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5 yrs ago
If a horse runs too fast, it bleeds from the lungs
5 yrs ago
Alright. Let's take this from the top.
5 yrs ago
The Nation RP scene is dead right now... When does it pick up!?
5 yrs ago
Don't cut yourself on that edge, Andreyich.
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The shovel may have broke new ground, but it was the hot air balloon that took humanity to new heights
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"It doesn't matter." Caora smiled widely. "Even it you are the mastermind, Mr Conquest, you're still our friend! Although, this was totes a dick move. Is that what you call it? A "dick move"?" he pondered the quandry that was the value of a move and the dicking thereof momentarily, before smiling again. "Even the teddy is a friend! And the girls! Except Geina."

Little Conquest turned to Lucas. "When you go to meet God and Baby Jesus, can you find my mamma? She'll want to know how I'm doing.'

In short order, the execution began. Everyone got to see what was happening. Obviously, such a horrid, traumatic affair would command total silence. A mist of despair would descend upon the survivors as they were compelled to watch someone they once called a friend being executed. Surely, nothing could take away from a solemn occasion such as this.

"Spooky scary Skeletons send shivers down your spine. Their shrieking skulls will shock your soul, seal your doom tonight"

After a serious lack of regard for occasion, as well as a surprisingly in depth lyrical knowledge, Lucas was dead. Caora still not having grasped that this was an execution, immediately burst into giggles upon seeing the Paranormal Investigators stupid face.
"Wow. Looks like Lucas was just dying to get out of there!"


Little Conquest? Caora's heart swelled with pride. They were so close to solving this case! He could almost taste it!

He spared only a glance at the Booby Monster Mary, but it was enough. He could feel energy rushing through his tiny body like thunderbolts, energising him. She gave him hope (amongst other things)! They could do this if they just cooperated!

"Like HECK we lost! he slammed his palms on the table. "There's only two people it could be! And I think that the person who did it... Is you, Lucas!"

Little Conquest pointed an accusatory finger. His eyes were ablaze with fury. For the first time, Caora didn't look like a mewling little girl... He looked almost boyish.

"You said you were gonna meet them. All you needed was your tools. So where were you? You missed the whole thing. Super lucky, as far as your concerned! You knew where they would meet and they totally wouldn't suspect you."

"Lucas, your the one who killed Mr Monk!" Caora accused. "If you didn't, please remove your clothes and prove it! I wanna see the equipment and make sure you don't have any bruises!"
Joiningness confirmed


Caora showed no sign of getting redressed. In fact, he actually went and removed his vest, showing off a lissom but waifish musculature. The only thing between the boy and nudity was some pretty pink panties that... Didn't exactly hide anything.

"But if there was no fight, why is Mr Monk all scratched up?" he pondered aloud. Darn, this killer was good. Not good good, but bad good. Good at being bad, which isn't good, but they were good at how not good they were. They were bad at being good, so bad they were bad, and good at being bad. "You'd have to be totes daft to just stand there and let someone scratch you..."

He stopped briefly to pose for Noel's camera, before continuing: "Unless... He scratched him after he was deaded? And why would he do that?"
Maybe the killer was a squirrel? Like, they thought Mr Monk was a nut and they wanted to get in? Nah, a squirrel wouldn't hurt a person like that. Squirrels were nice. The thingymabobber was gone... And everyone Was saying Krissie beat herself up. Hmm... And the chopper paper was in Krissie's room... Meaning that this totally evil murderer person must have wanted everyone to think Krissie beat herself up! Which meant...

"The knife! The person who did it scratched Mr Monk after he kilt him so we would think it was the knife what scratched him! That would totally make it look like Krissie! Well played, Mr Evil Murderer... "

But none of this helped. They had an idea of what happened - but who and why?


Oh, boy, the politician was mouthing off again. What a blabber. Someone really needed to shut him up.
"Hey, CHUCKLEHEAD!" cried Caora carelessly. "Krissie was K.OED, not deaded! Someone could totes squish her if she was just knockeded out!"

