@Ephemeral you coward![]()
@Ephemeral you coward![]()
"Les plus désespérés sont les chants les plus beaux, et j'en sais d'immortels qui sont de purs sanglots." Alfred de Musset
Hm, I tried to post something but it didn't go through, strange.
(perhaps quick reply is the way to go, I am playing wow's new patch atm and my activity will be sporadic this evening)
I take a puff of my cigarette as I look out over the room where fourteen faces stare back at me. Luminaries from all over the world have come here in order to gain infamy for their detective skills by bringing down a notorious international ring of criminals. Sitting in front of me were fourteen fellow detectives. At least, that was the idea. The note in my hand told another story entirely.
It was from the organizer of this event. Three bodies had been discovered only 24 hours ago in the harbor. The first murders in this city in over a decade. Now, of all times? Coincidences were never quite so ridiculous. The organizer agreed, which explained the contents of the note.
My esteemed Detective, I am afraid I am forced to conclude that this conference of detectives has been compromised. What was once a meeting of 15 minds I am afraid has likely become a deadly game of murder mystery. Three dead bodies would lead me to believe that three detectives have been replaced. I have made 14 identical notes and passed it along to everyone present at this meeting, as I have no way of knowing who has been replaced by a doppelganger. Our enemies are clever and have vast resources, even our attempts at hiding this meeting have ended in failure. If the person reading this is a detective, I beg of you, find the killers among you so that we may proceed with our plans unmolested.
Dire news indeed. Three in this room could not be trusted. Three in this room were not who they said they were. What these villains did not know - they could not possibly know - is that they had made a mistake. A severe error in judgment. They had crossed paths with the famed Great Detective Achro and his trust ace Pokemon, Snorlax, and they would be brought to justice if it was the last thing I did.
I had no sooner thought that before the lights went out. My breath caught in my throat as I expected my life to come to an end here and now. There was not a sound as the darkness and silence lingered for seconds that stretched out to what felt like days. Then, as suddenly as the lights had gone out, they came back on. My eyes darted all around the room to find everyone was in the exact same positions they had been in prior to the lights shutting off.
There was one thing new to the room, however.
In bright red paint, scrawled messily, on the wall was written ‘12 Vs 3. Catch us if you can.”
An open act of defiance. Very well then, I know what this means. The game is afoot.
Hey Lapras, will you carry me?
"Les plus désespérés sont les chants les plus beaux, et j'en sais d'immortels qui sont de purs sanglots." Alfred de Musset
is 50ppp straight up not an option on this site lmao thats so scuffed
Have fun. This is not an option . If you don't think you'll have fun with this game... don't join it.
wtf i hate haaving fun
rask v
imma say it before it becomes cool
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