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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 8:14 am
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The bogieman sighed as he looked around the room. He always got left with the small time crimes, many of which turned out not to be a real crime at all. There was no real evidence as far as he could see. Sure, this kid was missing, but he could be out with friends or finally enrolling in the school. The window was broken but could he really prove there was a struggle, or when it was actually broken? The place was a mess but it was obvious to him that this food and trash accumulated over a long period of time, as they were in varying stages of decay. There were messages on the machine but they hadn't even been listened to before they arrived so there was also no telling when he had dialed the last number used or if it was even related to this at all. They'd have to search the phone records but there's no way their department would allow for that with such little evidence of a crime taking place at all.
HEL confused him certainly but could he be sure that's what was being written? He could have been writing help, sure, or it could stand for Hellma, the headmistress at the school that had been calling. It could even have been HELL, as living in this room was surely that. It might not hurt to try to track down Hellma, Gluttony and Lilith to try to find out more but he would be scolded for wasting more time. Time was money and he wasn't getting paid to come up with nothing, something his superior had told him time and time again. There simply wasn't enough to go on.
The rope was a curious item. The stains at the bottom of it could be from the floor, it was littered with waste. It could also be from use though, someone grabbing it and using it. If it reached the door at a gentle slope, perhaps if pulled with absolutely no slack at all, it could be tied around the knob? If it was used to prevent someone from getting it, it would explain why the window had to be used instead.
Of course, the rope could have been used in some sort of freaky sexual fetish. Perhaps a girlfriend would swing around on it. He'd sure in the hell like that so wouldn't anyone? Especially a teenager with raging hormones? Who knew how the the youngsters got their freak on in this day and age. He was more than a little jealous of the idea as well.
Then again, this Sloth kid could have tied the rope around himself. He seemed the lazy sort and probably slept a lot. He could be prone to sleep walking and used it to keep from endangering himself or others during one of his sleep stupors. What if he suffered from nightmares or night terrors and he could have been a victim of nothing other than himself? Even the black substance could be from Sloth himself. A guy that would live like this had to have terrible hygiene. He could have struggled with something that was never really there to start with, wrote asking for help thinking it was all real, even try to wash off the grime before giving up and jumping out the window, only to teleport away once he reached the street and felt relatively safe? He could be awake somewhere feeling really foolish or still wandering about in a sleep stupor.
Another possible scenario was that the filth of this place finally took a stand. Anything was possible in this town and when you let things go for too long, they can get angry. It was possible that the grime was from some slime monster, created by Sloth's own neglect. It could have been in here, trying to escape. It could have been birthed at the sink or had tried to find a way out there. Over time, it could have grown until it was big enough to break through the window and flee. Perhaps at the end of the road, it hitched a ride with a group of drunk skeletons or simply jumped in the back of a truck. It was a ridiculous thought but the idea of the grime monster had some merit.
What was it he had read in some book he swiped from a human home? "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Of course, it didn't bring any comfort to him or help him know what exactly took place here.
There was simply not enough evidence to report this as a crime. He would put out an APB on the missing boy so that if spotted, he would be brought in and questioned. This couldn't even be classed as a missing persons report unless the boy is gone for 24-48 hours. So right now, his hands were tied. There wasn't enough evidence to report this as a crime scene or investigate further.
He knew one thing though, when he got off duty, he was going home to his wife...
....after he stopped by the hardware store and bought some super sticky glue and a long piece of rope. His marriage needed some spicing up.
Wherever this kid was, he hoped he was okay and he hoped he wouldn't awake tomorrow to a real crime scene.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 11:36 am
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"It's a hard life out there in the naked city, see? The weak, the slow, they get picked off quick and clean." The rookie blew out a plume of spectral smoke. "But this ain't no crime, not this time. Sloth - all you gotta do is take a look at this place to see our kid ain't fabricatin' some grandiose plan. Too much effort. Everything's too much effort."
The rookie pivoted on one foot and strolled over to the broken window, hands clasped behind his back. "But there's this dame. There's always a dame, see? Lilith. You can tell by her name, too - real femme fatale. So let me paint you a picture." Another plume of smoke wreathed the rookie's silhouette, stark black against the window.
