Utterly bewildered, Luigi quickly looked to the person on his right and wrote their name down on a piece of paper. He wasn't really sure why he was doing this, he just didn't want to be left out.
Out of nowhere, a fat, balding, greasy loser walks up to the box and puts a piece of dirty paper into it.
"Ah, man. I hope I'm not too late to get my geek crate payment in!" Rich Evans yelled, hoping to get another astromech droid R5-D4 toy as his last one broke from very use awhile back.
"Uh, I think I will pass on voting, I mean I would but there is not enough evidence here to pin point a certain person." Morgan said while eyeing everyone.
The old man nodded at Morgan. "Understandable decision," he said softly, as he turned towards the illiterate man.
"Do you by chance need some assistance?" the old man asked Roland.
'Maybe I shouldn't vote either,' Roland replied to the man. 'I don't know anyone'
'Altho this strange world did say something about a Zodiac killer? Whatever type killer that is, Ted Cruz is one of them, rumour has it. Help me vote for him.'
(had to break a tie, sorry!)
The old man heard Roland whisper to him, noting down his vote and putting it in the box. With that, the old man checked the crowd around himself.
"I guess that's that," he said in a tired voice, "I'll be right back," he stated as he grabbed the box. He left the store and went over to the police. The crime scene had been thoroughly checked at this point, and the corpse had been brought to the morgue, so they were available to check the votes. An officer takes the box and counts the votes, complaining about the ice cream in the box as he did.
A couple of minutes later, with everyone anxiously waiting at the ice cream store, the old man and an officer arrive.
"Alright, we've counted the votes, and," the officer turned towards them, "mister Ted Cruz, you have been voted," he told him in a saddened voice. "We're going to have to bring you into custody and plan your public execution... though, I thought you were busy in Texas," the officer commented as he slowly walked over to him.
Ted looked dismayed, and stammered; "What did I do?! I'm a good American citizen! I know the constitution inside and out!", looking around at everyone. As he slowly realized that he was doomed, his face began to look more and more twisted. He slowly looked at the ground and began to chuckle madly.
"Hehehehehhe.... ahahahahaha, AHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAH!" the chuckle echoed.
"You FINALLY caught me! The Zodiac Killer has for SO LONG evaded justice, but even now..." the condemned whipped out a Colt revolver from his pants, "I WILL TAKE THAT JOY AWAY FROM YOU!"
He quickly placed the gun in his mouth, and pulled the trigger with a sadistic smile on his face. His brains explode all over the ice cream parlor, spattering anyone and anything in the splash zone. The Zodiac Killer was no more... However...
[B]Ted "Zodiac Killer" Cruz was not the murderer. Killer, I expect your next PM soon.[/B]
The police officer looked in shock. "First a Bogdanoff died, and now the Zodiac Killer. Who the fuck is going to kick it next?!" he said in a fit.
A small note fell out of the limp corpse that used to be Ted/Zodiac Killer, covered in brains and bits. Open for all to see it read: "I didn't kill the Bogdanoff you gay retards"
"Damn, he is the Zodiac Killer? How on Earth did no one catch him." Morgan asked, ignoring the fact that the Murderer is still on the loose.
"He died as he lived. Dying."
The eulogy spoken by Chef Gio for Teddy Crus.
As the police force arrived to collect the body of the Zodiac Killer and clean the scene, the old man turned towards the group.
"Well, that's that I suppose. That murderer is still out there somewhere... Keep safe everyone," he said with a nod, as he left the store and disappeared into the setting sun.
'Well, atleast we got... a killer?' Roland said with a raised eyebrow
Big Seal: Swole Team 6 sat in a booth in the ice-cream place. Ted Cruz's brains had splattered all over the gaff and somebody was at work cleaning it up.
[i]"Ah, this takes me back..."[/i] he said quietly while finishing his sand ice-cream. He peeled some brain off of his wig and continued to discretely watch the people left in the parlour.
"So uh....how are we supposed to catch the actual killer? Just..vote off everyone? That's quite messed up, there would be more deaths than if we just left this in the Police hands...actually why aren't we letting the cops do this? This situation is extremely confusing.[/sp] Morgan asked.
He then sighed and looked down because he knew no one knew the answer.
