I cna't get the color codes again but I'm moving to Hazel for Alan's murder just to ensure a clearer outcome, abstian on the gusvote

Well, now you're proposing something mutually agreeable. I'll Vote: Hazel. Why not? She's a Wraith after all, I'd much rather sacrifice the dead than one of the living. Spares me juuuust a little effort too~

Pea
Phenera also can't have done it...

Vote: Hazel

Tinkaton does not like this.

I have, no good answers for today. I am so sorry, everyone.

LYRA
Hazel

Well, I guess I'm back to being dead! Thanks.

That being said... I really enjoyed myself.

Although, before I go... did this case with Alan feel as familiar to you all as it did for me?

A bloody battle in a place out of sight, chemicals burns, and a round murder weapon used to slash the victim up? It gives me chills!

Shall I close the gaps?

This reporter found her way down into the mines last night and used the CNC machine to make a round but sharp shuriken.

To remove my tracks I printed a pipe out before running into my old pal Indy. The old man is a lot more spry then I give him credit for though and he managed to fight me off pretty well. So I ditched the clothing and returned to the surface. I needed some chemicals so I made my way into the chemical lab. I took the Sulfuric acid and went to the Arboretum.

It didn't take long for Alan to show up, so I threw my shuriken at the back of his head and took him down using the acid to help give me an advantage in the fight.

Once he was KOed I took the shuriken from where it was stuck into the back of his head, slashed his throat, and cranked the heat up to be nice and warm.

After that I went to the boiler room to switch out the acid for bleach and throw of my weapon in the boiler before going to see Dexter.

I do hope he can forgive me one more time....

As always its been a pleasure Detective. I guess I need to study up a bit more before I take you on again...

This post was last modified: Jun 2, 2024 at 3:15 AM by Pea.

you guys done now?

Hazel and Lyra you want a bowl of soup before you go? it's my treat

I must admit, I was rather pleased to see a member of the Abyss Team fall. Alan Wake... I'm afraid I will not miss his presence on these grounds. Quite distracting, that little power of his was. If I could, I'd let his murderer run free evermore, to continue to perform their good work and rid us of further obstructions.

Yet, I'm sure you understand by now that that's simply not how this proceeds. Alas, it appears as though you've made your choices - and thus I must continue according to the ritual's laws.



...A second wraith and... Ahahaha! Our dear, precious Dr. Orpheus herself! Well, well. I've been wondering when something like this would occur. Desperate not to sacrifice one another, you instead sacrifice her life in their place. ...Or perhaps you genuinely thought she was your murderer? Foolishness, foolishness.

Well, regardless... the Wraith is not long for this world. There's no sense in drawing this out longer than I must with a proper execution, especially not when I've already wasted my thematic premise on this one before. Let us get this one out of the way first, why don't we?



Begone, spirit.

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@Rookie Journalist has been executed for the murder of @Alan Wake

Rookie Journalist was....



Her role was...

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Now then, Dr. Orpheus.

The shining scientific star of your precious Bureau... I believe it's about time we snuffed out that light for good. Your precious "lab assistants", all dead one-by-one. Only you and that pathetic gelatinous creature remain. Ahahaha! I've heard what the rest of them call you. A monster.... evil... a terrible person all-around!



You shall not be missed by anyone of import. Prepare yourself.



N-no... You can't... I'm not... I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't kill anyone, I didn't...

You... I...

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...I didn't expect you to be so stupid.

You expected me to just sit around and let myself die? Let myself get murdered, let myself get executed... You know, it was a double murder night. A forced attempt night too. Kyeh... heh... The thing about science... is that you have to take risks. To discover the truth, to dive deep into that which lies unseen to the naked eye. The syringe... You really think it was for my murder attempt? You think that I went to the Esotera Lab for... useless Void Conduit?

Kyehehehe....



In truth... science has no boundaries besides what we assign to it. Safety? Stability? Ethics? Kyeh... heh... Nothing like that matters, at the end of the day. The only thing that furthers scientific progress is experimentation, raw and pure. The pursuit of something more. Something deeper.

