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Castle of Beasts: An NME Murdergame
“Wow...maybe they were burned to death, and turned into ashes?”

>Look for ashes
why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food
[Strangely, the kids seem either oblivious or unphased by the smell of blood. They see Klonoa puking in the corner, though, and are immediately concerned.] “Are you okay!?”

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SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
After throwing up his lunch, Klonoa took a shaky cough and wiped his mouth. ". . . Why. . . ? Why him? Why this? He was so nice. . ." Klonoa's hopeful, but after seeing the blood in the stalls, he's lost that hope that Sylvie was still alive.
Whoever it was, we'll make sure we'll bring the scumbag to justice!
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Right. . . Right. . . BBM is right. They have to do this. For Sylvie. "Where. . . Where do we start?"
Jesse had seen and even smelled worse inside the House. Objects of Power led people to do strange things sometimes, and sometimes those actions meant lots of paperwork and notification of next of kin. However, the thought of some axe murderer led her to put her hand to her Service Weapon. She reached out for Polaris with her mind, but heard nothing.

Gather everyone up in the Throne Room. Ask where they were last night.
“So here's what we know so far: Sylvie's dead, but we can't find the body. Am I right?”
why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food
Yeah!!!!!!!! We 8etter figure out who did this 8efore they kill any8ody else!
Stupid doomed timeline...
>Buy two of each of the first three teas
> search for anything that could have been used as a murder weapon
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Klonoa scratched his chin before his ears flutter and perk up a bit. "I have an idea! Why don't we all close our eyes and whoever did it raise their hands?" IT was hard to tell if he was being serious or not. . . Okay, let's be honest. Klonoa seriously thought that'd work.
The gopnik stumbles our of the barracks, still clearly hungover. It's not until he notices the source of the commotion that he becomes alarmed.

WHAT THE BLYAT?!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Tonight, we should sleep in shifts. Two to a watch. That way, we can see if anyone gets up. If someone on the watch did it, the other person can subdue them.
"I can stay up if you want me to." Klonoa offered.
I'll do it! I'll keep watch. And when it's my turn to sleep, I'll only do it with one eye.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
"Can people really sleep with one eye open?" Now he's a bit curious to try that. Klonoa shook his head. "We should probably worry about that after this. Does anyone have an idea for what could've happened?"
>Look for ashes
>search for anything that could have been used as a murder weapon
Nothing to see on these fronts.

>Buy two of each of the first three teas
Doc updated.
I CAN DO IT, Boris says as he cocks his Kalashnikov, A TRUE SLAV SLEEPS WITH ONE EYE OPEN.

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

How about me? Robin waves at the others.
"I'm gonna go investigate now." Klonoa says before walking off to the first place on his mind: The bedroom. He'd check the bathroom, but he's still queasy from seeing the stall.

>Investigate the sleeping quarters for clues.
> Search the broken stall for any body parts that resembles Sylvie
I like bananas. They're yellow.
>Search the broken stall for any body parts that resembles Sylvie
Nothing to see on this front. Also, there was only one toilet.
"Good morning, you all." Geoooorge is pretty late to the party, as he's completely relaxed, looking around.

"What's with all the strawberry jam?"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
"Oh, right, emm, Robin. Robin Gibb. I suppose I'm stuck here."
"George, Sylvie is. . . dead." Klonoa said to the fifty-something year old with a sad expression.

>Investigating the bedroom for clues.


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