof Runs the Frenzy House In the chaos of the Frenzy House, where laughter echoes off the walls and the air hums with competition, no one suspected that Poof — quiet, unassuming Poof — was the one pulling the strings. On the surface, Poof seemed like any other player in the game: quick with a joke, always ready for a match, never taking anything too seriously. But underneath that calm exterior was a mind that saw everything as part of a grand design — a game within the game. The Frenzy House wasn’t just a place; it was an ecosystem of energy, strategy, and emotion. Everyone thought they were playing for fun, but Poof had turned it into something much bigger — a living experiment in psychology and control. Every round, every alliance, every outburst of laughter or frustration, was carefully orchestrated. While the others played for points, Poof was playing for power. Poof’s genius lay in subtlety. They never gave orders, never demanded control. Instead, Poof planted ideas like seeds, whispered jokes that shaped group moods, and made “suggestions” that somehow always led to the outcome Poof desired. By the time anyone noticed what was happening, the Frenzy House had become Poof’s stage, and everyone else — unwitting actors in Poof’s elaborate game. What made Poof’s control so perfect was that it didn’t feel like control at all. People trusted Poof. They laughed with Poof. They called Poof their friend, their teammate, their confidant. And that was the greatest trick of all — because Poof never needed to dominate. Poof only needed to influence. In the end, the Frenzy House became a reflection of Poof’s brilliance: a place where chaos danced in harmony, where everyone believed they were free while moving to Poof’s invisible rhythm. It wasn’t deception for cruelty’s sake; it was art — a game of understanding human nature, of turning unpredictability into order. And as the rest of us cheered, played, and competed, Poof sat back with that knowing smile — the one that said, “You think you’re playing the game. But really, you’re playing mine.”

tysm for volunteering zona

shes at 18 mins

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ok whos the 2nd nom against kendyl -

SHE WROTE ME AN ESSAY ABOUT HOW UR RUNNING THIS HOUSE!