All that Thalassic Esotera, lying bare and exposed... How could I resist? Just in case... this exact situation happened? When it's life or death... the difference between discovery and obscurity...

Synchronization, Aberration... What's the difference, beyond the arbitrary boundaries set by this world? What's the difference, if I'm... sentenced to death anyway...



Kya... Kyahahaha! You're all just a bunch of traitors! A bunch of suckups to daddy's little angel. Vote me off, why don't you? Better than having to wait out a Killing Game with your pathetic little cliques. Not that I need any of you anyway. We'd be much better off with you gone, and who better to make it happen?

I can already feel it now, coursing though my veins. Kya... ha..



Hm? What are you d-

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The depths... A place of great darkness and crushing pressure. Yet, it is in the tranquil isolation of our deepest reaches that we discover our greatest strengths, the things that matter most to each of us. It is under our own internal pressure that we realize ourselves, and work to create, to grow, and to move forward.

Many fear their deepest reaches. Their unfulfilled dreams, their true feelings, all having sunken into oblivion, never again to be dredged to the surface for fear of disappointment, of despair at what never was. What never could be. By embracing the depths, overcoming the pressure, we may one day emerge not as drowned husks, but as mighty leviathans, potential as boundless as the very seas.

In search of such a future, and in defiance of those who would seek to steal our destiny...

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The pleas of the Wraiths are plain and clear - Which will you choose to rejoin the living for one fateful night?

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• The First Plea - An intelligent voice calls out...
  
  "I'm detecting some unusual activity from the neurons in his cerebral cortex. There must be another Killing Game."
  
  
• The Second Plea - A mysterious voice calls out...
  
  "Beyond the shadow you settle for, there is a miracle illuminated."
  
  
• The Third Plea - An aggressive voice calls out...
  
  "...You want that hustler wiped out, right? Allow me to fuckin' oblige."
  
  
• The Fourth Plea - A straightforward voice calls out...
  
  "I own Lazarin cannons for home defense"
  
  
• The Fifth Plea - An ominous voice calls out...
  
  I am the Centipede... it is I who shall herald the end of time.
  
  
• The Sixth Plea - A savvy voice calls out...
  
  "The Plan: To bring tourists to Whisper Valley by opening its very own branch of a popular restaurant - Dumb Hooters."
  
  
• The Seventh Plea - An eager voice calls out...
  
  "Ooo, pick me! Pick me!"
  
  
• The Eighth Plea - A pleading voice calls out...
  
  "Okay clearly last time was just an accident, I'm willing to forgive you all if you just revive me!"
  

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You may now Vote.

Please vote for two of the above Pleas. If you do not choose a spirit, a random spirit shall be assigned to you.

This voting will end when the Night begins officially.

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Kya... ha... ha...

Astrid... Nashu... Riki... Giffany... Everyone else who denied my brilliance, my endless will. I see it now, a beacon in the depths. Our destiny, our eternity. Let's all sink together. Forever and ever and ever...

can i unredact this

Huh? Hey, Boss (Columbo), can you do this too?

Phenera was right, as always.

Dr. Orpheus. You are a sight to behold - truly an inspirational role model!

(Hector. Respec our funds into scientology ASAP.)

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On the matter of wraiths, I'd like to see returns from numbers Six and Three.

M-Miss Orpheus! You're looking very...spooky and not dead. Have you done something different with your hair?

Anyroad, let's go with Wraith 6 and...yunno, if Hustler says 3, who am I to disagree?

I wish for a night with no ghosts...

However, that's a foolish thought, considering what will happen next. I'll vote, only this time.

Two and Four.

This post was last modified: Jun 7, 2024 at 7:43 PM by Izumi Konata.

#MOMOYOSWEEP #MOMOYOSWEEP #MOMOYOSWEEP #MOMOYOSWEEP

Voting five and two

I've been doing my best to keep myself away from those of the afterlife so far, but I think I need to change that approach. We're approaching the end and our heroes need some help. A spiritus ex machina if you will. I request the assistance of spirits three and five.

