Psychologist's Log
March 9, 2022
It seems I've finally bit off more than I could chew. Tonight's events were not as extensive as I was planning, but I wouldn't let someone confuse that for "uneventful", to put it mildly.
It was when I woke up that I realized that a trip with much dining on fine cuisine and little physical activity could only bring harm unto me, so I decided a jog around the Staff Building would be best. During my laps, I saw such sights as Solus going down the Staff Building's new hole; Lasagna Cat going up the outside stairs; and Tsumugi Shirogane leaving the Break Room with Gordon. Breaking a sweat in an Armani suit wasn't ideal, so I cut my exercise short and headed towards the Kitchen Set, with Makoto choosing to accompany me from the Break Room. Makoto didn't last long in the basement until she slipped and fell on a puddle, and after noticing Guy Fieri borrowing some wine from the cellar, I procure the ingredients for a delectable beef tongue lengua soup and left for the Competition Kitchen, passing by Tatsu on the stairs.
After Makoto also entered the kitchen, I was starting on my recipe as I noticed Hurderer coming in from the corner of the eye. He was simply idling, an action which in retrospect reminds me of a predator stalking his prey. During all of this, Tatsu passed through the room, and Makoto eventually left for the Store Set. It was just as I was about to pull my tongue (that is, the beef tongue) out of the oven when I suddenly heard footsteps crashing towards me, followed by something being pulled over my face; as my vision was fading, I came to the conclusion it had to have been chloroform, before I passed out altogether.
I was not sure how long I was incapacitated, but when I returned to the world of the living (I could have sworn I saw a figure rushing around a corner as I was waking up, but even if this wasn't a hallucination, I certainly couldn't make out any features), I was surrounded by quite the sight. The cubicles around me implied I ended up in the Offices, or at least what was left of the room. Any semblance of order had been eradicated, with chairs toppled, potted plants shattered, and papers littered all about the place. I eventually noticed a trail of blood standing out in the chaos, and I followed it into Gordon's Office only to find out that its source was none over than Hurderer Lecter, who appeared to have been the worse for wear. Besides the bruising that polka-dotted his body, a knife was erected from his shoulder, and half of his face was tinted with a sickly violet. Surely, he was dead. Almost fitting, in a way. A scene reminiscent of God punishing Cain for betraying his brother....not that I'm still entirely positive we were of the same blood.
I'm not the type to linger and mourn, so after brushing myself off, I return to the Kitchen to finish my dish, just as Saul Goodman barged in with the Goose hot on his tail. I left the Kitchen, noticing Tsumugi and Luthier exiting the Offices, and go upstairs to the Animal Pen to retrieve an octopus for the next night's dish. I return downstairs, and the last person I witness before I return to my bed is Guy Fieri making himself rather comfortable in the Break Room.
Truly unfortunate timing....it is imperative that I cooperate with my fellow players as much as I can. After all, there's no doubt they'll jump on this like ravenous hyenas as an opportunity to send me to the gallows. It seems this is going to be the ultimate test of their trust in me, no?
Signed,
Dr. Hannibal Lecter
March 9, 2022
It seems I've finally bit off more than I could chew. Tonight's events were not as extensive as I was planning, but I wouldn't let someone confuse that for "uneventful", to put it mildly.
It was when I woke up that I realized that a trip with much dining on fine cuisine and little physical activity could only bring harm unto me, so I decided a jog around the Staff Building would be best. During my laps, I saw such sights as Solus going down the Staff Building's new hole; Lasagna Cat going up the outside stairs; and Tsumugi Shirogane leaving the Break Room with Gordon. Breaking a sweat in an Armani suit wasn't ideal, so I cut my exercise short and headed towards the Kitchen Set, with Makoto choosing to accompany me from the Break Room. Makoto didn't last long in the basement until she slipped and fell on a puddle, and after noticing Guy Fieri borrowing some wine from the cellar, I procure the ingredients for a delectable beef tongue lengua soup and left for the Competition Kitchen, passing by Tatsu on the stairs.
After Makoto also entered the kitchen, I was starting on my recipe as I noticed Hurderer coming in from the corner of the eye. He was simply idling, an action which in retrospect reminds me of a predator stalking his prey. During all of this, Tatsu passed through the room, and Makoto eventually left for the Store Set. It was just as I was about to pull my tongue (that is, the beef tongue) out of the oven when I suddenly heard footsteps crashing towards me, followed by something being pulled over my face; as my vision was fading, I came to the conclusion it had to have been chloroform, before I passed out altogether.
I was not sure how long I was incapacitated, but when I returned to the world of the living (I could have sworn I saw a figure rushing around a corner as I was waking up, but even if this wasn't a hallucination, I certainly couldn't make out any features), I was surrounded by quite the sight. The cubicles around me implied I ended up in the Offices, or at least what was left of the room. Any semblance of order had been eradicated, with chairs toppled, potted plants shattered, and papers littered all about the place. I eventually noticed a trail of blood standing out in the chaos, and I followed it into Gordon's Office only to find out that its source was none over than Hurderer Lecter, who appeared to have been the worse for wear. Besides the bruising that polka-dotted his body, a knife was erected from his shoulder, and half of his face was tinted with a sickly violet. Surely, he was dead. Almost fitting, in a way. A scene reminiscent of God punishing Cain for betraying his brother....not that I'm still entirely positive we were of the same blood.
I'm not the type to linger and mourn, so after brushing myself off, I return to the Kitchen to finish my dish, just as Saul Goodman barged in with the Goose hot on his tail. I left the Kitchen, noticing Tsumugi and Luthier exiting the Offices, and go upstairs to the Animal Pen to retrieve an octopus for the next night's dish. I return downstairs, and the last person I witness before I return to my bed is Guy Fieri making himself rather comfortable in the Break Room.
Truly unfortunate timing....it is imperative that I cooperate with my fellow players as much as I can. After all, there's no doubt they'll jump on this like ravenous hyenas as an opportunity to send me to the gallows. It seems this is going to be the ultimate test of their trust in me, no?
Signed,
Dr. Hannibal Lecter