03-15-2022, 04:11:34 AM
"God, you guys are scaredy-cats." Lucky rolled his eyes. "Anyway, this looks like graphite. I'd touch it, but it'd be caught in me bandages. Don't breathe it, it might be the stuff that clogs your lungs. Or latex." He kept trying to piece everything together. John's killer shot his forehead through the window with a rifle, killed some Cappers with another rifle, pulled out teeth to form a necklace, used some dust and drain cleaner in a blender to liquify his remains, had sausages, and then turned in for the night? Nothing added up right. Maybe some of the part of the story were extraneous?
"What if we've overthought this, lads? Maybe we're looking at too many things at once. The killer might not have even been using this blender."
"What if we've overthought this, lads? Maybe we're looking at too many things at once. The killer might not have even been using this blender."
If you hear about someone putting characters through intense despair and misery, then that someone is probably me.