This post was last modified: Jun 7, 2024 at 4:46 PM by Morgan.

Lyra, I...

I guess it could be worse actually?

We're still looking for a way to fix Liz, if we can help her, then we can help Lyra, right? Maybe even scrub the crazy from her Thalassic sync. I guess I'm not too broken up after all. Hopefully.

As for wraiths, I'm interested in Wraith Four and W̸̢̨͚͖̪̘͚̹̣̥̲̃̽͂͋ͅr̵̝̄̏̊̅̅̂̽̋̏̕͝͝a̷̧̖͕̺͕͕̳͗͐̀̑į̴̨̲̭͖̣̣̠͉͓͕̜̦̽t̶̛̟̃̈́͌͒́̐̈́͛̈͋̋̆̆̕͝͠h̸̬̜͌͛̃͌̀̂̃̎̅̔ͅͅ ̴̡͎͉̈͐̔̆̂̌͂̋ͅF̴̭̥̳̺̤̝̩̯̺̒̿̿̆̄̌̑͒͒̓́̅͘͘͠͝ḭ̴̦͉̜͖̟̯͔͚̮̦̄̒̄̉̐̇̀̇͝͝v̷̨̻̬̙̗͓͈̇̍͜ȅ̴͔̬̙͔̾̑͐̽̔̈́͐̏͂

Well. Guess it's not too late for Lyra and Astrid to reconcile if she's still alive...

Huh? Hey, Boss (Columbo), can you do this too?

Hmm? Oh, I'd really rather not do that. Don't think I'd have the force of personality like Lyra to keep myself sane.


Wraiths Two and... well, I can't help an underdog. Seven.

Dr. Ly...ra...?

Oh! Dr. Lyra is still with us! Dr. Lyra is still here!

That's an excellent new look, doctor! The dark depths of the marine abyss enveloping your bodybrings out the blue of your eyes. Maybe we could add tendrils in a makeover too; they look so nice on you.

It's great to still have you with us, Dr. Lyra. This is it! The chance to start with a clean slate is finally here. Now that Esotera is coursing through your body freely, you fall under the same classification that Mx. DxHustler and we do! We're one step closer to making a world where everyone is radiating with Esotera! A world where heteromorphs can't be mistreated because everyone is a heteromorph! A world where everything follows the natural order of Esotera flowing freely before The Source was sealed!

Father Dodo... this is what needs to be built, isn't it? We're making allies out of enemies. We're building a world equal for heteromorphs. Watching out and teaching lessons about faith until we could find DxHustler... That was your part of the memo...

Director Sinclair only had a part of the memo... Synchronization isn't enough to change society... but cutting through the red tape and bringing so many voices together in this Killing Game has caused the rest of the memo to come together.

DxHustler, Dr. Lyra... we can implement a program to bring the world back to its natural state. Everyone will have the powers they should have. There will be no risks or threats to Astrid. Spooks can use vacation time. For Mx. DxHustler, everyone who wandered away lost will return, and they'll be able to protect them this time. The Bureau's resources can return the order of Chaos to the world - for the greater good!

A herald of the end of the time of restricted access to Esotera and a business consultant that can synergize with the boss will be great help. We should accept their applications.

Vote: Wraith Five
Vote: Wraith Six

Hello, Lyra! You are, not deceased! That is a shame, but only because I think you wish to, kill me! I'm sorry about earlier. My vote came in a fit of, panic. Maybe we can, make up? I think your, "thalassic esotera" is so interesting! Do you think your "thalassic esotera" is interesting?

I have heard many people mention things being, "creepy" or "wet"! I have the, esotera to be "creepy"! You have the esotera to be "wet"! What if we were, "creepy" and "wet", together?

Hello, wraiths! You are, all deceased! What if the second and third wraiths were no longer deceased?

Tinkaton is thankful she has done nothing to Lyra.

Two and five, not necessarily final.