Anyways, Rose then Summoned his secret SUIT, and asked it for a ritual.
“Write this down but make it diamonds. This is a ritual to become one with your class in terms of trial and tier, rather than the suit I lay before you. Involves self harm, so make sure you really want to do this, ok, rose elite do you consent? Ok, you may want to omit some of this one session Grim, but in your personal diary and grimoures go off my dearest Olive.
Take your left wrist and carved insignia inside it of your chosen suit. Then take a hot liquid and poor it over your wrist. Now take the scorching pain and kiss it. Then get naked and lay in your bed. Then take the weapon of your choice and use failor to collapse in your bed with it tier dressed. Then die on your bed. You will fly and be zapped to your planet. Good luck my dearest sweetest Rose Elite. When you wake up you will find a scar on the real world, of your suit or something that signifies it to you. Your chosen suit is ——– which is kind of hard to do. Good luck” and thus the suits class imposter left.
Now keep in mind this is a fictional story.
This passage was included for emphasis and realism and forshadoeing. But should you attempt this IRL you could get seriously hurt or injured. So please don’t go cutting yourself up for a session grim ritual or anything and reminder that all the magic in this book is facadical, just like this book is facadicle because that is what a work of fiction is.
For a long time now Daren Black had casted an enslavement spell on Rose Elite. So he finally fucking snapped. He took a mirror and cursed a very powerful implantation spell on Daren Black and his goons so that they would be forced into the same spell times 11. He then added extra umph and power so that they would bow down. After all in the dream bubbles Daren Black addresses Rose as master.
Then Rose and Summer came to an agreement. After she bragged about stealing the bubblspehete for herself.
“You want your freedoms back? I’m your Master now. your my slave. You get some power back and I’ll keep feeding you royalties from the story astrally” when you wrote about someone astrally or in a fictional work they spiritual coinige usually in the afterlife. There is a “slight capitalist edge” to the dream bubbles via what God has said contrasting it to the socialist and almost utopian heaven with similar systems. Everyone who was written about in session grim spiritually got money and coin. Some people think that there is no systematic currency on the astral plane. But that is a naive way to view the astral plain. It depends the planes you visit and where you go on those planes. Yes you can runs bar that charges “energy” or “favors” like Look Dragons friend Ellis. But while these places aren’t often shown to beginners yes astral plains equates astral currency depending on where you go. So when your written about- you get money’s even if in the physical world you never see a dime. Summer didn’t know where the money was coming from neither did Daren Black. It was the popularity form of session grim.
Everything has an equivalent. Which is ironic because of the bitch fits Summer had thrown over not being paid physical money for a story, she didn’t write that she commissioned for free from the writer waiter, yeah, agreed with everyone else in teh group to the marketing of- let’s just say summer was a bitch. Regardless regarding the slave thing Summer agreed.
“Okay Rose I’ll be your slave. Just don’t beat me ok?”
“You wouldn’t know possession if it beat you in the back of your head.”
“I’m a system, and it looks a lot of, like, I can’t tell the difference. I’m sorry, rose. “
“Whatever you tried to steal my bubbles know there’s consequences, this is a working afterlife. It’s not all about you.”
“I wanted to be all about me, though, just like everything is always about you”
“did you earn it”
“of course not, but I’m entitled to it for trying to save the world” reminder Rose was doing this because it was the right thing to do, and Summer was doing this for promised benefits given to her in insanity that were most likely imaginary. Something something Box Codex.
“yeah, here’s the thing I don’t buy that you are”
“Whatever I cant insult you as a faggot cause you’re my master, but whatever.”
Then the friend group had a meeting as Rose set up more bubbles getting for the end of ACT 2!
– Closing Song:I Write Sins Not Tragedies/Thnks Fr th Mmrs Mashup
Session Grim 
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