DuckTapeAl

she got angry and said "then they need to pick a different word". and so you need to pick a different word.

don't think this is exclusive to public spaces like the mall or the park or whatever either. she has a tablet and access to the internet, just the same as you do. she can read, write, and make her own decisions. she has a husband.

after 24 hours of diligently staring at two very large very stylish serial killers who may or may not be bats, you've come to the conclusion that......!

...you have no idea where to even begin.

fortunately, the results of your decision have (much to your surprise, and admittedly temporary relief) NOT actually resulted in your immediate expulsion from the world of the living!

because your subjects are mad for a very different, very specific, very slightly unrelated reason.

as it turns out, this was NEVER a poll about discovering who's infiltrating the bazaar- mr veils, whichever figure it may be, couldn't care less even if it wanted to try. no. it was instead far more occupied with one very important, very simple question;

who can pull off the outfit better?

its impersonator- whether by nature, or by sheer commitment to the bit- was similarly enthralled by this truly unparalleled conundrum. they were both eagerly anticipating a landslide victory in the bat authenticity elections. your indecisiveness has made both of them very very inconvenienced, and very very angry.

there is only one way to defuse the anger of the vake (and the vake's extremely committed doppelganger);

deciding which bat (or homunculus pretending to be a bat) is a huge cutie pie!!!!!!!

you have been generously donated (or punished with, some might say) another 24 hours to compliment your figure of choice and decide, once and for all, who's the real fake bat here.

but your subjects- dastardly as they are- won't make things easy for you in this surprise final round. they've shuffled themselves, locked hands, and tampered with their labels*, making it impossible to tell which bat used to be which! you'll have to rely solely on your eyes to solve this new dilemma. and figure out which bat is objectively more cute. that's still an important factor, don't forget.

*oh, and they obviously killed someone to get the "paint" for said tampering, but that's fineeee. everything is fineeeeeeee. what's a little murder between hunter and hunted??

now, pick your final vote carefully...

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ARE YOU SMARTER THAN MR FIRES?

there's a devious imposter in the masters' midst. a rogue londoner has crafted an all-concealing robe and snuck into the heart of the bazaar. they've tampered with taxes, stolen from hoards, sabotaged schemes, and have even gone as far as to bite their ""coworkers"" a truly nonsensical number of times in a row.

these atrocities CANNOT stand. somehow, someway, they MUST be brought to justice.

🫵 and YOU have been chosen for this all-important task.

it is your responsibility (and obligation, under threat of being subjected to mr pages' terrible poetry) to figure out which robed tyrant is the bat behind the slaughter. if you fail, the real mr veils will almost certainly kill you for failing to notice its clearly superior taste in fashion. if you succeed... well, it'll probably kill you anyway, but at least you'll die with the knowledge that you're really really good at spot the difference games. or perhaps the imposter will find it in his fluke-core heart to discard his disguise and save your life? you can only dream.

you only have one day, and one shot. you have to make this count. with the threat of death and/or crushing indignity looming from above, you finally ask yourself once and for all...