Soon, the sun set on Khorrentyaer, and folks began to slowly leave the ice cream store, some confused about this whole voting thing. Some spoke with the police, giving their testimonies in relation to the now-deceased Zodiac Killer, before leaving as well.
Tommy Marmalade decided to stay at his store into the night, developing a new flavor to sell - Applewood Smoked Bacon! However, after getting all the ingredients together, he had to let the ice cream develop. He decided to spend his time cleaning the store some more, making sure to get anything those who cleaned earlier might have missed. As he cleaned though, he thought he heard something other than the sweet sounds of ice cream being made... footsteps. He continued onwards, thinking it was just in his head, until he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. He got suspicious, considering everything that had happened thus far, and decided to walk towards the direction of the noise to investigate. But as he got closer, he smelt something - burning!
He placed his keys on the counter and rushed over, finding that someone had set a fire in the ice cream store's bathroom! He tried to put it out through regular means, but for some reason, the accelerant used for the fire was so flammable that nothing helped! He left the bathroom to try and find the fire extinguisher. He had a specific spot for it in case he needed it for a situation exactly like this one- it's gone. Marmalade panicked. He quickly grabbed his phone and tried to make an emergency call on his old school Nokia. However, it didn't work since his service provider shutdown its 2G service earlier this year!
Before he could panic even more, at that moment, the ice cream seller heard yet another door close. He rushed over, in an attempt to catch the murderer, to discover that they had left through the back door. He grabbed the handle and tried to leave, discovering a horrible truth. He couldn't open it. He looked outside the back door's small window to see why he couldn't - he saw his keys, broken on the floor, along with the extinguisher. Someone had locked him into his store, and had broken the keys off in the back door on their way out.
At this point, the fire had expanded beyond the bathroom, and had begun engulfing the entire store. Mr. Marmalade tried to rush back to the front of the store, where he could possibly escape by breaking a window or something, but the structural damage caused by the fire forced a part of the ceiling to collapse in front of him. He was stuck. He tried to use pieces of the ceiling to break through the rubble, but it was futile.
Soon, the entire building was on fire. Late into the night as the morning approached, fire trucks could be heard rushing to the scene. By the time they arrive, the whole complex had collapsed in on itself. The fire was finally put out, but the life of the store owner could not be saved.
[B]Tommy Marmalade was not the murderer.[/B]
Morgan was once again starting his day, cleaning up Aisles, packing shelves, punching Customers, at his favorite Workplace, the Grocery store.
He was about to punch a little old lady when he heard on the TV...
"Tommy Marmalade, owner of Rainbow Scoops, has died last night..."
"Holy crap..." Morgan said to himself.
"Is this the curse from Australia that I've heard about? The one where people close to me die?" Morgan said with a concerned voice.
He looked back to the TV and saw footage of a burning building, recorded last night.
"Is that?..." Morgan asked himself, before he could finish he realized the Reporter was still talking.
"Tommy Marmalade appeared to be inside the store at the time of the fire, the police hasn't ruled out Foul Play and are currently investigating the incident."
"This comes as a shock to the residents of Khorrentyaer as not only did they lose Wenceslas Bogdanov, whose investigation is still going on, but also as Tommy Marmalade, a well known and respected resident, and known for his Icecream."
"Now, for the Sports...."
The news then trailed off onto the news which Morgan found irrelevant given the situation.
He then ran out of the Grocery store and ran to Rainbow Scoops, hoping it was just a big PR stunt..
It wasn't...Where he stood, he saw a collapsed, burnt, building, where Rainbow Scoops one stood.
Morgan was shocked and scared, so much that he didn't move from outside Rainbow Scoops.
While the trademark "BRAND NAME GROCERY STORE" had a television set to RT, which only briefly mentioned the second death in Khorrentyaer, touching more upon the death of the Zodiac Killer, on a different television channel, the regional Fox-affiliate WPOR 97, dedicated their morning segment to discussing the events of the last two days.
[QUOTE]"Looking at the beautiful sun today, one can't help but greet their fellow man with a cheery 'Good Morning'! Unfortunately, this morning has been anything but good," the first host of the morning program stated. His co-host nodded in agreeance.
"Yeah..." the second host faded out slightly, before speaking up; "For those following the local news of the last two days, you would know that there might be a murderer on the loose."
