Escape From Zombie Park Island 2

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Alpotophis just...stares at the gore. This...what the hell is wrong with you people. Genuinely, this is one of the most barbaric things I've seen-is this normal? Please don't tell me we'll normally feed others to the gators. Or...any of the other animals.

[PointMaid]

Mess with nature and get bitten, indeed, Mr. Crockett. That they will. And my cousin Victoria has messed with nature... she will find out what a bite feels like.

[PointMaid]

It is not, Mr. Alpotophis. I am... rather cross with Mr. Crockett about the way he conducted this execution, in fact.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Feh! You know your problem, Doctor? You're just way too soft. Remember you were tellin' me about the last employees you had here, how they just hated you, yelled at you, hated your guts. And all you did was just stood there and take it all in, didn't ya? These people didn't respect you then and if you keep this up, they'll never respect you! All they'll do is just walk all over ya! You're the fuckin' boss here! They're your workers and you're here to show 'em all who's in charge! To not fuck with you. But I guess you don't get that. I'll tell ya. If you were in the Army like I was, you'll be spit out and scraped underneath their boots in a hurry.

Blaine shakes his head at her as he turns away, feeling disappointed in Frankie.

I was really hopin' you'd be better than this.

[PointMaid]

Mr. Crockett. Blaine. There is necessary cruelty, and there is the unnecessary. What you just did was unnecessary. There were other ways that did not involve a crocodile. And as for respect... I like to lead by example and I'd rather my employees didn't fear me. Fear and respect are not the same, despite what some think.

Sometimes, however, it is necessary. I have been... brooding... all day on how we are going to repel my cousin from the island, or at least stop her advance. Yes, advance! She and her band are on the move and coming here. I have an idea, but I need to... tap the creativity of my employees. And before you call me hypocritical, this time I see no other good way!

Day Four Challenge

Frankie has intelligence that Cousin Victoria and her army of lawyers is starting to move towards your Base Camp in Land Rovers. Frankie wants to slow them down as much as possible until you can find a way to defeat them… her idea involves moving her herd of endangered rhinoceros in between your base camp and Victoria's camp. If they try to move through the area, the rhinoceros will charge. There are only a few things she hasn't figured out, and she wants your help:

1. The babies are more vulnerable than the adults. How do we protect them?

2. Even the adults are not immune to shotguns or tranquilizer darts, and every rhino matters. Find me a way to keep the rhinos safe from Victoria's bullets and tranquilizer guns while still allowing them to be our defense and slowing Victoria down.

3. Find an escape route for the rhinos if they get too hemmed in.

4. Find a way to move the rhinos safely, without getting scratched or nipped.

Please send your plans by PM. You have 24 hours.

[KungFuCutbug]

[X just... stares. Holy fucking shit. The gore, Ignatius's innocence, Blaine's nonchalance—all of it just sort of freezes X in place, a horrified expression on his face. It seems it's finally kicked in for him just what he's gotten himself into.

Hoo boy. He's gonna be here a while, isn't he.]

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Alpotophis just...awkwardly tries to pat X on the back. Look, kid, I get it. Sometimes, you take a job, and it destroys you, internally. Just...you're not alone. You'll get out of this, even if it kills-wait. Bad choice of words.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Victoria, huh? Well, then, let's see what these idiots can do. They may not be able to tell who a zombie is, but maybe they can hold her off.

Blaine scoffs mockingly as he gets a beer and downs it, before throwing the bottle hard to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

[PointMaid]

Frankie looks about at the end of her rope.

We have recycling bins! Or at the very least a trash bin...

She goes to get a broom and dustpan... and another drink...

[psychedelicate]

Sayaka is... not taking this well.

"No... no! We got the wrong guy! Goddammit! I'm so sorry... I'll never forgive myself for this miscarriage of justice..."

She goes and sits in a corner, trying very hard not to cry.

[Oggy123]

Ribbon and Kirby just stare at the scene, shocked.

[Florien]

Hm.

That was... not expected.

Oh well.

Was it really Mr. Calvin?

Alright, we're locking Mr. Calvin and Sayaka in a room together tonight.

In fact... Grown? It's Mr. Calvin. Unsubtle Mr. Calvin. Walking on his heels. For some reason.

We should lock Just Mr. Calvin in a room.

The Clonelands are eerily unaffected by the wrongful death of Ignatius, more interested in solving the problem at hand. They quickly draft a plan and pass it forward.

[Oggy123]

"We're... wrong?"
"Ok, Kirby. We should start thinking about our plan!"
"Oh, yeah, our plan!"

[MadameButterflyKnife]

...yes, the plan. Right. Alpotophis drafts his plan, willing to make a good impression after the shitstorm that was his first day. He then passes it forward.

[SmilyCube112]

Charles walks up to the group, still half-asleep, saying "Sorry about that, I overslept."

[Florien]

Because you were awake murdering people no doubt.

Confess now, save us the trouble of arguing with you.

Ignatius's blood is as much on your hands as ours.

And Yanny and Laurel's blood is entirely on your hands.

I think we can vote for multiple people a day, right?

Doctor, is that the case? Tell us if it is.

[Cassie]

"Yeah, I'm sure we can do more than one, we tried that yesterday but couldn't find the evidence!"

"Charles!" Stuart slaps Charles. "Show us your fucking fingers!"

>compare neck bruise injuries to Charles' fingers.

[Oggy123]

After submitting their plan, Kirby and Ribbon
> Help Bob and Stuart in comparing the fingers and bruise.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

The rules do say you can. But if you do, you better know what you're doin', Blaine says to the Clonelands.

>compare neck bruise injuries to Charles' fingers. (Minions)

You're not really sure how they match-up.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

> Help Bob and Stuart in comparing the fingers and bruise. (Kirby & Ribbon)

It might match up, it might not be a match. All you got is Charles is still a suspect.

[PointMaid]

You are... you are correct, Mr. Cloneland and Mr. Cloneland. If you can get at least half the employees here to agree that someone is a zombie, we will take you at your word and deal with the matter. That is the deal. There are now nine employees, so you would still need five votes.

[MadameButterflyKnife]

What? So, are we just going to keep voting people up until we stumble upon a zombie? That cannot be sustainable; we'd kill more people than the zombies would at that rate!

[Oggy123]

"Would you rather do that, or let the zombies get us!?"
"I think he's got a point there. If we keep doing this, we could very well get an innocent killed again!"

[Cassie]

What? So, are we just going to keep voting people up until we stumble upon a zombie? That cannot be sustainable; we'd kill more people than the zombies would at that rate!

Stuart has frustration.

"Hey! We already got suspects narrowed down, FYI!"

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Two suspects, one zombie. We've got a 50/50 shot, and at least one innocent's life is still on the line. I agree with restraining them, yes, but we can't just keep shooting willy nilly until we hit a target.