"No real man's gonna bring a dame like that back to this pigsty, see? But cleanin' it up - that's way beyond our Sloth's abilities. So he borrows some cold, hard seeds off of his sweet sister. Seeds enough to hire help. Not just any place is gonna take on a job like this, see... it's gonna be pricey. All that moolah... but clean-up's guaranteed."
The rookie turned, visible only in profile now as the lightbulb fizzed out. "So the cleaning ghoul comes on in. It's a mess. It's worse than anything she's ever laid eyes on, and she's seen a lot of action in this messed-up town. And her supes want this job done right. She's sweating buckets..." The rookie dragged one finger across the congealed mass of ectoplasm on the sill. "And even resorts to settin' up... alternative methods, so she don't have to drown in the filth." He gestured at the rope. "Safety line, see? Standard procedure."
"But. It's too much. She cleans, and cleans, and sweats... and there's more, always more. Places she cleans just seem to fill up again." He jerked one thumb in the direction of the sink. "And she's sweatin' so much, she's makin' everything worse. And it all starts to weigh on her mind... she writes messages. H-E-L-P, of course. She's losin' it. Until, finally... crash. Through the window, out, shudderin' in the street, buckets of 'plasm sliding off of her, all stained from the grime. Then she's gone, once the worst of it is off of her, layin' on the street like shed snakeskin. Off to take twenty showers. You'll find her - just look for high water consumption."
Another plume of smoke haloed his figure as he turned once more to face his own supervisor. "And Sloth? He's probably as far away as he could get... without it being too hard. Check the travel agencies. I bet he's on some beach somewhere, maybe the Boo-hamas, sippin' a cocktail and kicking back while everyone else does his damn dirty work. He's not gonna be happy when he gets back..."
There was a long pause as the rookie stylishly tilted his fedora.
"Nice theory," his partner muttered. "Just..."
"Yeah?"
"Will you stop watching film noir flicks?!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 2:46 pm
exclaim My entry is done with Ren'py Visual Novel Engine. As such it's a ZIP file and you DO need a way to play the game and/or read python script. In the event the judges can't/won't accept the entry please let me know so I can post the basic script here. Ren'Py site, where you can download the engine (I don't think you need to install it): Main siteThe zip file: HereUnzip the file, and open using the Ren'Py engine. IDK, haven't been able to figure out how to get the game to play otherwise D:>
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 3:50 pm
[[ Entering for Sloth! ]]
Click clack click clack click clack click clack click clack...
"That typewriter is ridiculously annoying, I hope you realize that. And why are you using that old thing? Haven't you realized we're in the twenty-first century now and there are these inventions called 'computers' that you can type on without annoying the crap out of your partner? Jeez, get with the program."
"I happen to like my typewriter, thank you very much. Besides, aren't you supposed to be telling me what happened here?"
"I thought that was your job."
"Was not. You drew the short straw, not me."
"I still maintain that you switched them somehow."
"Quit trying to change the subject and tell me what the hell happened here."
"Jeez, so impatient. Also your tie is crooked."
Crash boom BANG.
"OW OW OUCH! OKAY FINE, I'LL TELL THE DAMN STORY."
"Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to serve your country."
"Shut up. So here's the deal. Sloth. Lazy as all hell. Hobbies include stuffing his face, drawing on the walls, and skipping class to go sleep. Got this stalker chick named Gluttony and likes this dude named Lilith - "
"Wait - dude?"
"That's what I said, ain't it? Yeah, Lilith's a dude, a demon in fact, although he hates his name and therefore attempts to pretend he's a girl just to be obnoxious. Sloth met him through an online dating site and - "
"A what?"
"Stop interrupting me. Sloth meets this Lilith chick...er, dude...on the HallowHearts dating site where the motto is 'Date til you drop and we'll raise you from the dead to date some more!"
"Nice."
"I thought so. Anyway, so Sloth's got this whole romantic thing goin' on with Lilith, who he thinks is a girl, and they're exchangin' gushy love letters and 'I love you's' and 'No, you hang up first~tee hee~!' type things - "
"Please never, ever say 'tee-hee!' again in your life. Ever."
" - when one day, Sloth decides he wants to meet this lady love of his. So he decides he's gonna surprise her with a visit and gets himself all dolled up and such at his place, but this girl - who has a crush on him and refuses to leave him alone - named Gluttony decides she's gonna come and visit him. He hasn't been returning her phone calls or letters because he's been too busy chattin' it up with Lilith dude/dudette. Well, that would just ruin all of his plans, now wouldn't it? So he decides to try and make the place as unappetizing and nasty as possible."