"You can't really say one is out yet," the first host jumped in, "but with what has happened, we have to make sure all the details are laid out, especially for our fantastic viewers at home."
"Two days ago, there was an unfortunate car accident that led to the death of one of the sons of one of the world's most.... interesting pair of scientists we've ever seen. I am of course referring to Wenceslas Bogdanov."
"It was a grizzy sight according to those that saw the crime scene. There was.... what was it called, botulinum? Whatever it was, it was all over the scene," the first host stated, before the second host added; "It splattered out of the victim, since he had gone through plastic surgery similar to his father."
The first host continued: "Then, it seems as though someone jumped the gun and called for an execution vote!"
"For those unaware, the area has a long standing tradition of doing votes to rid those detrimental to society, which usually started up following murders such as Wenceslas', which the police managed to confirm was a murder, with a couple of eye witnesses and a camera straight out of the 90s stating that he was pushed into traffic."
The first host nodded. "I personally am not a fan of this tradition. It is absolutely barbaric, and no one can seem to find a source for it."
"People seem to think it is of Spanish origin. Others say it was an Amerindian thing. Who knows for sure?" the second host shrugged.
The first host sighed. "Whilst the tradition itself has thankfully been disappearing in recent years, its last usage was frighteningly recent. It was almost three years ago since those serial murders happened."
The second host nodded sadly, before looking at the camera. "At the very least, this recent execution brought some good news."
The first host had a giggle. "Who would've expected the Zodiac Killer to have been hiding in that town out of all places, and disguised as Ted Cruz?!"
"It's like he used the Internet or something. Must've forgotten that Cruz didn't live in this state though."
"Indeed! The news of the Zodiac Killer's demise by suicide has caught on like wildfire both on the news and online, with thousands of image macros being made to illustrate the absurdity of it all."
"Sadly, we couldn't stay delighted for long, for later that night, another death occurred."
The first host nodded sadly to this fact; "I'm sure that everyone has heard by now, but for those unaware, Rainbow Scoops, the ever-popular ice cream store run by local van enthusiast Tommy Marmalade, suffered a disastrous fire late last night. Mr. Marmalade was inside, possibly cooking up a new flavor, as he always did, when the fire happened."
"The fire was put out, but not before that whole building collapsed under the loss of structural integrity. The whole thing is now a burnt mess. And they dragged out Tommy's smoldered body out of the wreckage."
"The police still hasn't confirmed whether or not this was the result of an accident, or something committed by the murderer of one of the Bogdansons, but either way, another life has perished," the first host finished.
"I just hope they catch this guy like they did those two three years ago."
"Hopefully they do, and they manage to give him jail time, unlike the one currently in judicial stalemate, or the one who was executed."
"Anyway, I hope that you all have a decent morning, since this might not end in a while."
The two hosts waved to the camera, as it switched to a screen, briefly showing a memorial of all those killed two years ago in no given order, separated by two dots to indicate the two different cases, followed by the names of those who survived and a message stating that "We hope they manage to return to a life of normality."
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William Richardson • Nuwit-Quiw F. Poinxsquad • Danil Gregori Veselov Jr. • Radomir Avgust • Lazlo Rostoevsky • Adrian McCaffrey • Aljfred Grigorievich Bogdanov • August Green • Carlo Farnese • Logan Fischer • Oleg Loginov • Leslie Kovacs • Roman Sionis • Gyurgi Shagdyrov
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Jon Ondagrond • Joakim Eastlindt • Tim Bradley • Onovo Viracocha • Mortimer Ratbeard • Jed Sonovagun • Kurt Green • Jeff Hill • Isaac Bloom
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Nick Ignaces • Abraham Ishmael Ali • Eddie Horne • Vanolo Bar • Oscar Astorange • Reid Knoll • Felix Thatcher • Vukašin Geraint[/QUOTE]
Chef was busy making pizza spaghetti in his kitchen when he heard the news over the radio. You see, Chef doesn't make just pizzas and spaghetti and pizza spaghetti and spaghetti pizzas. He also makes his own brand of gelato, which he's expressed desire in the past to sell at Tommy's store. To hear both Tommy and his shop go up in flames shocks Chef to his core.
