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Immediately following the killing of the bride and groom, there was mass panic! Children were screaming, pregnant women spontaneously aborted, two guests even switched genders. Amid all of the chaos Shadow_Articuno was perfectly calm, Zen-like even.
“They’ve already killed their marks, they’re not going to go after anyone else.” He attempted to reason with the panicky crowd but no one was listening, and for good reason. As the only person not freaking out, Articuno was a prime target for the sniper’s next kill.
BLAM!
The force of the shot brought Shadow_Articuno to his knees, from which he landed unceremoniously face-first on the deck, blood leaking from the hole in his skull. A woman pointed to the corpse screaming, and a new wave of panic ensued.
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Once the party goers had calmed down, the captain and a few others persuaded them that they would be safer by moving to the reception hall and having a bite to eat. The D.J. struck up a beat and despite the day’s tragedies, almost all of the guests were either on the dance floor, or had their faces buried in their selected entrée.
After the dinner festivities had concluded, the ship encountered some rough waters. It pitched and swayed and tossed on the waves, throwing the guests in the reception hall around like dolls. Suddenly, at the height of the storm, a purple tentacle shot through a port hole and wrapped its slimy suckers around the D.J., buzzkid24. It tossed him around in the air a few times, and finally exited through the hole from which it had come. A scream and a crunch could be heard from outside while the waves silently subsided.
“…Didn’t he have the Bass’ken Lake Monster for dinner?” One of the other guests inquired, as the 5 others who had also eaten the Bass’ken Monster entrée ran for the restroom as the caterer chuckled to themselves.
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Later on in the evening, things had seemed to calm down. Panic was to a minimum, drinks were plentiful, and the group had gathered below the ship’s deck at the request of the captain.
“Ladies and Gentlemen” Captain Nemo began, “It seems we are in a bit of a pickle. None of the nearby ports will take us to dock with a killer on board. We need to capture and contain the threat in the Brig before anyone will be able to leave the ship.”
“THAT’S PREPOSTEROUS!” Was the reply as the outraged and inebriated party goers fumed. “WELL WHO WAS IT, THEN? FESS UP!”
“Hold up!” Cried the captain, “There is hope! I’ve received a tip from a reliable source… and also one from an unreputable hellion who is probably working for the killer. Unfortunately I don’t know which is which… but if you can figure it out, maybe we can get back to land sooner!”
“Out with it, man!”
“Alright, alright! Keep your pants on!” the captain cleared his throat, and read aloud the message.

The crowd soon worked itself into a mob. Two mobs to be exact, one party certain Rasani was to blame, while the second group believed it to be Haven_Gal.
“Just look at him! He’s a slimy snake! Who could ever love him?!”
“…just wait one cotton picking minute! I’M NOT SLIMY!” Rasani snapped back.
“What about Haven? SHE LOOKS PRETTY SHORT TO ME!”
“H-hey! What does my height have to do with it?” Haven cried
“EVERYTHING!” replied the group, and with the flip of a coin it was decided Haven would be the first to the Brig!
The door creaked open on its hinges, and Haven fell unceremoniously to the cold, damp floor. She got to her knees just in time to see the door slam shut behind her, leaving her in nearly complete and total darkness.