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Son of a bitch. First, I get eliminated on KYM's Got Talent earlier today, then I get eliminated in this thread.

When I said 30? I meant 20.

Chowz woke up in some weird realm where he sees a table and a few chairs. It was like a living room in white. There was a forest as well as Chowz saw flower petals fall down.

Chowz: Where am I?

Pugz: You're in heaven.

Chowz turned around to see his faithful partner.

Chowz: I'm dead?

Pugz: Not quite, you're in an unconscious limbo.

Chowz: My hand was blown off and I've been poisoned by Mercury.

Pugz: It wasn't a lot. You need to get up and solve the case, it's not over for you yet.

Suddenly, the ghosts of the murder victims arrived. They were all smiling at Chowz. Three profile folders were on the desk. One for Iran. One for Derpson. One for Mike.

Chowz: Let's do this.

Chowz begin investigating the folders while his real life body in the real world was still unconscious.

"That damned Derpson. She went into my lab, and mixed explosive compounds together." Iran looks at all the supplies of chemicals she had in her cupboards. "Damn! We are missing a cup of hydrochloric acid, and a cup of potassium hydroxide."

"Impossible. Sodium and water have a fairly quick reaction… and you came in here first… explain how it's possible Derpson mixed them together, Iran!" I demanded. Forget Good Cop… I wasn't going to let her past get to me again… she's a cold-blooded killer.

"I'd say it was YOU who did it. Right now my vision is so messed up I need new eyes. But you actually know how to do chemistry or whatever it's called."

"I'm a geneticist, for your information." Iran sticks her finger out. "How come Derpson wasn't at the funeral. He also knew that I was going to go there. I go there everyday."

Iran takes out the genetic profiles of herself and Derpson from the drawers. "I think you forgot about these."

Weasel tried to kill me.
Yeh.

"What are you saying, XXXYY? Weasel was an innocent man, unlike you, despiseful freak."
Iran takes out her clipboard. She reads aloud as she writes. "Double Y chromosome and Triple X chromosome cause deceitfulness and blatant lying. It is unknown whether the cause of it are the male chromosomes, or the female chromosomes. More research has to be done on others with sex-chromosome pentaploidly."

Back in the weird world.

Chowz: It seems that Derpson is some sort of mutant with a bunch of physical disabilities. Does he have the strength to kill people?

Pugz: What about Mike?

Chowz: Mike seems to be the most innocent out of everyone, but where was he when Level4 died?

Pugz: Mark?

Chowz: I don't have Mark's profile since he's a detective who came to the asylum before the first murder. Iran is my prime suspect. Pugz, she's up to no good. I think she stole some DNA evidence from the crime scenes in order to create her master race.

I'm really starting to get sick of you.
But here is something you did not answer by now:

jace's death.

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 died after that.

He first said "**** you" and then "flicked" you off.
I can tell you got a lil' angry and then murdered him.
And if you weren't the killer, the real killer would have kept jace alive because:

>He started arguements
>He did nothing to help us
>crazy drug addict, yo.

So basically, the killer would have kept him alive to make him serve as a "human shield" or just a distraction.
You, on the other hand, killed him right away.

"You keep bringing that situation up. Perhaps the killer killed him because of his bad grammar."
She flips her hair. "I also wanted the pot, because I didn't want it in his hands. I wanted to help him overcome his drug addiction."
Iran reaches a conclusion. "Therefore, you are the murderer. You murder for sadistic pleasure, and murder those people you can say angered me." She whispers. "Are you in love? You keep killing those that you view as mean towards me."

>mercury kills in seconds

That's bull fecal matter I tell you hwut.

Still inside the lab, I heard Iran and Derpson arguing over who was the scumbag. Iran seemed the most likely, as she was doing all of this in her quest of creating a master race, but then Derpson had the most disappearances during all of this. I did some quick thinking, and came up with a solution. I grabbed my handcuffs, and slipped one cuff on Derpson's arm and one on Iran's arm. They stared up at me in surprise, and I explained. "Well, you two seemed to be getting along so well with each other, that I thought I'd bring you closer…" I said sarcastically. Now if one of them had any ideas, the other had a say against it, causing more tension among them so one of them would break and confess.

stares at Chowz's corpse, disgusted by the look of what remained of the exploded hand
"Well, that's not very handy"

Chowz was still investigating in the weird world.