After informing his staff he's going to be investigating the store, and being let in by police at the scene of the crime, he starts to look around. Perhaps he may find something here that will give him a clue as to who could've incinerated Tommy.
After standing around, staring in shock, he saw Giovanni, the Chef that was part of the group at the Icecream store.
It seems like he was investigating himself.
Morgan walked over and asked him if he knows anything.
"Do you know anything that might have happened? I mean, like, anything at all?" Morgan asked.
"This is freaking me out, first Bogdanov and now Tommy. I hope we aren't targeted." Morgan said.
[To those investigating, I'll be using a similar system to the one Chernobyl used for me in Season 2. Pick a number between 1 and 200. You get the number right, you get a clue. You don't, and you find nothing.]
It was morning in the Big Seal: Swole Team 6 household and the dependapatomus had decided to "take a walk" [sp]otherwise known as "go and get a tub of ice cream"[/sp]. This convenient opportunity presented Big Seal the opportunity to investigate those GODDAMN dessertists again. There was no way that they could be left alone, unsupervised for any long stretch of time... the security of the USA was very much at stake (plus sand-flavoured ice cream was the tits)!
Long since having realised that the wife couldn't see him around her immense girth if he skulked in the right place behind her, he forewent the usual methods of putting together a painstakingly good disguise and went out in normal, civilian clothing. It was a nice change, plus anytime he needed to hide he could just dive behind his portable boulder. Trudging 100m down the road from their house and only having to stop for breath once, they soon arrived at the scene of the Rainbow Scoops fire. Ignoring the distraught wails of his beached whale, Big Seal took in the scene carefully. The ashes of the building still simmered with a red-hot glow, the police were finally moving the body of the dessertist leader and, worryingly, melted ice cream had created a viscous, slow-moving (but highly menacing) tsunami that had already claimed the paintwork of one nearby car.
"Rest in peace brother of freedom" Big Seal murmured to himself, before pulling out his concealed carry and putting a mercy magazine into the engine. As everyone looked around trying to figure out where the gunshots had came from, he leapt behind his (debatably) self-aware hide with tears in his eyes. As the car blew up, he wept for its loss of innocence, his wife's annoying shrill cries and the fact he wasn't getting any sand ice cream. For a moment he was paralyzed by sadness... but from sadness often cometh righteous anger. "If the murder weren't a rabid dessertist... who could it be? Surely not one of the greatest people alive- Americans... maybe it's that weird-looking ruskie character" he mused. "I wonder if there are any clues left behind in the shop?"
[sp]Big Seal: Swole Team 6 guesses a clue might be [b]69[/b]![/sp]
[QUOTE=Ruski v2.0;52168409][sp]Big Seal: Swole Team 6 guesses a clue might be [b]69[/b]![/sp][/QUOTE]
[sp]Unfortunately, I rolled a 189. No clue for you![/sp]
The police was shocked by the sudden exploding car following the gunshots. Was the Murderer nearby?! They called for reinforcement, while calling for the fire department to bring another fire truck and forensics to transport the cadaver bag to the morgue.
Chef's first stop in Tommy's shop was the kitchen, where he thought the source of the fire might have been. Inspecting for clues as to what caused the fire that killed his business neighbor, he deduced that if this is not where the fire started, then there's a very good chance this was a murder.
(( Rolling to get a clue. ))
[QUOTE=F T;52169925](( Rolling to get a clue. ))[/QUOTE]
[sp]You chose 22 and you got a 41! Sorry bud, no clues.[/sp]
The police looked on as the tiny chef went through the wreckage and entered the kitchen. As he did so, he saw that unlike the rest of the building, the kitchen seemed to have received the least amount of damage, if no one checks the electricity that is.
A few investigators were looking through the place while Giovanni walked past them. One investigator yelled, having tasted the eye cream that was being made, unrelated to the viscous tsunami which had enveloped an officer already. "HE WAS MAKING APPLEWOOD SMOKED BACON FLAVORED ICE CREAM! I LOVE THAT FLAVOR!" he proclaimed, now crying because he would never be able to purchase it.
However, as Giovanni looked around, he couldn't find any clues that could confirm or deny that the fire started here. At least he knew the ice cream Marmalade was making wasn't the source.
