Time was slowly trickling by. The cult was nearing its goal and the Dark Ones were close to being reawakened. Shadow_Articuno knew this was the case. It made him happy to realise this. After all, he had partly themed his name on the Dark Ones. Yes, the fabled Arti’c’no truly was the most worthy of praise in his personal opinion.

He decided to go for a stroll about the lair, as he was too excited to stay in his dwelling for long. He made his way through the labyrinthine corridors easily, as he knew the many passages by heart. Finally, he arrived at his destination: a subterranean park, complete with oddly-glowing mushrooms. Setting down on bench, not unlike any ordinary bench, he began to take in the view.

He decided it was far better than what he remembered of the parks back on the surface. I mean, for one, there were never any pesky pidgeons down here. A twig snapped behind him. Shadow turned his head, but saw nothing.

He turned back and watched a couple of people walk past. He was about to wave at one he recognised when all of a sudden, his face exploded outwards. His corpse slumped forward off the bench and onto the ground. One of the passers-by screamed. The other made a disinterested comment.
“Why is it that whenever there’s a killing spree, one of the murders is always in a park?”

His body began to morph as he lay. It slowly changed to that of a rotund, balding man.

"C-Cornelius? Is that you?" One of the passers-by asked the corpse. "Oh no, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad!"

The psychic, despite his cover, had fallen.

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Anael de Ezra was in her dwelling today, reading. Today didn’t seem any more special than yesterday or, indeed, the day before that. In fact, it was quite boring. She turned a page idly, not really even getting into the book.

The warm glow of the torch behind her made the otherwise drab room quite cheerful, though even this wasn’t enough to alleviate her boredom. Sighing, Ezzy turned another page.

“OW!” she screamed. “Stupid book!”

She threw the book down in disgust and checked her finger. Yep, that was one nasty paper cut.

Entering the kitchen, Ezzy lit another torch. She muttered to herself as she walked to the sink.

“Stupid elders, not wanting to set up a decent electricity system, yet still fitting in a good plumbing system...” she began as she turned the tap.

From six dwellings away the explosion could be heard. The few who dared enter what remained of Ezzy’s dwelling couldn’t work out how the killer could have rigged Ezzy’s plumbing like that, though all agreed to be careful next time they needed the toilet...

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“I’m no killer! I swear!” cried out Hatmaster as he was led, bound, to the sacrificial chambers.

“Look, I joined this organisation for one thing and one thing only: to help the Dark Ones reawaken! I can’t bloody well help if I’m sacrificed to them now can I?”

“You can do more to help than sit around if you sacrifice your life’s essence to their cause, dear child,” one of the elders said, taking up the sacrificial knife.

“No! I don’t want to-“

Blood poured from Hattie’s chest and down the sides of the pedestal.

“O Dark Ones. We offer unto you the blood of your child so that you may live once again!”


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Shadow_Articuno, the Cult Psychic keeping tabs on Viper, was sniped!

Anael de Ezra was killed!

Hatmaster was sacrificed!

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