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Castle of Beasts: An NME Murdergame
"Shit... no... that's the guy who..."
>Look outside
>search near the stairs
>Search the area around the arena
>Go to the bathroom. Oh god he better not be in the bathroom...
>search throne room
>Look outside
Not here either.

Over at the market . . . .
You, uh, might wanna come see this.
> head to market
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Vriska felt... surprisingly not hung over considering how strongly that shot of vodka had affected her. Upon hearing that Klonoa was missing, she frowned... while she hadn't known the cabbit too well, the loss of an ally wasn't something she'd take well........

>Search by the Market.
Stupid doomed timeline...
BLYAT, HE'S IN SHOP?

> head to market

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

>head to market
There, hidden beneath vendor trash, was the bloodied body of a Cabbit.
>immediately storm to the Market

“Where is he!?”
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
Boris just... starts swearing. Loudly. In both English and Russian.

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Fuyuhiko is used to the sight of blood, being a Yakuza and all, but this... this is too much.

"No... why... why him!?"
Bossman sees the body of Klonoa and upon the sight, lets out a scream comibing, anguish, sadness and anger. He unholsters his nightstick, with a very determined look on his face. Not one of getting pumped up. But one of unleashing all hell on whoever killed this creature. He takes a knee near him.

Whoever did this.... is about to go through hard time..... they are about to learn the meaning.... of police brutality. When I find out who did it, I'll beat them so hard, they'll be BEGGING FOR EXECUTION!!!
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Roger, having woken up after suffering a terrible case of “too lazy to post”, wakes up.

Wh... what happened?

>Check out the commotion, and the body
Sighing loudly, and thinking Bossman has the right idea, Vriska will...

>Check the body for possible clues.
Stupid doomed timeline...
[Never mind, they got their answer.]

“KLONOA!”

[They run over to the deceased Cabbit, standing on opposite sides of the corpse.] “Is he okay?!”
“He's not breathing...”
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
> search body
I like bananas. They're yellow.
>search body

"Don't worry, Klonoa, I swear on my fucking life that I'll find out who did this to you, and I'll beat 'em bloody!"
> Inspect the area around Klonoa's body

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

>Check out the commotion, and the body
>Check the body for possible clues.
>search body
There was a massive gash in his head. His right eye was also done in.
>Inspect body
why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food
>search for anything that could have been used to bash Klonoa's head in
I like bananas. They're yellow.
> Inspect the area around the body for clues

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

>search for clues in the surrounding area
>search for anything that could have been used to bash Klonoa's head in
There were stolen weapons in the barracks. Swords, greatswords, shields, spears, hammers, and whips.
[Skid collapses onto his knees and cries into his hands next to Klonoa's body. Pump slowly walks over to him and puts a consoling hand on his shoulder... before similarly breaking down into tears.]
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
>search for clues in the surrounding area
Nothing else in the market but spilt teacups and other vendor trash.
>Try to determine what type of weapon was used.
Stupid doomed timeline...


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