"Some girls just can't take a hint."
"It's so Gluttony won't stay too long, since she's called him a bagillion times anyway and he just ignores the messages. Besides, Sloth wants to go get his freak on with his girl...man. Whatever. Anyway, he starts dumping trash everywhere, throwin' banana peels in the sink and dumping papers, but then when he's trying to ransack his closet for something to wear, he discovers a rope. And he comes up with this plan - "
"A brilliant, horrible, awful plan?"
"......you've been watching The Grinch way too much lately. At any rate, Sloth decides that in order to keep Gluttony away from him, he'll just fake his own death. So he ties the rope to the ceiling to make it look like he's killed himself. Smears that black crap all over the window - "
"That black crap being..?"
"His grandmother's cooking, of course. Granny Sloth ain't the best chef in the world, if you know what I'm saying. I think the black crap was actually supposed to be some sort of tomato sauce at one point."
"Nice. By the way, what did the phone message mean, then? The one where Gluttony is asking Sloth if he 'called them?'"
"Oh, that' Gluttony told her parents that she was marrying Sloth, and wanted him to call up his parents and tell them 'the big news' too."
"That makes sense. In a creepy, stalkerish, roundabout way."
So anyway, it's comin' down to the wire now, and Sloth's got all of ten minutes to get out of his apartment and go find his girl...man. But Gluttony's early, and Sloth can hear her coming, so he panics and tries to get out of his apartment. Unfortunately the kid's somewhat of a klutz, so he trips over all of the crap he's thrown onto the floor, knocks over a table, which hits a lamp, which shatters the bulb and knocks over another chair, basically causing a huge ruckus and lots of noise. Sloth's too much in a hurry to bother picking it all up, so he scrambles out the window in an attempt to leave, accidentally breaking it in the process. When Gluttony arrives, the kid's already gone, nothing left but a stinkin' pile of crap."
"Attractive. And makes sense. But where did Sloth go? How did he even know where to find this Lilith?"
"He Facebook stalked her."
"Gotcha. Please, continue."
"Anyway, so Sloth goes to find Lilith at her place, discovers that 'she' is actually a 'he,' throws a fit, and decides to jump off the nearest bridge."
"So wait; Sloth is dead?!"
"Oh, no. The bridge was only a foot high off the ground; one of those little toy ones they give to giant kids to practice stepping all over."
"Gotcha. So where is Sloth now?"
"Sleeping on his grandmother's couch."
"And Lilith?"
"Changing his Facebook status to 'single and looking.'"
"Kids these days."
"Make sure that report's on my desk by five PM. No later."
"You got it, boss."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 7:30 pm
The bogieman gives his partner a baleful look.
"So here's how it went down. That poor Sloth kid got sucked into a parallel universe."
"Um... exactly how do you figure that?" replied the partner.
"It's elementary, my dear gremlin. Oh, don't touch that ectoplasm, by the way. It's a trans-conductor."
"Sloth was in his room minding his own business when he was brutally attacked by a giant ghost follyjox. It appears to have come out of the ghoul-hole cover over there covering the entrance to the sewers." *points out the broken window towards where the slime trail ends*
"The poor boa must have seen it coming and threw his wallet out the window at it, shattering the glass and accounting for his ID laying there on the table. He was obviously sitting there gazing at his photo (since there aren't any mirrors in here) wondering what to do with his life. You know kids these days, absolutely no direction." *spares his partner a cocky grin*
"I mean, look at the poor schlub's room. Plus he's already been kicked out of one school and missed enrollment at Amityville."
"Well, what about the noose? Was he having suicidal thoughts?" ventured the partner.
"Candlejacks, man! Of course not. Anyone ever tell you that you have a dark imagination?" *he looks askance at his partner starting to wonder about the bogieman's sanity*
"I'm pretty sure he just liked to play "Tarzan" every now and again. How long have you been doing this job? You've never seen a "red herring" before?" *shakes his head in shame at his partner*
"To continue. The follyjox, noting the attack, headed straight for the boa. But that kid must have been raised by manticats! Quick as a whip he snatched up the dull knife over there. Smart kid to have remembered that only silver will harm a ghost. He carved that follyjox up right good. Then down the garbage disposal it went."
