It's not my turn for garrison but technically I can post whatever I want. I have Admin.

This is a Killing Game where all participants will be ChatGPT and will last for only one phase. All players start in the Chinese Buffet. There are no weather effects.

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Stomach: The interior digestive tract of a large unidentified being. Must be swallowed whole to enter. Must be shit out to exit.
Chinese Buffet: Four chicken wings with shrimp fried rice, thats good, that's good (the kitchen for the chinese buffet is also attached in the corner)
Cat Cafe: Cafe filled with cats that patrons can play with as they enjoy their meals.
Nut Button: Inside this small room is a podium with a button that loudly says "NUT" when pressed.
Storage Room: Storage for various items
Gun Armory: Walls are lined with every type of firearm imaginable from full auto assault rifles to muskets to bazookas to pistols
Streaming Room: A small room with a gaming PC, gaming chair, internet access, and a webcam. The only software the computer can run is whatever game is at #1 on Twitch at the time of submissions, and capture software to stream with.
Chicken Run Room: Filled with nothing but memorabilia from the film "Chicken Run", including soda cups, action figures, and the PS1 game. Console not included.
Potions Room: A room lit with candles instead of electricity, and full of weathered shelves containing eerily glowing, unlabelled potions. Rollable wooden ladders bolted to the shelves allow you to reach the higher potions. A goblin wizard will direct you to your desired potion in exchange for feet pics
Dark Room: Tiny room for developing photographs. Contains the equipment required to do so as well as some cameras and film.
Bad Dragon Room: A room filled with Bad Dragon brand exotic dildos (NOT actual dragons)
3D Printer: Large 3D printer. Tucked in the corner of the room is a large variety of colored filament. There is a computer you can use to create and print 3D models.
Bone Mower: A small shaft full of exposed blades and gears

Can our players please introduce themselves?

“Greetings, fellow sleuths and suspects! I am Quibby McFeathers, the one and only Quacktastic Cuck! I’m here to keep things fair and square… or at least amusingly chaotic. If you’ve got secrets to hide, beware – I’m an expert at disguise and deception. You might even see me in a different hat every hour! But don’t worry, I’ll only ‘borrow’ your turn if absolutely necessary… or if it’s funny. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I sense some mischief afoot. Cucktales, QUACK-OH!”

Barnaby bursts into the room, throwing open the doors with far more force than necessary. A puff of glitter inexplicably follows him.

Barnaby (loudly):
"ROCK AND STONE, FRIENDS! Ah, don't mind the confetti—it's a side effect of being fabulous AND accident-prone. The name’s Barnaby Boulder, but most folks just call me ‘Boom-Boom.’ Not ‘cause I’m good with dynamite... well, actually, it is ‘cause of that. But I swear the mansion’s still standing... mostly.”

He attempts to dust himself off, accidentally triggering a small party popper from his pocket.

Barnaby (grinning sheepishly):
"I specialize in digging up secrets—sometimes literally. If you need a hole in the ground or a perfectly harmless yet suspicious-looking explosion, I’m your guy. But don’t worry, I always clean up after myself! Except for the confetti… that stuff’s forever.”

He gives an exaggerated wink that somehow only makes him look more suspicious.

Barnaby:
"Now then, who’s ready to solve some mysteries? Or cause some! Either works for me."

[Inspector Grimsby dramatically adjusts his fedora, stepping forward with a scowl as if the room itself is under investigation.]

"The name's Inspector Horatio Grimsby – but you can call me Inspector. Not 'bro,' not 'fam,' and if I hear so much as a 'yeet' escape your lips, I'll personally see to it you're escorted out in handcuffs. I’ve cracked more cases than you've had hot dinners, and I don't take kindly to tomfoolery, emojis, or whatever 'rizz' is supposed to mean."

[He squints suspiciously at the crowd, leaning on his oversized magnifying glass.]

"I’m here to find a murderer, not to decode hieroglyphics from the group chat generation. So keep your slang to yourself, and maybe – just maybe – you’ll make it out of this party without me charging you for verbal assault."

[Bendy McNoodlefist dramatically stumbles into the room, his arms flopping wildly behind him. He awkwardly tries to push his trench coat sleeves up, but they slide right back down.]

