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WEEK 2
[A week has gone buy, and nothing really horrifying has happened. Sure it's a crappy amusement park but no one's dead yet! While you're scenario is not great to be in, but you have people to bond with, "fresh air", food, and free Moron Mountain merch! So maybe you have fallen into a sense of security, content to hang out in this terrible theme park until Swackhammer decides to let you go because everyone is too boring for his park.
This won't last, however.]
26 guests remain
[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]
{OOC: Hello everyone! This is the first murder week of nondis. This Friday (around noon est), we will have our first investigation and, of course, the first body of the round. While you wait, please respond to our first AC, due this Wednesday!
Have fun, you silly toons.}
This won't last, however.]
[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]
{OOC: Hello everyone! This is the first murder week of nondis. This Friday (around noon est), we will have our first investigation and, of course, the first body of the round. While you wait, please respond to our first AC, due this Wednesday!
Have fun, you silly toons.}
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There is a baby in a suit in the middle of Swackhammer Avenue. He’s...definitely familiar to you, he was on the bus with you. But somehow something about him seems off now - maybe that small slip of paper by him on the ground will have some answers?]
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Then he'll try removing the slip of paper. ]
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The paper reads ”SECRET BABY FORMU” before devolving into scribbles midletter.]
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He's gonna toss the piece of paper aside to anyone who wants it.]
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Secret baby formu-what?
[ Looks over at the baby. ]
You're being very quiet. You hiding something, baby?
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Do you think he's only smart if he drinks special milk?
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then looks at the cow]
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A shrill voice calls from the distance:]
Who’s makin’ all dat racket?!
[Mr. Swackhammer stomps over, wearing a horrifying Taz onesie that doesn’t really fit him. He picks up the Boss Baby in a manner that is most definitely not safe for a baby.]
Ah, crap! I forgot, this one turns into a regular baby if he doesn’t get his drug baby formula! Crap! A baby can’t kill anyone unless it makes jokes about being the Baby Jesus and North Korea negotiations! This baby is freakin’ useless!
[And so, Mr. Swackhammer puts The Boss Baby back on the ground in disgust. Before an idea strikes him. See the moon orbiting Moron Mountain?
He reels his foot back and quite literally punts The Boss Baby into the sky with superhuman strength, until he turns into a flaming projectile that quite literally crashes into the Moon - causing it (the moon) to blow up upon impact.
The Boss Baby is dead.]
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I'm getting something to drink.
[She means tea. Off to the kitchen she goes.]
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[turning back around. Oh. Ohhhh.]
...What is this? Some sort of terrible nightmare?
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Killin' the guests before they have the chance to kill each other sure does seem like the best way to handle this, doesn't it?
[He's joking, of course.]
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He killed someone?! What? Oh gosh...!
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He has one hell of a leg on him for a fat guy.
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[A BABY JUST GOT GEORGES MELIES'D TO DEATH.]
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