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>Watching this all go down in security room. 10 mi. away.
>hears jump in noise on cam23
>watches Digoxin die
>gets sick
>vomits in trash can
>says over intercom, "feels bad man. I really wanted to see him live."
Grey is now spec color.

Fail.

"Well, what similarities do they all have? None of them were Anime characters." Iran chuckles. Nobody else gets her joke. "But seriously, everyone who died was a heterosexual cisgender male."

Mike is the first to reply. "Isn't everyone but you a heterosexual cisgender male here?"

"No." Iran replies. "Derpson is transgender and lesbian. Plus, didn't you sense the radiation coming from Chowz?"

"Hey!" Chowz protests. "Are you saying that because I have an increased sense of fashion?"

"No. I'm saying that because I've been in this hospital long enough. I've seen how you interact with the other boys."

Mark speaks up. "Well, who do you think would've done such a thing, and what is their motive."

Iran pulls out a photo of Derpson. "I think it was her. When he was a he, he had a huge hatred for the male gender. This caused him to put himself under mutilating procedures. Plus, didn't you see how he was eyeing me earlier. He's… I mean she's obviously still attracted to females."

"Who do you think is next to be targeted?"

"If you are a heterosexual cisgendered male, stay alert."

“I think it was her. When he was a he, he had a huge hatred for the male gender. This caused him to put himself under mutilating procedures"

"You read too many fantasy books."

Damn it.
Last night I had a dream where I used pyrokinesis to burn the killer.
Only Markhaox, Weasel and Iran appeared in my dream.
Well, off to spectate.

I think that Derpson should stop getting angry because this is a game and it's also a game of which he is still a part

Yeah you're transgendered in the game and you aren't in real life

Cool

It's just annoying that every time it's mentioned you say something to dispute what the plot of the game is

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Day 11 maybe:

My saviour died today. I liked that guy. Digoxin died when he was unarmed by the killer, and the people I thought were killers aren't the people I suspect now.

I have done completely nothing and just watched the afternoon on the top of the roof, and it was majestic. The birds were chirping and the bees were landing on the trees. I wanted to get out to experience the nature that is kept from me in the asylum. I feel that the people who died's spirits are watching me now. I'm rustled a bit. I completely know the layout of the hospital, even the basement. I don't think anyone has gone to the basement but me. Nothing of use is there and it's a bit creepy and smells bad. Meanwhile, I looked in the barrels and crates up here in the roof and it contains clothes. A lot of clothes. I don't want clothes. It feels like Christmas when I was a little boy.

I don't feel like writing a list of the patients anymore because it wastes space and pages.

End of Page

I don't like Iran at all. She seems to hate me for some odd reason right Pugz? If we escape, then I'm taking Weasel with me. He seems to be an ally. Hmm, what about Mike, he seems nice too right Pugz?

I'm really sorry! I'm still learning about textile. :( and you're right. I'll shut up from now on.

This is a confusing forum…… I want in.

You were in this whole time…….you were in.

I'm walking to Weasel's cell and knock on his door. Weasel, I'm sorry that your friend Digoxin has died, but I will help you escape. I'm probably the most sane person in this hospital. Let's go together before we die.

After agreeing to Chowz's promise, Weasel opens the door from the roof. Weasel then walks down the stairs, places the roof key to his hiding spot and walks down the hallway. He sneaks into Iran's room without anyone noticing. Almost everyone is sleeping soundly, the exception being Chowz reading a book. He [Weasel] walks up to Iran's bed.
Here, he finds Iran sleeping.

Weasel then grabs the vial of mercury out of his backpack and pours half of it on her hair. Weasel then sneaks back out the room, walks into Level4's room and places the left over mercury on the foot of his bed. He then climbs up the ladder and grabs his key, locks the door before hearing all hell breaking loose.

"Heheheh…."
"Eventhough that prank will make them hate me, it'll be a good laugh."
Weasel then eats a few crackers and gets ready for bed.