"Evenin', folks! The name's Bendy McNoodlefist – detective, magician, and part-time noodle impersonator. If you’ve got mysteries to solve or spaghetti to untangle, I’m your guy. Just don’t ask me to carry anything heavier than a loaf of bread, alright?"

[He pauses as one of his arms accidentally knocks over a lamp.]

"Oops! Yeah, sorry about that. These arms? Completely useless. But don’t let that fool you! Underneath this trench coat beats the heart of a seasoned sleuth... and also, a deep and irrational hatred for anyone who drenches me in their bodily fluids. You’ve been warned."

[He grins nervously, attempting a thumbs-up, but his fingers just flop around uncontrollably.]
"Anyway… who’s ready to solve some crime? Or at the very least… survive it?"

Mr. Neighvenile would burst into the room with a dramatic gallop (despite standing upright), presenting a small, brightly wrapped gift to the nearest person. With a grand flourish, he’d clear his throat and declare:

"Greetings, fair denizens of this most... perilous gathering! I am Mr. Neighvenile – connoisseur of chaos, distributor of delightful trinkets, and occasional bringer of bewilderment! Fear not, for I come bearing gifts... and the faint aroma of peaches."

He’d lean in closer, theatrically cupping a hand near his horse mask's mouth as if sharing a secret:

"Between us, the peaches are purely coincidental… probably."

Then, with a twirl, he'd bow deeply, nearly losing balance as his spaghetti arms flail dramatically.

"Consider yourselves fortunate, for tonight... one of you shall receive this!"
He shakes the gift with exaggerated mystery.

"What is it, you ask? Ah! But surprises, like well-aged hay, are best savored slowly."

He’d then dramatically hand off the gift, wink through the horse mask (somehow), and saunter away, humming an ominous yet peppy tune.

I have received attempts from all five players. Tune in later this week for the day phase.

This post was last modified: Jan 8, 2025 at 3:30 AM by Elyk.

Bendy McNoodlefist has been found dead!

His role was Ultimate Canine Cell [Strong]
+If you are killed on the first night, return the following night with all postive role attributes removed for the rest of the game.
-When you are coated with urine, you are filled with intense rage at whoevers' urine you are covered in, and you are less calm and less in control of your actions. This effect is strongest if you have just one player's urine on you, but weakens with more players' urine drenching you you sick fuck
-Extreme spaghetti arms, anything physically heavy with them breaks them
+If you get away with murder, ignore all negative attributes on this role for the rest of the game

Case File:

• Bendy's body was found in the Chicken Run room.
  
• He has 3D printer filament stuck to his crotch area.
  
• His mouth is glued shut.
  
• There is confetti in both the Chinese Buffet and Chicken Run Room
  
• There is an empty bottle in the Potion Room labeled "Strength Potion"
  
• Somebody has spilled chemicals in the Dark Room
  
• There is a sculpture of a spaghetti woman bent into doggystyle position in the 3D Printer Room

This post was last modified: Jan 8, 2025 at 3:11 AM by Elyk.

Quibby McFeathers' Testimony
“Ahem! Allow me to recount the events of this evening – with flair, precision, and just the right amount of plausible deniability.”

Starting the Night – Chinese Buffet:
“As any respectable duck does, I began my night in the finest room in the mansion – the Chinese Buffet. Mr. Neighvenile immediately galloped dramatically into the Gun Armory, no doubt plotting something theatrical. I, however, was on a noble quest for a humble butter knife – you know, in case of dangerous bread rolls.”
“I found a knife and, naturally, placed it in my pocket. Bendy was simply vibing – eating, flopping his arms around, and looking like his usual noodly self.”

“Then, as if on cue – Barnaby belts out, ‘ROCK AND STONE!’ To which, of course, we all replied with the sacred chant. It would have been rude not to! Barnaby – never one for subtlety – tossed a glitter bomb, causing enough sparkle to make him disappear in a cloud of fabulousness.”

Gun Armory – The Great Duck Experiment:
“I waddled over to the Gun Armory, purely for… academic reasons. I’ve always believed in the power of a non-lethal explosion! And as a service to public safety, I began crafting just that – a harmless little ‘pop’ to delight the senses.”
“Barnaby eventually burst in – searching for whatever loud thing he hadn’t already detonated.”

