watchme1 wrote:a wooden club to the back of the neck might cause said splinters. I'm not 100% sold on nova being a killer when she claimed to be at the location of the crime from 11-12am. In this scenario it seems counterintuitive. (See last dr game with cheeze)
well, it's a good point. do you have any other suspects?
watchme1 wrote:a wooden club to the back of the neck might cause said splinters. I'm not 100% sold on nova being a killer when she claimed to be at the location of the crime from 11-12am. In this scenario it seems counterintuitive. (See last dr game with cheeze)
well, it's a good point. do you have any other suspects?
one of industria or Erika. I'm leaning maybe industrial guessing that he used the wooden bits that I chopped from the garden as a part of his murder plan.
watchme1 wrote:a wooden club to the back of the neck might cause said splinters. I'm not 100% sold on nova being a killer when she claimed to be at the location of the crime from 11-12am. In this scenario it seems counterintuitive. (See last dr game with cheeze)
well, it's a good point. do you have any other suspects?
one of industria or Erika. I'm leaning maybe industrial guessing that he used the wooden bits that I chopped from the garden as a part of his murder plan.
i... did not think about that? oh boy. then it would've happened in A6?
(actually ignore my tired ass, now that i think about it, xiao makes sense. and it might be one of xiao/industria because it explains the splinters. neck snapped at weird angle and big bruise (dude chopped a tree with his hands), wooden bits, maybe could've told frost was still in the casino due to john's alibi, and when i saw him maybe he was just coming down from the 2nd floor idk insert my character spacing out and hoping you vote correctly in that time gl)
The only time I have to kill someone would be between 10:15-11:45pm and I would have had to kill in the bar where no one else was or I gambled no one would find me going from the art gallery to the entrance room. Without a plan as well mind you. I'm certain I'm clear for this kill.
Assuming I killed in the bar where does the splinters come from? Sure as heck not on my hand cause then there'd be no splinters in the first place and if I left the garden with a wooden weapon, Industria would have seen me take something like that from the garden. Well same argument for the art gallery but still.
What he means is, if you can chop down a tree down with your bare hands, you can chop chop necks with your bare hands. Thus the bits of wood leftover from the tree chopping would also transfer to whichever neck you chose to break.
My main suspect was Industria because he immediately took the garden during investigation, citing an oddity yet never bringing it up again. Several trees had been chopped down so I thought it possible he grabbed a huge chunk to commit the crime and claimed the garden for himself to hide this fact. That along with staying quiet most of the trial made his mere existence suspicious.
Yet your "where did the splinters come from? couldn't have been from my hand why would there be splinters on my hand" sound like the words I would expect from a killer taking pity and dropping hints.
Not to say it's clearly you, but not realizing the obvious implication of a theory is by itself suspicious. It's like you're playing dumb.
The transfer of splinters from my hand. To someone's neck. Just doesn't make sense.
Cause splinters aren't something you can transfer easily via a karate chop.
I'd understand if I used a wooden weapon or something but Industria would have said something about it. Unless you say I left the garden then came back after Industria left to get a weapon. Which in that case would leave a very small window of opporunity to even pull a murder off.
But uhh lets say I did karate chop someone in the neck and assume that splinters do somehow transfer.
The kill would then have to be between 10:15-11:45pm and happen in either the bar or art gallery. I would have to not get spotted by Nova leaving the Art Gallery after stashing the body if I murdered in the Art Gallery. I would also have to gamble the body not being found in the bar if I killed in the bar then in the after hours stash the body in the Art Gallery cause ???.
My pathing to the entrance room would make no sense if I killed from any other room in the 1st floor so that rules any other room before you mention that.
If splinters got stuck to your hand, it's definitely possible your next karate chop would pass them off.
It might not look like it, but you had enough time to move to a room, kill the victim, move to anywhere on the ground floor but for reference's sake let's say the bar, and then pass through the entrance to go to your bedroom. Industria also had the time to grab a chunk of wood from the garden and commit the crime. I'm still doubtful on whether that would leave an oval-shaped bruise, but it is a possibility.
Micah takes a glance at the monitor, and sighs. …Oh well. We’ve counted up the votes. Of course, I know exactly who the killer is, so no need for any of you to go apeshit on your fellow employees. Some of you make confused noises, while others just look utterly discontent and curious. Then Micah looks at all of you, and begins to laugh hysterically for a few seconds, doubling over. They laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more, Gail looking at them, uninterested, before they finally compose themselves with a manic grin. Oh come ON! Do you really think I’d have this operation sabotaged so easily? NO! OF COURSE NOT! The cameras didn’t turn off at 6 PM, that was a blatant fucking lie and you guys are IDIOTS for not questioning my verdict! And even if you did, you’re bigger fucking idiots for not suggesting that I could’ve tampered with some shit! They giggle, and then turn to the monitor. Yes, and before you ask, I know who killed Abel. Not like I fucking care. That paranoid shitheel had it coming anyway. And before you ask once again, no, it isn’t the same person who killed Azazel. There was no fucking saboteur. That much should’ve been obvious from all the safety guidelines we overlooked.