What is that liquid over there? Is that Mercury? Crap Pugz, I need to do something before someone wakes up. It must be Weasel, Chowz walked out of the room and ran to Weasel's cell. Weasel, did you pour Mercury all over Iran and Level4? You can't outsmart an FBI agent.

"Yes, I did," Weasel replied joyously, "I wanted to have a bit of fun in this boring place."
"We're all going to die, so why not make the best of it?"

Weasel then opens his backpack and grabs a can of diet soda.
"You want some?"
"I have quite a few, and I'll probably not need it when I'm going to die."

Weasel unlocks the roof door and passes Chowz a can of soda.
After, he closes the door and locks it before heading to his makeshift bed.
"Good night." says Weasel in a barely audible tone.

Good thing I don't like diet sodas. Weasel could have tainted it. Chowz placed the diet soda on a table nearby.

We all awoke next morning, thank the Lord. I saw some silver substance on Iran's hair when I woke up, and I investigated. Liquid… gray-silver color… smelled a bit like a hat workshop… no doubt it was mercury. OK… what the f*ck? Who in the… just… what the f*ck? Someone's idea of a jest, no doubt. An idiotic one at that!

>Iran wakes
>finds hair dripping mercury
>seethes in rage
>Mike officially commemorating Digoxin's corpse with cloak and guitar
>Weasel conversing with Chowz
>Derpson eyeing Iran again
>Level4 waking up
>all head to Mark
>"Well, there isn't much of us left."
>… Really?
>"Let's head back to the reception area…"
>all head there
>inside room…
>"Isn't that where we got the 1911?" Mike asks
>"Yeah…"
>Level4 checks possession box…
>reaches in…
>loud snapping sound, followed by screaming
>all rush to him
>find his arm severed and trapped in bear trap
>slowly bleeeds to death
>final words
>"Don't stop… believing…" he quotes
>collapses
>Five Gold Rings remain

What was that? Chowzburgerz ran to the room to see Level4's dead body. Oh god, he was killed by a bare trap. I think we should gather everyone here. Mark, Iran, Derpson, Mike, and especially Weasel, please come into the main room. It's time to end this once and for all.

"Hey Mark." Weasel said.
"Pass me a revolver." he said, eyeing another patient, "I need to make something come true."

"I won't hurt you or your pals." He said nervously.
"I just need it for a few hours."

Weasel walks up to Chowz, his ally.
"I'm going to make something right." he said quickly and quietly."
"It won't involve you."

"I have it, my true future."
"It lies in one shot, the end."

I'm watching you Weasel. Level4 died after you put Mercury on him and I think you're up to no good.

"Oh dear, it seems that I put mercury on Level4 to others when I intended to set it by his bedpost."
"My bad, I don't seem to recall mercury killing that fast." he said sincerely.

"You ain't getting shite!" I responded sharply to Weasel.
I then turned on Chowz. "End this once and for all? Way ahead of you!" I said, aiming the MP5 at Chowz. "I'll put a f*cking clip in your head… see where that takes us!"

Calm down Marx, I'm a good guy like you. When I said lets end this once and for all, I meant closing the case and bringing the killer to justice. Now gather everyone.

"Yes, gather." Weasel said after lowering Mark's weapon slowly.
"I have to know that one person here is armed with the most basic weapons." he said calmly.
"I figured it out, pieced it all together in my notebook before the prank." he said quickly. "It's never been with a major alliance, and I figured if it is away from everyone, it will strike".

"Give me the revolver. I know who the hell it is."
"It won't involve anyone in this argument." he said quietly.

"YOU WANT THE REVOLVER!? OK…" I said angrily. I opened the cylinder, took out every round, closed it, and handed the empty gun to Weasel. "There! HAPPY!?"
Weasel only glared at me, and I didn't give a damn if he was irritated or not. "The only way you'll get any rounds if you agree to play a game of Russian Roulette with someone here like I had to in this godforsaken hellhole! This… HellHospital!" That was the moment where I decided what the case's name was to be classified as. It was true… this place was a hellhole… with only one way out…

"Thank you." said Weasel trying to remain calm.
Weasel went back to the roof, grabbed the backpack and locked the door once more.