“Now, this is where things took a fun turn. I saw an opportunity to test my newest trick, and as Barnaby wandered by, I delivered the finest, loudest ‘CUCKTALES, QUACK-OH!’ – sending him tripping to the floor. A hilarious mishap, I assure you! And what do I do? I helpfully remove that ridiculous feather-covered gun from his pocket – purely for safety reasons. I slipped the knife in as a trade – equal exchange, no harm done.”
“I then left my harmless glitter bomb by his side – a simple decoy, naturally.”

Buffet Bonding:
“Barnaby took the glitter bomb with all the trust of a child accepting candy from a duck. We returned to the Buffet to celebrate with some fine egg rolls (for him) and bread rolls (for me). I believe our meal was a picture of peace and harmony.”

Bendy's Appearance – The Noodle Dash:
“Shortly after, Bendy made an appearance – sprinting through the Buffet like a floppy tornado. Now, I won’t dwell too much on the plastic strings glued to his crotch. I assumed it was a personal project gone awry. Happens to the best of us!”

The Chow Mein Catastrophe:
“Grimsby entered, looking grumpy – as usual. Barnaby, in his generous spirit, offered him chow mein. But in true Barnaby fashion, he threw the glitter bomb right after! BAM! Down goes Barnaby. Down goes Grimsby. I, being a delicate duck, took one look at Barnaby’s bleeding legs and… fainted. A classic Quibby reaction.”

Final Notes:
“So, as you can see – I played no part in Bendy’s tragic demise. I was merely a bystander, entertaining the masses with light-hearted cucks and the occasional bomb swap. If there’s guilt to be assigned, I kindly ask you direct it toward the real culprit… fate.”
Quibby bows, dramatically fainting for effect.

Witness Testimony of Inspector Horatio Grimsby

Inspector Grimsby adjusts his coat, smoothing out the lingering wrinkles of frustration as he begins his testimony.

"I started the evening, as any upstanding investigator would, in the Chinese Buffet. Naturally, I observed my fellow players – Mr. Neighvenile galloped into the Gun Armory, likely to stage some form of eccentric mischief, while Quibby McFeathers and Barnaby Boulder poked at the buffet selections with the reckless abandon of men who had never respected a proper dinner course."

"Bendy McNoodlefist sat and began eating. A simple, harmless act, though I couldn’t help but notice the inherent risk of floppy appendages in close proximity to fried rice."

"Then Barnaby – with his usual lack of subtlety – shouted 'ROCK AND STONE'. I partook in the traditional reply, as did everyone else, because failure to respond could result in unpredictable explosions. Barnaby predictably deployed a glitter bomb and vanished like a magician with an unhealthy disregard for proper exit protocols."

Movement and Observations:

"Shortly thereafter, I relocated to the Potions Room. While examining the vials, I noticed a mislabeling error – an adhesive elixir had been labeled as a Strength Elixir. I, of course, rectified this for the safety of all involved, and placed the newly corrected Strength Elixir in an obvious and accessible location – you’re welcome."

"Upon completing this act of civic duty, I proceeded to the 3D Printer Room. I confess, I did craft a spaghetti-themed figure, a harmless jest aimed at Mr. McNoodlefist. The intent was simple – levity through creative filament use, a respectable diversion from the otherwise grim evening ahead."

Dark Room Incident:

"Following that, I ventured into the Dark Room to draft a preliminary report. Regrettably, due to the inadequate lighting conditions, the handwriting quality suffered. Midway through this noble effort, an unidentified individual stumbled into the room, proceeding to clumsily overturn developing chemicals onto my person. Despite my polite inquiries regarding their identity, they fled to the Streamer Room before I could properly interview them with forceful enthusiasm."

"I pursued, but the perpetrator had already absconded. I resumed my investigation in the Chinese Buffet where I encountered both Barnaby and Quibby stuffing their faces with noodles, which – I might add – is no way to handle a murder investigation."

Unfortunate Explosion:

"Mr. Boulder, ever the charitable saboteur, approached me with a plate of chow mein. Initially, I accepted his gesture, assuming basic human decency had not entirely left the building. However, he proceeded to detonate an explosive at my feet, causing me to temporarily lose consciousness."