Now, let’s see if you made the right choice.
The monitor lights up, reading these votes:
Monitor wrote:
Voting Options
Erika Furudo - Ultimate Detective - 3 votes “John Doe” - Ultimate Amnesiac - 0 votes Beyza Beyaz - Ultimate Cleaning Freak - 0 votes Sarah “Lateria” Hesper - Ultimate Partygoer - 0 votes Industria Acedia - Ultimate Troubleshooter - 2 votes Xiao HuFeng - Ultimate Monk - 2 votes Nova Arilune - Ultimate Navigator - 2 votes Mattie “Frost” Tyne - Ultimate Therapist - 0 votes “Bloody” - Ultimate Artist - 0 votes Azazel Ermingild (Suicide) - Ultimate Soldier - 0 votes MIcah Zilévo - ERROR. PLEASE RESTART MACHINE - 0 votes Gail - Ultimate Casino Owner - 0 votes If you vote this, you are actually a clown. A fucking clown. A joke. Go honk your fucking red nose horn, you goddamn bitch. You are here to cause anarchy and chaos, and voting this option will accomplish nothing. You will live an unfulfilling existence filled with boredom and a strong hold of order. You will fail at everything you do. Don’t vote this, I swear to fucking god. - 0 votes
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Micah laughs. That was a close one, but it looks like Erika has won… just barely! Your unlucky day! Or perhaps lucky, because instead of getting torn apart by your fellow employees, you get to have your body torn limb by limb by my associates! Aren’t you such an Ultimate Loser? Or maybe you’re the Ultimate Winner, who knows! You did win the most votes for this election of execution! Then they pause for a moment, then clear their throat.
Oh, right! That’s my cue! Suddenly, the floor lights up in brilliant blue, and a portal opens up. …What the fuck. Rising out of the ground is… a demon and an angel…? The demon, who has black hair with a shock of blue as well as dark skin, smiles wide. …Oh. OH. WHAT THE FUCK. Some of their limbs are rotted, like a half-alive half-dead Frankenstein’s monster. They’re wearing a dress shirt, a very formal dress shirt. The angel has hazel eyes and blonde hair, is wearing a hoodie, and looks very done with everyone. Hello! I killed Abel!
Welcome, we’re here to kill you or whatever… just like Ira did to Abel. Oh, and if you got this vote wrong, we’re gonna kill one of your friends, too, the angel drawls in a bored tone. …Okay, no really, what the fuck.
AAAAlright everybody! I’ve been doing my diligent duty as vote counter for my friend Invidia over here- Micah smirks, and the demon, probably Ira, continues. -and I’m also the one who kept track of who the murderer was, because Patentia can’t bother- the angel, presumably Patentia, rolls his eyes. -and Micah was too busy running the set-up for the big reveal! So, I gotta tell you… did you vote correctly?
Spoiler:So, the person executed alongside Erika will be… Ira manifests a wheel with all of the alive players’ names on it (except for Erika, and- hey wait, who is th-) and it lands on…
… … …
SARAH “LATERIA” HESPER!I’m sorry, but today really isn’t your lucky day…
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Execution(s) will be posted in 24 hours. If you wanna complain because you’re getting executed, then you can suck it. This trial may or may not have been a total clusterfuck from beginning to end and I may or may not have been screeching in agony the whole time. You may now post.
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cob709 wrote:Huh? Who, er- what are you two? How'd you get in here?
Through an interdimensional portal from hell, obviously, Patentia replies with maximum snark.
Wait- really?! Ira asks with awe in his eyes.
Wha- Ira, you are literally a demon from hell. Obviously fucking not, you KNOW we went through the back door, Patentia responds. Please tell me you aren’t THAT dumb.
I know… I just wanted to pretend we had the ability to summon interdimensional portals from hell to Earth… Ira pouts.
Hi. I'm Caleb, and you're watching Disney Channel.
vocaloid KAITO #1 fan
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(not the best timing for this trial, was feeling kinda tired these days in general. also 5am start/end bruh.) (i ended up voting xiao... sorry... and i might've changed it to industria if i was still awake) (wtf happened)