Tangle the Lemur
I have a problem
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Awards Killing Game 2x2: Moon of Hope (Game Thread) - Grand Finale: Shoot The Moon
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What? You're telling me my plan to use a heat lamp to melt the pump failed? C'mon, what kind of junk are these plant nurseries and greenhouses and other botanical wastes-of-floorplan-space even using?
...No matter. I learned something else anyway. There's some kinda hatch down in the water under the lake. Couldn't get it open, not without risking severe hypothermia anyway. This sad excuse for a facility isn't worth it though, and I can't hold my breath as long as I used to anyway. Go figure it out yourselves.
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i'm evil
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It seems my first night here has been... quite eventful. I won't bore you with my side of the story. Not now, anyway.
Investigate the rest of the Foyer.
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[You both attempt to light up that cubic bastard at once, but he flexes one of his corners, and the bullets phase straight through him. They collide with two more of the paintings in the dishevelled foyer, which drop to the ground, and unfortunately do not reveal secret safes behind them.]
"Bold, y'know. Taking a shot at me during the day. It takes a little bit more than that to just kill a ghost, and a lotta more than that to kill a demonic spirit. You might wanna ask some of the peeps who tried to fight me last night what their lessons were, m'kay?"
"Needless to say, you're outmatched right now. My plucky assistant here's got my back. There's a fresh body, and my power grows with each death, bubs! My portrait gallery has plenty of room for the souls of those who defy me, so get used to the supernatural order around here. And fast.
Course, that little coward's an exception. Gadd pulled a fancy trick giving Mona that book, but even if I can't trap her spirit, she's stuck like that forever! And she's permanently lost her crutch. I'm sure once miss safety officer gives into hopelessness, she'll soon... see our side of things."
"Well. I'm not really sure actually. I'm guessing at best. Stupid self-burning book."
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You investigate the remainder of the Foyer. It's in quite a state. The chandelier has crashed into the ground, there's slice marks, burn marks, scattered pages, a rusty discarded polearm, and a few discarded egg timers that reek of fish mixing with the scent of burnt coffee creamer, and some other faint chemical aroma coming from near the entrance. A large dent is in the ground, and around it some of the floorboards have been torn up by a seemingly powerful shockwave. Knives are strewn around the place, some of which are wedged into the walls.
Quite a commotion. Of course, the paintings from earlier are crashed onto the ground. You can only guess what happened in here.
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This Gadd can't even ensure the safety of his gofers! What a pitiful lab rat! Though it seems he had the courtesy to do you one favor. "Ghost" truly befits the building. The musty lower levels, the perilous pitfalls in the narrow walkways, the ominya-ous ticking... A dilettante's design sensibilities, but a purr-fect facility for the spectral. Your new condition con-furrs you an advantage. Although, he's not solely responsible, is he? Who's the interior stylist who had the vision to add so bold a decoration to that conspicuous means of egress?
...Too shy to step forward? What a shame.
There's time enough to inspect the flesh and whatever grime she accumulated. I say we unveil more of our mystery stylist's vision with an inspection of the Terminal!
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You examine the Terminal. Compared to the Terminal in the archives, this one's slightly more precarious. The computer screens aren't displaying anything. One of the spare wires loosely scattered around the room has been hitched haphazardly to one of the pulleys used to descend to the ground, instead binding the victim close to the start of the line, in what she would probably call a very unsafe manner. The end of the rope has been fashioned into a crude noose, which remains wrapped around her now-broken neck. Her belongings remain scattered below the drop.
This Gadd can't even ensure the safety of his gofers! What a pitiful lab rat! Though it seems he had the courtesy to do you one favor. "Ghost" truly befits the building. The musty lower levels, the perilous pitfalls in the narrow walkways, the ominya-ous ticking... A dilettante's design sensibilities, but a purr-fect facility for the spectral. Your new condition con-furrs you an advantage. Although, he's not solely responsible, is he? Who's the interior stylist who had the vision to add so bold a decoration to that conspicuous means of egress?
...Too shy to step forward? What a shame.
There's time enough to inspect the flesh and whatever grime she accumulated. I say we unveil more of our mystery stylist's vision with an inspection of the Terminal!
Lee Chaolan
Oh, excellent!
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Well that was a rather… explosive night I should say. Marvelous!
I don't know what went on in the kitchen, but I'm glad the damage didn't seem too large. It could have ruined the excellent bottle of wine I left in the dining room!
Investigate the Kitchen.
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