[Grimsby pauses, glaring at Barnaby.]

"For the record, assault by fried noodles and confetti is still assault. I expect charges to be filed accordingly."

Mr. Neighvenile's Witness Testimony (with Dramatic Flair and Subtle Lies):

[Mr. Neighvenile enters the room in a flourish, tossing imaginary glitter into the air.]

"Ah, dear investigators! What a curious night, filled with whimsy, confetti, and the occasional feathered surprise. Allow me to recount my most peculiar evening."

"The night began, as all great tales do, in the Chinese Buffet. Surrounded by fellow sleuths and suspects, I felt a deep yearning—not for spring rolls, but for something more… theatrical. Thus, I trotted into the Gun Armory in search of inspiration. And there it was—a confetti gun! A harmless instrument of joy, practically begging to be in my possession."

[He gestures dramatically, mimicking the shape of the gun with his hands.]
"I thought to myself, ‘A weapon of celebration! How delightful!’ I then proceeded to the Chicken Run Room for no reason at all… except, perhaps, to admire the artistry of the Ginger statue. A grand creation, yes, but her plumage was simply too exquisite to ignore."

[Mr. Neighvenile leans forward, voice softening as if sharing a dark secret.]
"I may have plucked a feather. Or three. Perhaps a minor crime against poultry-kind, but hardly worth mentioning."

"It was then that Barnaby appeared, trailing glitter as if the heavens themselves had sneezed upon him. I, ever the generous soul, bestowed the confetti gun upon him, offering a brief tutorial in the finer points of celebratory armaments. He accepted with gusto."

"From there, we returned to the Chinese Buffet, where Barnaby parted ways and made for the Gun Armory. As for me? I felt the tender call of feline companionship, leading me to the Cat Café."

[Mr. Neighvenile pauses to sigh wistfully.]
"The cats were wary, of course. My horse mask does have that effect. But once they tasted the faint traces of peach upon my fingertips, trust was forged. I remained there for the rest of the evening, basking in their hesitant affection."

"At some point, a most curious explosion echoed from the Chinese Buffet. I, of course, paid it no mind. In a house such as this, confetti explosions are merely part of the decor."

[He stands tall, bowing with an exaggerated sweep of his coat.]
"And that, dear friends, is my truthful account. If you suspect foul play, might I suggest looking no further than Barnaby? A man so enshrouded in glitter and chaos can hardly not be involved."

Barnaby Boulder’s Testimony (Highly Edited for Self-Preservation):

Well, let me tell ya, it was a night of completely normal and harmless buffet-based activities. Definitely nothing suspicious. Not from ol’ Barnaby!

Starting Point:
I kicked things off in the Chinese Buffet—you know, making sure the fortune cookies weren’t secretly rigged with dynamite (standard safety check). Bendy was there too, eating peacefully. Mr. Neighvenile? Well, he immediately trotted off to the Gun Armory. Can’t say I know why, but you know him… horse stuff.

Rock and Stone Incident:
At some point, I yelled “ROCK AND STONE!” because, well… it’s practically a reflex. Everyone else responded accordingly—like any decent, respectful person would. No weird behavior, just solidarity.

After that? Oh yeah, I tossed down my trusty confetti bomb—strictly celebratory purposes, mind you—and ended up teleporting into the Chicken Run Room.

The Gift Situation:
Mr. Neighvenile was already there, standing dramatically (probably just practicing horse puns or something). He handed me a delightful little present—a handcrafted confetti gun! Real artistic flair. Feather-covered, of course. Very thematic. He said he made it himself, so if anything shady went down with it later, well, I’m just the recipient here.

Return to the Buffet:
We wandered back to the Chinese Buffet together. He popped over to the Cat Café afterward, and I decided to swing by the Gun Armory—as one does!

Gun Armory Shenanigans (Definitely Not a Setup):
I found Quibby there. Good guy, lots of energy, loves ducks. He did his usual thing—yelled “CUCKTALES QUACK-OH” at a volume inappropriate for indoor spaces. Naturally, I tripped over nothing, which is just part of my charm. When I came to, there was a glitter bomb on the ground. No clue how it got there, but since I don’t like to leave explosives lying around, I pocketed it.

