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letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:07 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-08-16 10:07 am
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Fifth trial
[Just as you believe you’ve gathered enough to make a case, the sky crackles a hazy red.]
Enough! Enter the arena at once!
[There’s a change in Typhon’s tone. The bluster of his usual pride replaced with a more tangible frustration. Like the thunder he summons, his rage punctuates every word.
That matter aside, all the survivors eventually return to the arena. The mood is dour, not helped by the surrounding. For the first time, this place was a fresh murder scene; bloodstains and scorch marks continue to stain the stones. It seems that there just wasn't time to remove Ferdinand's body from the scene. So it remains, impaled on his own spear, left to fill the void of Ferdinand's absence from the surviving party in the worst way.
Again, a rift opens beyond the barrier, and Typhon forces his head through.]
You know why you are here, do you not? Now, go! Complete your task, find the culprit or die trying!
[TRIAL START]
Enough! Enter the arena at once!
[There’s a change in Typhon’s tone. The bluster of his usual pride replaced with a more tangible frustration. Like the thunder he summons, his rage punctuates every word.
That matter aside, all the survivors eventually return to the arena. The mood is dour, not helped by the surrounding. For the first time, this place was a fresh murder scene; bloodstains and scorch marks continue to stain the stones. It seems that there just wasn't time to remove Ferdinand's body from the scene. So it remains, impaled on his own spear, left to fill the void of Ferdinand's absence from the surviving party in the worst way.
Again, a rift opens beyond the barrier, and Typhon forces his head through.]
You know why you are here, do you not? Now, go! Complete your task, find the culprit or die trying!
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[grkefknekfke him and his big mouth.]
The siren did the kissin'!
[Is this the hill he wants to be buried on?
Yes, yes it is.]
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[guys ferdinand's corpse is RIGHT THERE]
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[It's okay he's probably as much a romantic in death as he was in life]
She never-- Oh, forget it.
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Don't you start that now...
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[Nope! Not answering that! In fact, over there's- wait, no, that's where Ferdie became a corndog-- NOW over there's more interesting to focus on than this conversation he got himself into.]