Mike: Well, that's not very handy.

Chowz: I heard that despite being unconscious. His pun is bad and he should feel bad.

>Iran and Derpson argue more
>Mike making pun about Chowz death
>Mark thinking deeply about murderer
>all deaths were related… somehow
>Falcon… straightjacket (unconventional)
>Jace… electrocuted
>Ivan… incinerated
>Spark… sliced
>Marmot… impaled
>Serious… poisoned
>Alejandro… electrocuted #2
>Vlad… exploded
>Robotnik… sliced #2
>Digoxin… incinerated #2
>Level4… unarmed (unconvential #2)
>Weasel… impaled #2
>Chowz… explosion and poisoned #2
>all followed a repeating pattern
>Mark turns to Iran
>"Where are the files?"
>points towards desktop
>Mark views remaining three suspects files
>finds OCD in one file
>Mark has found the killer
>feels sharp pain on the side of neck
>falls over
>sometime later…
>wakes up
>finds everyone gone
>everyone but one
>someone lays in the middle
>Mark gets up slowly, checks his holsters
>one revolver is missing
>he slowly approaches the corpse
>finds gunshot wound in the side of the head of… Iran
>Mark vomits
>finds lab sheets
>covers Iran in sheets
>two turtle doves remain…

"At first… I thought it was Iran. I checked the files, but found something different about the kills… but I found it too late. Iran died… and I had accused her earlier… now I felt terrible. With my remaining revolver, I wandered through the facility until my radio beeped again. I answered it. "What is it, sergeant?"
"Come on, inspector… do I really sound like a uniform?" a distorted voice said.
I grew angry at that. "Where are you… so that I could place a bullet in your skull!?"
"Playing a game with our last friend in the therapy room… where it all began…"
"You listen up good… I know you've been here since I was… what was the point in doing this?"
"To escape, inspector, as you did. Only… I wanted to guarantee I won this freedom by killing everyone rather than to beat that barbaric gamble you call Roulette. If you want to, however, you can spectate the final game before the last victim dies…"
With that, I ran towards the therapy room as fast as possible…

OOC: I'll explain how sudden death works on the next post, when the final two are here.

Oh boy.

Back in the weird world.

Iran's file disappears on the desk and Iran's ghost appears with the others.

Chowz: Wait a second, Iran is not the killer? It has got to be Derpson, how could Mike be behind this? I must get back to the real world soon.

OOC: OK! We got in the right corner, weighing in at 30 pounds, Derpson!
large amount of booing from the loser's bench
And in the left corner, weighing in at the average weight of a mare… Mike!
cheering
In a classic face-off of…
RUSSIAN ROULETTE!!!

So, here is how sudden death will work…
1. The murderer will reveal himself, state a few lines of insane blabber, state he wants to play one last game, and ask the last survivor to pick heads or tails in a coin toss (which I will manage and post the winner of the toss)…
2. Whichever the coin lands on, the winner of this coin toss will pick a number from 1-6, at which the murderer will place one magnum round into the cylinder in that position.
3. Afterwards, the murderer will randomly spin the cylinder, and after the spin (which I will manage to keep things fair…), the loser of the coin toss will go first in Russian Roulette.
4. For each turn of the revolver, each user must write in the asterisks "pulls the trigger" after any dialogue, so I can confirm the turn goes through, and I will post afterwards the result of the trigger pull.
5. Then I will post either "click" if it is empty… or…

6. The user who doesn't die wins the thread, and depending on who it is, will have a different ending to this thread.

So, with that out of the way… MURDERER… REVEAL THYSELF!!!

Insane laughter

C'est moi! I didn't think I'd manage to get this far, but without any further nonsense. Yeah, I am the murderer. And you, Derpson, are gonna play one final game with me. You either choose head or tails, and we let magic do the rest. So, my dear Derpson, what's it gonna be? Head or tails?

Back in the weird realm.

Chowz: Pugz, this maybe unbelievable, but I figured this out.

Pugz: You have?

Chowz: Yes, Mike is the killer.

Pugz: How?

OOC: @ Chowz

I'm in some weird realm after I got knocked out. I'm talking to my split personality in person. You know in some movies, you think someone is dead, but they're actually not, and they save the main character in the end.

^OOC

Heads, because you'll end up without a head.

Mike flips coin, lands on tails
Mike: Well, I shall now place the bullet…
Derpson: F*CK!!!

