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« on: February 08, 2010, 01:20:28 AM »
Ask and ye shall recieve!
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A secluded mansion atop a lonely hill, somewhere in the darker recesses of RPM.
Eight individuals came for a weekend of fun and enjoyment.
One of them is now dead.
But the question remains...
WHO MURDERED PROTOMAN BLUES?
Nick Z. Rythm - now, in a moment of enthusiastic pretention, calling himself Inspector Elenvical Nigmaticus - had gathered the six remaining guests together into the drawing room. Wearing a dusty trenchcoat and rumpled fedora, he paced back and forth in front of the crackling fireplace, sucking idly on the end of his pipe while he did so. There, in front of him, lay the deceased body of Protoman Blues. One by one, Inspector Nigmaticus' scrutinising glare scanned the perturbed guests.
Magnus Ryujin; Sir Magnus of Hottehedde.
Archer; General Roanstrum d'Archer.
Irgendein Typ; Irgy the Chimneysweep Lad.
Dr. Wily II; Herr Wile von Uberdergruber.
Strangeman; Mr. Strangerson of the Smiling Masque.
Vixy; Lady Rebecca Vanderbooben.
"One of you has commited this crime," Inspector Nigmaticus droned, hooking a thumb at PB's corpse; his face twisted into a contorted look of shock and agony. Nigmaticus popped his mouth against the tip of his pipe. "Even if it takes every drop of blood, sweat and tears in my body, I will find out just whodunnit!"
General d'Archer raised a hand. "That's grammatically unso--"
"Silence, murderer," barked the Inspector. "Just for that, you're number one on my list of suspects!"
"What? But I--"
"Well, if that's gonna be your tone, I think I can safely say it WAS you whodunnit!"
General d'Archer closed his mouth and stared embitteredly into the fireplace. Inspector Nigmaticus remused his pacings.
"Now, upon examining the body, I have found a number of potentially important facts. For one, there does not appear to be any form of wound on the body; that rules out the use of a gun or bladed implement. Furthermore, the complexion of his skin implies he has not been dead for long - four hours, at the most. Rigor mortis has, most fortunately, not yet set in. Wait...should it have set in by this point? I don't know, I'm not a doctor. Finally, he was found dead in his dressing gown, which means he must have been murdered when he was, shall we say...defenseless? Were he in his dinner jacket and possessing a steak knife in his back, I would say he was murdered with a steak knife...at dinner time. Alas, he is not. That only makes the case even more mysterious, confounding, mysterious, enigmatic and, above all, mysterious!"
Irgy raised a hand.
"Yes?"
"Can I go now? I only came here for the free food."
"No! A good chimneysweep boy remains until the case is solved."
"But I'm not even a chimneyswe--"
"What's that I hear? You're guilty, too?"
Irgy, too, turned silent.
"Good. That's precisely what I like to not hear."
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That's all I got, sorry. xD