keepad used curse, a attack thats good against team members who can posion an enemy
the minty blindfold wore off
i use protect on scratch gamer
Alright lets get this witch into minty pain
scratchgamer used cookie launch(thin mint mode)
the witch got mint blindfolded!
i use snake strike
ultimate hidden ablity:cookie blast off! the enemy fails to attack and the and rains cookies to finish an enemy
keepad was defeated!
keepad falls to the ground, deafeated.
we just murded keepad 
Isn’t “defeated” is more friendly…
Textorillia is free!
What is textorilla?
the land
Ok
One year later…
Deep within the heart of a forgotten jungle, concealed beneath a thick veil of tangled vines and towering ancient trees, lies the Wildbound Archive of Eldros—an ancient library said to hold the wisdom of forgotten ages. Overrun by nature, this once-great bastion of knowledge has become a living tapestry of flora and fauna. Moss carpets the stone floors, roots have snaked their way through the cracked marble walls, and vines creep up towering bookshelves filled with dust-covered tomes. Exotic birds flutter through the upper rafters, and glowing mushrooms sprout from damp corners, casting an eerie glow over the dim, cavernous halls. Despite the decay and the wild beauty of its surroundings, the library remains strangely functional. The scrolls remain intact, the air hums with latent magic, and whispers of ancient knowledge seem to float through the air. It’s as if the very plants have become guardians of this sanctuary.
But this paradise of knowledge is no sanctuary for the unprepared. The library’s original builders—a long-lost order of mages—laid countless deadly traps throughout its halls, designed to safeguard their sacred texts. Even the wildlife itself seems to act as the library’s defenders, lashing out unpredictably when disturbed. Pressure plates lie hidden beneath creeping vines, triggering ancient arcane defenses, while enchanted books spring to life, their pages transforming into swirling clouds of razor-sharp paper. Deep within the maze of rooms, a growing sense of dread lingers, like the feeling of being watched. Eyes—unseen yet undeniable—follow every movement, hinting that something, or someone, still dwells within the archive’s overgrown corridors. here is the scenario