"I knew this would become handy." Weasel said. "I can't believe I actually retrieved it from his corpse." he said, "I'm a disgusting person".
Weasel walked downstairs and into the washroom. As he set down his backpack, retrieved the bullet from Marmot's death. He washed the bloodstain off of it and got it ready.

Weasel finally loaded the bullet into the chamber, the sunset on the roof full with clouds. Glowing, beautiful sun. He knows the end is not Iran, Mark or Chowz. Weasel then walked downstairs holding his backpack and makeshift bed. Weasel quickly grabbed Derpson in front of everyone by arm holding her to the ground with gunpoint.

"I KNOW IT'S YOU!" he yelled at her.
"You are the one, you killed Captain Weber, Vlad and Digoxin!" he sharply said.

"…it has to be you…"
"If you weren't you, you'd be dead by now!"
"You've been hiding away from everyone for a terrifying time!"
"You are insane! Your mind could've caused you to do these unforgivable actions!"
"Say that you are!"
"DO IT!"

Weasel turned to Mark while holding her on the ground at gunpoint.
Everyone is speechless, not knowing what is going on.
"It's her. It is definitely her, Derpson McHerp. I've figured it out, she killed them all. Weasel said, retaining his calmness once more for the final time.

Derpson is a girl?

"OK… I've had enough of this!" I said angrily as I pulled out my other revolver. "You have two seconds to drop the gun before I fire this bullet into you!"
Weasel ignored me, and instead of shooting like I threatened, I pistol whipped his hand, where he released the revolver. I took it, pulled out the salvaged bullet, and loaded the originals back inside the cylinder. "You're ALL under the same suspicion! Understand that! Even the doctor among us… even the FBI agent… even the musician… even the shemale… even the Weasel! If it wasn't you, Weasel, then YOU'D be dead by now! I can say the same for all of you! The only one who'll get a gun, now, is me!" And with that, I snatched Iran's 1911, and holstered it. Now no one, not even her, could be trusted with a gun. "If you want to defend yourself with a gun, consult me. I'll have a wager match to see if you earn it or not!" I stormed into the receptionist's desk, pulled out the lock box, and placed the 1911 inside. I then slammed the box repeatedly with the revolver until it was sealed shut. No one, with or without a key, was getting in.

"Auuugh! You….meanie!"
"You meanie, you hurt my hand...."
"I know it's her, I have all my knowledge into taking Derpson down!"
"...ouch...my hand..."

"Notice that Derpson was always away from the murders, and uses the most simple way to kill someone! She uses the environment to kill, and it works very well! I've been locking my door to the roof ever since I got the key, and that was when I started making the plane! I can't stand you. You've been foiling my suspicions and my future. Now I'm dead, Derpson is going to kill me. I can't do anything. I'm done. I'm going to be dead by your plans." Weasel said while descending into sorrow.

"If Derpson kills us all, then it's your fault Mark. You know that. I won't live, I won't escape. I'll die now because of your blind thinking."

Weasel then sulked up to the ladder with his backpack. He sat in front of the locked door, for he doesn't want to see the light of the sunset once more before his demise.
"No one believes me, no one understands the clues. They're all blind, they can't see. I've pieced it all like a puzzle and Mark's the shuffler. He ruined my chance of true future." Weasel said, barely audible to the patients below.

Holding the roof's door key, Weasel started to cry, not because of his eventual demise, but because of the patients' betrayal.

I see why this place got the name "Hell Hospital".
Now that no one but Mark has self-defense weapons, they can't murder anyone.
Or they can't defend themselves.

Doesn't that mean that any murder that occurs can only be Mark?
He just put him self in a suicidal position.