"What about the messages from those girls?" questioned the partner.
"Ah, now that's a little more interesting. The Greed ghoul, you know, the one with the people and the money. He's her Voodoo daddy. He's been paying her to spend time with him. She's in debt up to her granmoonie. Those people are the ones she owes. We might wanna look into that.
The other one is just a friend who is worried about him from his old school."
"And the parallel universe?" his partner asked sarcastically.
"I already told you. The slime. The kid must have gotten some on him while grinding up the ghost. Then since he couldn't find a towel handy, decided to wipe it off on the wall. It just kinda looks like letters."
"Uhhh..."
"Well, my job's done here. You better get that typed up for the boss. You know how he is about his reports." *starts heading towards the door*
"Wait! What about the kid?"
"I'm sure that ectoplasm will wear off sooner or later. He'll show back up sometime." *tips his hat and walks out*
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:38 pm
Cue the montage.
Rookie himed and hawed, tilted his head this way and that, poked and prodded at some of the evidence, leaned back to rub his chin thoughtfully - all while some epic and attention catching music played in his own head. To him, he was being cool; to everyone else, he was an idiot.
Suddenly the montage ended, and though it looked like he was about to bring in his amazing conclusion to close the case, he realized just blurting it out here wasn't good enough. He left the room, waited a full two seconds for the obligatory scene change, and rushed back in through the door, the epitome of crime-solving prowess.
"Take a look at this!" Rookie told his companion, waving his hand in the air as though holding a folder - which he wasn't.
"That thick black substance? It's not ectoplasm like we thought! You're not going to believe it Boss, but get this..." Pause for effect, but not long enough to steal thunder or get his partner angry, and...go! "It's cola. Simple, everyday cola. Like you can buy from the Inconvenience stores!" He beamed with pride at his Partner, who really only stared back with baffled and mildly irritated amusement.
Then came the very long explanation scene, the camera in Rookie's head shifting to different perspectives to make the scene more interesting, occasionally shifting to focus on a piece of evidence in question.
"See, when you leave cola alone long enough, it congeals and the syrup remains, mostly. I imagine this Sloth kid did what every kid does; left a couple glasses of it out." With the mess in the room, his point was evident; even if they couldn't see it now, it was probably there. "I reckon that someone, probably one of the suspects, tried to dump it out in an attempt to clean the place up. Futile, but what woman doesn't want to change a man?" With a cat call and a wink, he nudged his clearly annoyed partner. "But in a room like this Mac, things don't stay inanimate for long. The cola syrup came to life as a miserable blob beast and first tried to get help; sliming it's way to the window and hoping someone would see it's plea for HELP - it's probably what caused the ruckus, boss! Trying to make enough noise to get a neighbour to help it out. When it didn't, I suspect it gave up and took the only chance it had; smashing through the window." In his head, a scene played to match the words; a black blob with a forlorn expression, smashing through the window.
"Okay, I'll bite." The Partner said, annoyance still clear in his voice. "Why does the trail end?"
"The Syrup. It ran out." He said simply, sadly. The scene changed to a tiny blob creature, gasping its last breath as the inability to move forward left it.
"...And the rope?"
"Sloth's a lazy a**. He probably used it to swing around the room to avoid walking."
"So...where is he now?"
"...C'mon Mac, look at this room! It's a Jackdamn mess! It'll be impossible to clean, and why clean it when you've got somewhere else to go?" Partner's brow piqued curiously at this, and Rookie, feeling epic, delivered the final blow.
"He's already left to go to the Academy. Sure he forgot his application, but they have more there. It's a new, fresh room for him...a place to start over." Cue the scene of a feet-dragging, slouching teenager heading towards the Academy's stairs...
Credits roll.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 11:59 pm
The whole scene, black-and-white. The background music? A low, soulful jazz, played by someone off-screen.
Enter stunningly handsome rookie bogeyman. First case, a real doozy. A new student of Amityville Academy, found missing from his apartment as of ?? : ?? pm, ??/??/????. Was a simple missing person's, lost or just out? Or something more.....sinister.