Oh, bully, a challenge! Davis seemed like he was gonna fight him! He even lept his podium and everything! And of course Caora would accept - he stood up and cried out "Gu bàs, a nàmhaid!"
But... sigh, he didnt want to talk to him. He wanted to talk to Bliss. Aww. No fighting today, it seemed. Maybe next time?

Nanna went on to explain that Dvais probably didnt think Krissie did it, just that evidence pointed to her. Well, duh! Course she couldnt do it! She was totes out cold! Davis just liked the girls, she says. But why? Some of the girls were big dumb meanies! Like the booby monster, Mary, who kept trying to suffocate him! Why would he like her? And... the wedge? What wedge? Like a cheese wedge? Ugh, cheese. Caora HATED cheese, it was all yucky and... cheesy. He can see why someone would want to turn that to dust. If Nanna was right, then... darn, this totes wasn't going anywhere.

He stopped listening to Davis, preferring instead to speak with Fang.
Èist a-nis, Fang. Fhuair sinn tòrr obair a dhèanamh ... agus chan eil, chan eil sin na tha mi ag iarraidh. Tha, tha e 'bodach. Agus le droch fhàileadh. Nit glè bhòidheach. Ach chan eil sin cudromach anns a 'bhad. Ma tha Mgr manach a chaidh a stopadh a-steach a 'chreig ... AH! Tha e coltach gu bheil neach-lagha a 'gheama? Faigh an fhianais agus a 'chrois sgrùdadh a dhèanamh air na fianaisean! Faodaidh sinn sin a dhèanamh gu tur!

The boy and his sheep conversed. They needed a theory, a real, proper theory, like the Big Banger or Revolution. Now think... if I were a killer, what would I do?
So, like, who would be there first? If it was Mr Monk, then why would he be chopping the rock? Chop chop chop, fall fall fall, squish squish squish. Makes sense. But who would have kilt him? That would mean the killer would have to have seen Krissie, then kilt Mr Monk... nah, that didn't seem right. Then they would have needed the file thingy or the knife.
Krissie? Then how would the rock be filed? Would she be filing it? She tries to push the rock over, gets caught and beaten up, maybe hurts Mr Monk in the meantime, then Mr Monk gets killed? That would work.
Or the murderer could have the file, beat up Krissie and then try and push the rock on her. Mr Monk comes in, gets attacked and gets killed? That would also totes make sense. But wait! If there was an attack, surely there would be hurting? Bruises or something?

Hands slammed on the table. Nothing could be left to chance. If someone was bruised, that meant they might have did it! No one got out a fight without bruises and bumps! That's what Mama always said!
Feverishly, the boy started taking his clothes off. He dropped his skirt and started throwing off his shirt -
revealing a pink vest top and some rather tight matching panties. "Everyone! Clothes off! Me and Fang just thought of something!" He yelled as he undressed.


Caora tittered as Cyrus tried to drill into him. "Yah, yah, yah, you're a big scary dude with nothin important to say. Quiet time now, the grown ups are talking!"

He lazily leaned on his podium, hands together like an annoyed professor. Fang sat under the pyramid like a watchful guardian, glassy eyes watching the whole court.
"Mr Perfection, you have some SUPER big holes in your theory! First, how did Krissie knock out Mr Monk? He's SUPER tall and made of metal and she's, like..." he lifted his hands to about Krista's height. "Yay tall. So, like, how? Two, what's with the handle thingy and the big rock spike? Why's there a hole in the rock and where's the rest of the thingymabobber that the handle was a part of? And three, Mr Monk and Krista was SUPPOSED to be together all the time. Mr Monk and Krista, then, should have totes been in the cave together! You don't like the footprints, maybe, but Krista was, like, in the cave, then he was supposed to be in with her? So, like, why were they separated?"

Caora turned to look at Bliss. He didnt want to chew her out. Out of all the people here, he desperately didn't want it to be her. But he needed to know.
"Nanna, we need to know. Where was Krissie and Mr Monk when you left them?"
Yo, discord invite died again.

Just make a permanent one XD
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