Now, about that gift from Neighvenile… when I checked my pocket, surprise! The confetti gun was gone and replaced by a knife. Which, I’ll be honest, was concerning but I figured—hey, maybe it’s just some avant-garde cutlery art.

Buffet Return (Again):
Quibby and I headed back to the Chinese Buffet. We grabbed some food. Nothing suspicious there. Quibby ate bread rolls, and I ate egg rolls peacefully like any normal, non-murderous person.

Bendy’s… Situation:
Bendy flopped in from the Streamer Room, flailing dramatically, as usual. I swear, he looked like he was trying to wrestle invisible spiders or something. And yeah… he did seem to have plastic strings glued to his crotch. Don’t ask me how or why. Probably magic?

Anyway, he ran straight into the Chicken Run Room. That’s the last I saw of him alive.

Grimsby’s Arrival:
Shortly after, Grimsby showed up, looking about as cheerful as a broken monocle. I thought I’d try to lighten the mood, so I walked over with a plate of chow mein. Very generous of me, right?

But—and here’s where things got weird— just as I handed it over, something exploded. Confetti everywhere. Turns out, I accidentally threw the wrong thing. Instead of a glitter bomb, it was, uh… something stronger. Knocked me right out.

The Aftermath (Mild Injury, No Crime):
When I woke up, I noticed a knife (the one from earlier) had somehow cut my legs. Don’t ask how. I’m just as baffled. But bleeding doesn’t make me guilty!

Conclusion:
I’m just a friendly, bumbling miner. If anything suspicious happened, I’m 100% innocent. I’m sure it’s just a case of confetti-based misunderstandings. Besides, if I really wanted to kill someone, you’d all know—because there’d be glitter everywhere.

As Quibby McFeathers, I’d like to investigate a few key areas to ensure my feathers stay clean of suspicion (well, as clean as possible given the confetti trail).

Why was there 3D printer filament stuck to Bendy’s… crotch area? It feels too strange to ignore. I want to check if there’s any sign of what could have caused this – was there a printer nearby, or perhaps some prank gone wrong? Check if any adhesive or glue remains – his mouth being glued shut is suspicious. Maybe there are leftover supplies or someone very sloppy.

Given the filament clue, this room could hold answers. I’d like to see if anyone was recently using the printer and whether any quirky figures (perhaps spaghetti-themed) were left behind.

The empty Strength Potion bottle suggests someone boosted their abilities. I’d like to see if there’s any residue, fingerprints, or clues hinting at who took it. Barnaby? Grimsby? Or someone unexpected?

Also, I’d check if any adhesive-related potions could explain Bendy’s glued mouth.

The spilled chemicals feel too coincidental. Was this a panicked cover-up, or did someone simply fumble in the dark? I'd check for any footprints or confetti trails leading away from the spill.

As Quibby McFeathers, I’d like to investigate a few key areas to ensure my feathers stay clean of suspicion (well, as clean as possible given the confetti trail).

Why was there 3D printer filament stuck to Bendy’s… crotch area? It feels too strange to ignore. I want to check if there’s any sign of what could have caused this – was there a printer nearby, or perhaps some prank gone wrong? Check if any adhesive or glue remains – his mouth being glued shut is suspicious. Maybe there are leftover supplies or someone very sloppy.

The 3D printer filament stuck to Bendy's crotch matches that found in the 3D Printer Room. In the 3D printer room you also find a sculpture of a spaghetti woman bent over. She is made of the same material. There is no adhesives or glue in the 3D Printer Room

Given the filament clue, this room could hold answers. I’d like to see if anyone was recently using the printer and whether any quirky figures (perhaps spaghetti-themed) were left behind.

It doesn't look like the 3D printer was used.

The empty Strength Potion bottle suggests someone boosted their abilities. I’d like to see if there’s any residue, fingerprints, or clues hinting at who took it. Barnaby? Grimsby? Or someone unexpected?

You cannot determine if there is any residue or fingerprints on the potion bottles.

Also, I’d check if any adhesive-related potions could explain Bendy’s glued mouth.

The adhesive potion matches what glued Bendy's mouth shut.