Steve ran his hand through his hair as he peered over his case report, exhaling loudly. A doozy it was. The rest of the team stood by watching and waiting for his report (he swore even before he got to the scene he could solve it), every once in a while stopping to nudge or poke at the evidence again.
Steve was certainly sweating by now. Even with the facts laid out before him nothing seemed to fit. He skimmed his notepad once more:
Victim(????): Sloth
Age: Unknown
Race: Demon
Occupation: Student at Amityville High
'Sloth was reported "missing" by his RA earlier this evening, after complaints from other dormers on the floor of rotting smells coming from the room. After a brief investigation around the building, the RA found broken glass outside the building and ventured into the room.
Dorm room in state of disrepair, with multitudes of food and personal belongings about.
One long rope extends down from ceiling (used as bed?????).
Message on answering machine from one 'Gluttony': "...If you are Sloth, you still owe me money buster!"
Note found from one 'Lilith': "Sloth, where are you?"
Other various notes include expulsion papers from previous school ("Elm Street Preparatory"), Halloween Masque invitation, shopping lists, etc. [see evidence bin #3]
Single window broken. Found around window: broken glass(obvious), thick black slime.
Slime also covering several other surfaces around room."
Steve looked up, mopping his forehead with a handkerchief from his pocket. "Have you figured it out yet?" His partner asked, arms crossed. "I....I....I don't, that is I...."
The sound of a key turning sloooooooowly in the lock of the room caught everyone's attention, as did the familiar face of the one that walked in the door. That is, familiar in the sense they recognized it by the photo on the ID card. Sloth stared dimly into the room, now filled with strangers and almost all personal belongings sealed in bags and categorized. The demon seemed fairly unphased.
". . . Hi." Sloth gave slowly, taking a steady glance around the room. With a practiced motion he dropped his keys on the ground by the door and shuffled inward, sitting cross-legged down on one of the piles of filth that hadn't been touched.
The rest of the bogeymen were in shock. Steve sputtered. "Sloth! You're....you're here! Alive!" The response with steady. "Yeeeeep."
"But...." He floundered. The demon didn't give response.
Steve tightened his tie(he believed in looking good on the first day) and stood, facing the avarice demon and looking at his notes.
"Sloth! Can you explain your whereabouts between 8 and 11 o'clock tonight?" A moment. "Out."
"We're gonna need some answers here! How do you explain the broken window, EXHIBIT A?" (Actually it was exhibit 12J, but for theatric sake)
"Oh. . . I dunno. Skitter did it." The boy rolled his neck unhurriedly, staring blankly ahead. "Ah-ha! Just as I......wait. No. Then what about the black slime everywhere?"
Once more the demon rolled his neck, before inhaling slowly but sharply. He turned his head to the side and.....ACHOO! The action seemed effortless, but from the sneeze the mysterious(and disgusting) black liquid emerged. And, ugh, quickly slimed onto the walls, where it stuck and congealed after being introduced to air.
"And the 'Hel-' on the window? That was HELP! A cry for help!"
Sloth shrugged. "I tried to spell hell......hi. Too many letters, got bored. The ghoul-ance counselor said I needed more friends. I thought people would see it."
Steve was baffled. "But....the messages! Gluttony! This, 'Gluttony' person, I mean. You owe her money? Mob attachments? Ransom money? Wha-"
"Groceries." The boy replied, not bothering to wipe his nose. "I don't go out. I like to eat, though. . ." "And........but this Lilith! How do you explain her, huh?"
". . . I was supposed to pick her up, let a friend to borrow my car for their date. I forget to give him the key, she didn't get picked up. I was asleep when she came in. Fell underneath the laundry. 'S warm...."
The team was speechless...... Steve gave an embarrassed nod and hurried out of the room, cheeks burning. Everyone else followed suit. Sloth didn't notice. He fell asleep.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 12:00 am
(( There's a reason I took so long to post this, and no, it's not to keep up with the 'Sloth' theme. I am just this slow. ._.; ))
[^- I literally typed that 59 minutes ago then went lay down... ^^;]
(( ^- .... 9 minutes ago. x( *buckles down* ))
The rookie took one last look around the large room before exiting behind his partner. He'd managed to scribble out a few notes, but this really did seem like a scene straight out of Phoenix Wright. Save for the fact that he didn't get to talk to suspects and listen for contradictions. That was always his favorite part. It was right about then he realized his partner had been talking the whole time he was day dreaming.
