WEEK 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Almost like some kind of curse, the more lame the motive, the more horrible the murder turns out to be

The next land is open, and this appears to be the last one you're getting, as from here it closes the loop around the park.

... You might be able to see a familiar face there this week too. Take that as you will.]

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WEDNESDAY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[On Wednesday afternoon people will hear a loud squishing noise coming from Swackhammer Avenue.

Investigate?]

[standsforrevenge]

The hell is that?

[I'm sure it's nothing]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well it seems to be that Swackhammer is here!

And someone else is too, laying on the ground.]

[standsforrevenge]

[May as well run right towards them while shouting.]

YO! What's the deal?

[imthetrashman]

[Swackhammer looks over at Gandhi, his leg covered in guts. Meanwhile on the floor, a familiar bug-face lies on the floor, with a whole on his back like someone stepped through him.

Beetle is dead.]

There was a giant bug here, you should be thankin' me!

[He wipes the bug goo off and then he just... turns to leave.]

[standsforrevenge]

What the fuck, dude! That was a dude!

[imthetrashman]

And so? He was a giant gross bug!

[standsforrevenge]

It was a dude in a bug suit!

[Is this the horse mask all over again.]

[imthetrashman]

... Are you still high?

[standsforrevenge]

NOBODY could tell he was a dude?

[studentbody]

[she happens to be passing by and...

Oh. Gross.

Sad and gross.]

Pretty sure he was actually a bug. What the hell, man?