The knives were a key component in my brilliant survival plan. I can tell you all about it, but I have to start at the very beginning of the night...
The first part of the plan was to get all the knives from the sports bar outside. I woke up early and started tossing them onto the beach. It took a while because I was rudely interrupted by Turb and what's her face travelling through some secret passage. I'd expect hidden doors in a mansion, but they feel pretty out of place in a fancy resort. Oh well.
On my way out of the sports bar, I saw the bear messing around with dead bodies in the art room. I've seen enough weird corpse desecration lately, so I went straight for the elevator. Downstairs, I passed the spooky bartender as I went to pick up my knives from the beach. Since I was already there, I decided to finish up the incomplete sand castle. That's when I saw the bear carrying the Producer outside.
He wandered off to some corner of the resort, but another bear came out the same door shortly after. We were both headed up near pool supplies, so I grabbed the knives and walked with him. Hades was drinking the salt water for some reason, and Bubsy and the flying contraption passed overhead. From the supply room, the bear took some chlorine and brought it inside for the pool.
Right after him, some sort of fucking monstrosity emerged from the lobby. It wore the skin of man, but inside was surely something much more horrible. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was Granny Betsy wearing Shoey's skin.
Realizing I needed it now more than ever, I made a beeline for the Tiki Bar to put together my ultimate defence: a KNIFE SUIT. Once I was fully knife-clad, I went back inside, passing granny one last time. I walked into the shitshow in the casino on my way up, and saw that Shoey had in fact been skinned.
After all the shit I'd seen, I went back to my room and stood stalk still, staring into the abyss, until I blacked out standing up.