Damn it, I disappear from the forum for my graduation ceremony IRL and next thing I know I'm dead. That's how things work out, I suppose.

OOC: That isn't how the game works… I can see your new, so I'll explain it.
The narrator only tells the story. He CANNOT be the murderer. He randomly chooses one of the players as the murderer.

"What are we supposed to do." Iran asked Mark. "Some ****** poured a foul liquid on my hair."

"Don't worry, we are going to be alright." Mark reassured her.

"How do I know that I'm not going to be next?"

Mark just stared at her.

"Oh, Derpson the transgender pervert was eyeing me. What if I'm the only one left besides her." Iran shivered. "I don't want to imagine what she'll do to me."

Mark put his arm around Iran. Iran replied with: "You have been very comforting to me.". She touched his hair, and then sat up from the chair. "We will always be distant, since you have some genes that cause cancer and Alzheimer's." She went to the window and looked at the horizon. "My Master-Race is waiting for me, beyond the horizon. Somewhere in the future. They are waiting to be born."

Lel, I am just saying you're the only one with weapons.

Iran, you're master race can wait. Besides, I hate looking at fetuses. Makes me want to vomit. Let's gather everyone here. Where's Mike the guitarist?

Just for the record the remaining players are:

Iran
Mike
Derpson
Weasel
Chowz

Seriously, where the hell is Mike? He could be in trouble.

comes into the room where everyone is, with wet eyes
"I'm sorry for not letting know earlier where I was. I was holding a commemoration for Digoxin. It was really close to this room, again, sorry for not letting you know where I was for a moment"

You were gone for 15 minutes Mike, yet level4's death was 30 minutes ago in that same area. Pugz, I'm suspicious of Mike. I didn't think he could be the killer. We'll see Pugz, we'll see.

"OK… let's start heading to the roof!" I said aloud. Weasel got excited at that, probably because he saw it as an opportunity to escape. I saw it as a way to destroy that plane and contact the sergeant. So we headed to the roof access…

>Iran leads the way…
>followed by Weasel…
>then Chowz…
>then Mike…
>then Derpson…
>and finally Mark.
>see ladder access to the roof
>long way up
>Iran begins to climb…
>Weasel follows
>Chowz, afraid of heights, stays back
>Mike groans, climbs next
>Derpson climbs with good leg
>Mark gets Chowz to climb
>then he climbs as well
>thirty seconds, Iran has climbed to the top
>Weasel makes it to the top, but falls back somehow…
>falling through the ladder access down five stories
>everyone looks as he falls
>lands hard on ground.
>stays absolutely still
>"I'm… I'm OK…" he says weakly
>eyes go wide
>everyone looks to where he turns
>see a propeller blade he carried fall towards him
>blade lands on Weasel's abdomen, disemboweling him
>"Again… booked the wrong flight…" Mark says
>Four Nazi Zombie Characters remain…

We all climbed to the top, except for Weasel. He fell through the access, and was disemboweled. We all turned on Iran, who climbed to the top first. "No… I… I didn't kill him," she pleaded. "Look… he… he must've slipped! There's mercury on the last step!" I turned, and indeed saw mercury slicked onto the last bar of the ladder. But I don't think Weasel was clumsy enough to fall down those steps, considering the amount of times he climbed up there. Iran was now the prime suspect, and we had to keep a close eye on her…

A big surprise occurred as my main suspect and master of antics Weasel had died. However, I don't believe that was a murder. This was just an accident. One of you guys will have to get Weasel's body so I can examine it further.

Iran pries Weasel's notebook out of his cold hands, and reads it aloud to everyone. "See, he was trying to escape here."
--
Iran takes everyone, including Weasel's body, to the hospital roof garden. "Begin digging!" She orders them to dig while she hands them shovels.
After the hole is dug, Mike brings the box labelled 'Forbidden'. Iran takes the things in it out. Mike places Weasel in the box. After she places Weasel's notebook with him, Iran suggests that everyone put a gift in the casket.

