#murder 4

so heres the backstory behind this: i don't really like getting the role of murder when we play so i usually go find who ever is detective for the round and tell them that i'm murder, for that round tho, jakedawg got his hands on a grenade (i have no idea how btw, you'll have to figure it out) but we found each other and i said "hey guys, i'm murder but i want jake to kill me", so he pulled the pin and we (virtually) hugged each other as we blew up fun fact, he got an achivement for that XD (to be exact, the achivement is to blow up the murder and yourself with the same grenade)

“What the fuck!?” Daryan bellows, audible even from downstairs. Alita rushes towards the stairs, wanting to get to the main floor to see what the commotion is about, when Matt gasps and grabs her by the shoulder.

“That door!” he exclaims, pointing past the office and down the hallway. “It’s open!”

Alita whirls on her heel to look. The door that was closed for the majority of their days here (she had tried to open it on the first day and it had been locked, as expected) was now wide open, the corner of a bed just visible through the doorway.

Dee appears behind her like a ghost, Lana and Mimi hot on her heels as they come up the stairs. “There is a body in the courtyard. It is too dark to determine who it is without going outside.” Dee says flatly.

Mimi rushes to the newly opened bedroom, stopping short as she takes in the sight. “Oh my god! Some guy’s dead in here!”

Dee perks up. “Does that mean there are two bodies? Really!”

“The lights don’t work!” Lana calls out beside Mimi, neither willing to enter a potential crime scene. “But from what I can see, I don’t think it’s Luke…”

“Is it Yanni, dude?” Matt asks, peering nervously through the upstairs window into the courtyard, before looking away and covering his mouth. “Oh shit.”

Daryan stomps upstairs to join the rest of the group. “Who the fuck! Two people? Son of a bitch we have to get out of here!”

Redd does a quick headcount. “Oh my! Perhaps they’re all dead! There is no lady to be seen!” His face is pale, clearly wondering if there were no longer any sort of rules dictating how many could die.

The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs draws everyone’s attention. Before anyone can speak, Shelly appears and drops the limp body of Luke Atmey onto the floor.

“It seems that something has gone awry tonight,” he says, his voice grave. “The number of casualties is great indeed…”

Mimi presses her back against the wall in horror. “All of them?”

Dee lifts her chin, looking disturbed. “I do not approve of this development. You cannot simply assault this many of your cast members in such a manner.”

Alita crosses her arms and eyes the others. “Wow, this is so sad… Shelly, play Despacito.”

Daryan kneels by the body of the prone detective, his face drawn into a serious expression. He leaps back in shock when Luke suddenly jerks up, breathing in sharply.

“I live!” he cries, his voice hoarse. “The shock of discovering Miss Morgan’s body was too much to bear, but only for a moment! The great Ace Detective lives to see another day!”

Shelly, unperturbed by Luke’s awakening, looks into the open bedroom where the morning sun has finally started to rise. “It seems that our dearest Ms. Fey and Mr. Yogi have fallen to the hands of fate. This case is slightly unusual, and expands into many rooms of the estate, so I find it difficult to assign rooms as we have done before. However, between the eight of you, there is still a mystery to be solved.”

“How is this going to work, then?” Lana asks.

“I’m glad you asked, Ms. Skye,” Shelly says. “For those who select to examine the upper floor, there are four options. You may choose to examine the Trophy Room attached through the office, the newly opened Master Bedroom, or the Veranda attached to the suite. For the sake of simplicity, the fourth individual who ventures to the top floor will be able to examine the body of the victim found within the Master Bedroom.”

Alita’s mind begins to race as she and the others take in this new information.

Shelly clears his throat. “For those who choose to examine the bottom floor, your options include the Foyer, the Parlor, and of course the Courtyard. Much like before, the final individual will be responsible for examining the victim.” He pauses, and sighs. “I find this turn of events rather… sloppy. I wish you all the best of luck.”