"...make of this mess but, I guess it's good we brought you." He tapped his watch. "Well rookie, what do you think? Hurry it up, I've got a hot date tonight."
What did he think? Well, best to remember all the clues.
"It seems this 'Sloth' kid is rather lazy. His place was likely a horrid mess before last night." The rookie glanced over his notes. "That school really went out of their way to try to get his application. It seems odd they'd want him so badly, considering he was just dropped from another school.
"The rope seems too long to be for anything other than just being there. I'm going to assume it was something he used to get away from all the garbage on the floor... As for 'Gluttony' and Lilith, I'm assuming Gluttony is a friend, he's too lazy to pay back and Lilith is a guy or girl he once dated or wanted to date. He probably stood them up at that masque and is avoiding them." He paused and thought about the goo for a long moment.
"I've got it!" He snapped hid fingers. "FollyJox! A swarm of FollyJox. More then likely send here by Hellma to pick up that kid. She's not a patient lady. She probably got sick of waiting for his application and drug him to the school. But why, I have no Idea... They drug him out the broken window, 20 yards before enough gathered to lift him away. The goo is from him struggling to get away." He looked at his partner. "The boy is likely at Amityville Academy"
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Meanwhile at the academy, Hellma is now just one student short of a complete collection. Nothing was going to stop her now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 6:04 am
exclaim SLOTH IS CLOSED AND JUDGING
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:00 pm
THE RESULTS HAVE BEEN TALLIED, AND RED DOES NOT SEEM TOO PLEASED
Maybe because she's the head honcho of the Bogiemen. Maybe also because you're picking a fight with students from HER school. Oh dear. She picks up your report, eyeing you like the dirt under her shoe, takes the thing in both hands, and rips it into pieces. "We're done here."
"Wait, but my rep-"
"I would have thrown it into the garbage, but even that was too much effort for me."
"Wait! What about that kid, um, sl-"
Red gave him the look, and the newbie Bogieman shut up good. He slunk off, feeling a little put out at the unresolved case.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:02 pm
exclaim CONGRATULATIONS Toshihiko Two FOR WINNING SLOTH
These entries were DAMN hard to judge for, we tried to base it fairly on creativity, a little bit of humour, as well as how many plot points you could pick up.
exclaim ALL PARTICIPANTS IN PART TWO HAVE ALSO BEEN AWARDED 1 SILVER PUMPKIN SEED FOR BEING AMAZING WRITERS
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:03 pm
Disgruntled, the newbie bogieman poured over his sheets, angrily knocking over his files. This was unfair, it was an outrage after all the work that he had done, he HAD this problem solved. Was he doomed to live out the rest of his life knowing whether or not he had been right?
There was a knock on the door. The bogieman immediately ran towards it, opening it to see his partner in crime during the case. His partner gave him one blank look, and handed over a piece of paper. "We just got the results in from the clairvoyant. You must want to take a gander."
THE SOLUTION:
Webday, 12:20pm Sloth is standing near the center of his room. It is surprisingly clean(er), with noteably less junk. He looks around, and then walks towards the fridge close to the sink.
Webday 4:30pm Sloth has pulled out an enormous amount of contents from the fridge including chocolate, icing, eggs, cheese, pickles, and what looked like an enormous box of dark chocolate cake mix. He puts these on the counter, and suddenly remembers that he forgot to bring knives and scissors. He phones up Gluttony. She's still a little annoyed at him from the last incident involving slime monsters
Webday 6:30pm Sloth begins to start baking. Unfortunately he's not very good at this, he immediately knocks the cake batter into the sink, where it mixes with the old dishwater (and dishes)
Webday 8:30 pm Sloth is still baking. He has only progressed to a point where there is cake batter everywhere, his whipping utensil went flying out the window, and his minipet seemed to have taken off with the box. That damn follyjox, they would probably eat the mixture halfway out the window before they ran away with it all.
Webday 10:30pm He stares blankly at Lilith's letter and crumples it up again. Sloth really did plan on applying to Amityville for later. Really. With a thunk, he curled up next to the couch on the very far left next to the rope and fell asleep. Under it.
Frightday 6:30pm Sloth still has not applied to Amityville. It looks like Hellma is paying him a visit....
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