Iran places a pink bow untied from her hair.
Mike places a finger-less glove from his left hand.
Chowz places his pair of glasses which have broken two hours ago.
Mark places an orange-flavored candy.

Right now, Iran's my main suspect.
Remember jace's death?
Yeah, that one.

jace found a little baggie in hoodie
Iiran*:no pot hand it over
jace says: **** you and (flicks iran off)
mike:give me an half of that
jace finally finished snorting it decides to hand the rest to mike*

He "flicked" Iran off.
That must have angered her, and jace was the next one to die.
Also, wouldn't she be dead by now because she actually contributes in helping to survive?

Iran wrote:

Mark places an orange-flavored candy.

"So, I'm the cheapskate in the group?" I ask. I went down to the reception area, pulled out the lock box, and brought it back up. I shot the locking mechanism, which was smashed, and it broke off. I took out the 1911, took out every bullet, and placed it inside the box with Weasel.

After Mark places the gun, Iran locks the 'forbidden' box.
"Say your prayers." Iran instructs.
Iran recites the "Surah Nasr".
Mark and Mike recite the first bible verse.
Chowz reads off of his mini-Torah which he has in his handbag.

Everyone shoves the box into the hole. With the shovels, Iran, Mike, and Mark haul dirt onto Weasel's grave.

"What should we as his gravestone?" Iran ponders out loud. She has an idea. She grabs a cardboard box, and a permanent marker. She quickly scribbles Weasel's name on it.
"Let's draw on his tombstone, to make it more pretty."

Iran draws a stylized Manji.
Mark draws a bookshelf.
Chowz draws a woman with a poodle.
Mike draws an electric guitar.

Iran, I would like to investigate your lab. I looked at some of the bodies last night, and there's some evidence missing.

Ah, good game guys.
I had a fun time, and I hope you guys find the murderer!
If I were still alive and still sneakkeh, after this incident I would lay eyes onto Iran. No, not that kind of way you perv, but I think she holds the key to the end of the game. Otherwise, if it's not her, Derpson because she's still suspicious.

Wow, I must have been really enjoyed as a character in this game to deserve this amount of respect from you survivors. I even got a makeshift tombstone while others decayed.
Did I play well?

I'm not sure I did so, but there is always next time to play this type of thread and make it this far again.
GG, Fair game.

This is going to end soon. in less than 30 posts, i can tell.
So,in that case, gg lad(ies? Im still not sure what derpson is) and gentlemen, gg.
Cant wait till next time.
Oh, well its off to Sastrei for me.

>Four suspects remain…
>finally finish Weasel's grave
>looks very grand…
>even with limited supplies
>Chowz suspects Iran
>Iran suspects Derpson
>Derpson reaches down pants…
>turn towards Mike quickly… NOW!
>Mike sings lyrics
>Mark cleans gun and reloads it
>"Screw this… I'm going to the lab!" Iran and Chowz say at the same time
>"Why do you want to go!?" they say, again simultaneously
>Mark stops argument before it even starts
>"Chowz, we'll all go. No splitting up."
>all head down ladder, carefully
>reach bottom
>head towards lab
>Iran goes in quickly, checks scene
>Chowz follows suit, looking for clues
>other three catch up
>"A-ha!" Chowz announces
>raises up mercury canister, as well as two other substances
>"So… you slicked the ladder!"
>Iran denies it
>other container in hand goes off in Chowz hand, blowing his hand apart
> stares at blown up hand, screaming
>mercury flows into bloodstream, poisoning him
>feels sick, collapses
>Mark checks Chowz
>dead
>checks container, finds sodium and water
>rigged quickly together, or else it would have blown up some time later
>Three posts remain…

Right after Chowz blew his hand up, we turned on Iran. She headed into the lab first… it made perfect sense if she rigged that sodium to explode and poison Chowz when he entered…