OOC: Pink is Mike in my posts, Blue is Derpson. Now Mike… pick a number from 1-6…

Alright, I think I'll go with 4

Mike places round in fourth (I don't know what it's called) canister of the cylinder. He then spins the cylinder, neither of them looking at the cylinder… and then closes it
Mike: Well, then. Ladies first…
passes gun to Derpson
Derpson, hands trembling, slowly reaches the gun

OOC: Now, Derpson has to say anything that could be his last words, and then "pulls trigger" in asterisks. Let the game begin.
BTW: Using random.org Sequence Generator to decide their fate…

Last words:
Fak.

pulls trigger

click, Derpson shits self
Derpson: Ha… haha! You're next…
hands gun to Mike
Mark bursts in
Mark: Mike! Don't you do it… don't play the game… there's always a loser.
Mike takes gun, ignores Mark

Now would be a good time to "Matrix".

takes gun, trembling
I don't put it down, as I want to play it the fair way. Derpson put it against his/her head, now I put it against mine.
Well, these can be my last words. If I die, I want to thank you for the good time here, special thanks to Dixogin for helping me out with the project.
If I get the bullet, then I would greatly appreciate it if you guys would publish me and Dixogin's work.
Alright then, here I go

pulls the trigger

click… Mike laughs insanely for a bit
Mike: You know you should stop it, Mark… but you wish to see who will win… don't you?
Mark: Yeah… I'll see who wins… they'll leave… like I did.
calls on radio
Mark: Sergeant… we'll be out in a good ten minutes… just finishing up some business.
hears an affirmative, drops radio
Mark: Whoever dies… I'll say they're the murderer. Get the other in the clear. Please… continue…

OOC: Remember, Mark was a mental patient before he was a cop, and he can relate to these two.

Meanwhile back at the lab, Chowz wakes up. He looks at his blown hand. He's barely alive. I have to do something, must stop the murderer. Chowz walked to a cabinet and found an antidote to the Mercury poisoning. He takes it and comes across Iran's experiments. I may hate her work, but it's my only hope. He finds his hand and uses Iran's stem cells to attach the hand back. He then limps to Iran's corpse. Thanks Iran.

…Do I get to pull the trigger now?

Mark nods, and pushes the gun to Derpson

Well, If Lady Luck decides to be nice to me for once, at least I want to get out of here alive.
pulls trigger

Iran speaks to Chowz through his mind. "Go to the fridge on room 67." He complies. "You see a can." Chowz nods. "Take the can, and escape from here."
"How do I escape?" Chowz asks.
Iran sends a visual map through his mind showing all the secret maps. Chowz follows the secret passage from the lab. When he's outside, Iran tells him: "Bring the can to Biopost." Chowz complies. "Now, give it to the cashier."
Chowz gives the can to the cashier. "57.89" The cashier says. Chowz puts his credit card in the slot.

Inside the newly purchased can was another map, a revolver, and ammo. Now, where is everybody else?

facepalm

You sent the can to the post.
The can contained ovaries.

I did what you told me. I was given another can in exchange.

click, Derpson lets out a heavy sigh
Derpson: Next…
Mike hears beeping
Mike: Oh, hold on… I got a sensor on Chowz… he's escaped…
pulls out a remote, presses button
Mark: What's that?
Mike: Let's just say… Chowz is bursting with energy…

Meanwhile…
Chowz is pulling out his credit card, when he suddenly hears beeping. He looks at where it's coming from, and sees a red beeping object in his chest. His eyes go wide, and he explodes, along with the can, in front of the cashier, who's now bloodsoaked.

"Talk about… going postal…"
YEAAAHHHHHH!!!

small portion of the explosion's sound can be heard
Aaahh, sounds like he had a blast

Little did Mike know, Chowz was near a dead body at the cashier. The body's chest was open. Chowz quickly took a knife and cut the device out of his chest and placed it in the corpse. The corpse exploded instead of him. Nice try Mike. Chowz also had some bandages that he placed on his chest.

OOC:
Already said he explodes, and the cashier made a clever pun… no escaping death for you…

OOC:
>Chowz getting hand blown off
>Getting mercury in vanes
> Going boom
>Still alive

It's not cheating, you got to remember that I'm a FBI agent.

OOC: @ Chowz

Seriously… you exploded twice. Just… just go into the light already…
BTW Mike… your turn.