[Oh yeah, I should also mention it is one roll per murder scene. So you now have to wait until the next time someone is murdered for a try.]
While walking around, Morgan was trying to figure out what he would do for his icecream supply in his Grocery store, usually they get Rainbow Scoops but after the death and fire, it will have to be something else.
He decided to walk back to the Grocery Store and talk to his boss about the icecream situation.
"Morgan...You're not supposed to be here, I fired you." Said his Boss.
"Come on man, someone just got burnt alive and you are making jokes? What type of Boss are you...look, I just want to know what is happening with the Icecream situation now that Rainbow Scoops burnt down." Morgan said and asked, with a slight disgust in his tone.
"Uhm...we can still sell the other icecream brands, like Kiddy Pops, Tiddly Winks and so on, disappointing that Rainbow Scoops is gone but it's not the end of the world." Boss man said.
"Look I have time for this, if you are going to hang around no matter what, at least go clean the bathrooms, it's filthy in there." Boss man said.
"Fine, I'll go and clean the bathrooms, unlike some people I care about the community." Morgan said as he walked off.
Morgan headed to the bathroom to start cleaning up.
After Morgan left the ruins of Rainbow Scoops to once more be oblivious to the fact that he was fired from his job at BNGS [pronounced Benges], the police at the scene approached Giovanni and Big Seal. They informed the two that the old man was getting ready for the next vote, something everyone else involved began feeling.
The old man himself was carrying the voting/ballet box and, with Rainbow Scoops gone, headed towards Casa Italiania, where everyone involved felt they should be headed to.
[It is voting time once again! Send your guess/accusation by PM, on Facepunch preferably, and then we'll do the voting proper!]
As his lumberbeast made the long trek home for hibernation, Big Seal: Swole Team 6 drifted over to where the rest of the 'interesting' characters of this small American town were beginning to accumulate. Having lost their previous rendezvous point to the fire it seemed unrealistic to do the vote there... especially because the creeping ice-cream tsunami was still menacingly patrolling the area.
Putting on his wig and strutting into the Italian restaurant, he took in the decor. Very... 16 bit. But ignoring the painfully flawed feng-shui of the establishment, Big Seal suspiciously eyed the eyeties lurking at the bar. Aside from the fact Big Seal never really looks at anything in a non-suspicious manner, ~operator as fuck~, this was because his grandpa had had a saying he'd never forgot; "Around spaghetti, never forgetti... the man whose name rhymed with tortellini". It was an odd belief for a man who fought in the civil rights movement to harbour, for sure, but doublethink was something Big Seal, as an American PATRIOT, had mastered.
Staring again at the box, which had noticed him walk and had nervously tried to hide, he forced it to acknowledge his (or her) presence. The box once again put his vote inside itself, hoping to god it wouldn't have to be subjected to such treatment again.
After having a tingling in his Stomach for Spaghetti, Morgan went to Casa Italiania.
When he walked in, he saw the group from the Icecream shop, gathered around a voting box.
"Oh no, not again." Said Morgan.
"Do we really have to accuse someone that may be innocent? We are sentencing him to death." Gordon asked with a disgusted tone.
Chef inhales a fuck ton of air before hollering out his traditional Italian welcome to all these customers.
"[I]BENVENUT[/I]-..."
But he stopped. The old man from earlier, the same man who demanded everyone cast a vote on who should die next, was at the entrance.
This was not good. Someone was going to die again today.
The old man had set the box down onto one of the unreserved tables at the restaurant, and having contacted the police to inform those involved, he hoped folks would arrive sooner. While that wouldn't be the case, some folks did come faster than others.
He didn't like the dirty look Seal was giving the box, and he was about to comment on it when Morgan arrived and commented on the situation. He sighed.
"Unfortunately, that is the only way we can narrow it down if we follow tradition. And we do not stray from tradition, Morgan," he told him bluntly before going; "But... I guess we could consider jailing the accused instead, but then the murderer might take the night off, thus solving nothing."
He didn't notice Giovanni arrive before him, which he thought was a bit eerie, but he turned towards him as he tried to greet him. "Buona sera, signore capocuoco," he responded.
Shaking, Chef nervously responded to the old man.
"...Qualcuno sta andando a morire oggi?"
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