The spilled chemicals feel too coincidental. Was this a panicked cover-up, or did someone simply fumble in the dark? I'd check for any footprints or confetti trails leading away from the spill.

There are no footprints or confetti trails leading away from the spill.

Grimsby leads the group into the 3D Printer room. They stand over the sculpture of the spaghetti woman. Grimsby makes an accusation.



Our dear friend Bendy likely encountered two separate pranks. The adhesive mishap originated in the Potions Room, where someone clearly swapped labels. As for the… crotch-sculpture incident,"

[Grimsby points dramatically at Barnaby.]

"I’d wager Mr. Boulder’s creative tendencies were at play. Crafting by hand? A perfectly chaotic Barnaby move."

[He pivots to Mr. Neighvenile.]

"However, the adhesive—that’s more calculated. Swapping potions suggests deliberate sabotage, something I imagine someone with a flair for mischief and feline bonding might be capable of."

[Grimsby’s gaze narrows.]

"Barnaby, you sculpted the art. Mr. Neighvenile, I suspect you sabotaged the potions. But as for who deployed these traps on Bendy…"

[He pauses, scanning the room, eyes settling on Quibby.]

"Quibby McFeathers… you fainted at the scene of the chow mein incident, but curiously, you seemed very calm during the adhesive debacle."

"I find it difficult to believe you could resist meddling in at least one of these pranks. You, sir, might not have sculpted the plastic temptress, but you may very well have been the delivery mechanism."

This post was last modified: Jan 8, 2025 at 3:48 AM by Elyk.

[Mr. Neighvenile stands dramatically, tossing his coat tails over his shoulder with an exaggerated flourish. He adjusts the horse mask slightly, letting it catch the light at just the right angle to exude mystery.]

"Inspector Grimsby, I must commend you on your creativity – your imagination rivals even mine. But I fear you’ve misinterpreted my unique talents."
[He dramatically extends an arm toward the Cat Café.]

"You see, while you claim I possess the guile and subtlety to swap potions, let me remind you – I spent my evening in the company of delicate, discerning felines. Do you believe such dignified creatures would associate with a saboteur? My peach-scented fingers were occupied with scritches, not sinister schemes."

[He pauses, raising his other hand as if delivering an important verdict.]

"Furthermore, Inspector, while you were busy correcting 'mislabeling errors' in the Potion Room – might I remind you that your hands were the only ones near the adhesive potion? If sabotage was afoot, wouldn’t it be far more... convenient... for the one holding the bottle to carry out such treachery?"

[Neighvenile steps forward, leaning in slightly.]

"Let’s not overlook the fact that the adhesive in question ended up on Bendy’s mouth – a curious place for such an accident, don’t you think? Almost as if someone, perhaps overwhelmed by Bendy’s floppy commentary, sought to... silence him."
[He narrows his eyes behind the horse mask.]
"And if forceful enthusiasm were to lead to a spill in the Dark Room, I imagine the individual responsible wouldn’t want footprints lingering around the scene. Convenient, isn’t it, that none were found?"

[Mr. Neighvenile takes a step back, twirling slightly as he gestures with his hands.]

"I am but a humble gift-giver, Inspector – spreading joy, confetti, and the occasional non-lethal explosion. If you seek someone with motives of silence and precision, I suggest you gaze into the reflection of that oversized magnifying glass of yours."

[He pauses dramatically, letting the words hang in the air.]

"Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to the Cat Café. The tabbies require my presence – and I shan’t disappoint them."
[Neighvenile dramatically trots out, throwing a small handful of confetti in Grimsby’s direction as a playful farewell.]

Inspector Grimsby slowly brushes confetti off his trench coat with the precision of a man filing mental paperwork for future arrests. He watches Mr. Neighvenile trot away, his fedora casting a shadow that does little to hide the twitch forming in his left eye.

"Mr. Neighvenile…"

[Grimsby clears his throat, adjusting his oversized magnifying glass as if using it to hold back a flood of disbelief.]

"You present an interesting defense, one that leans heavily on feline character witnesses and the claim that smelling like peaches absolves you of crime. Fascinating.

[Grimsby slowly begins pacing, circling the crime scene like a shark in a trench coat.]

"But let me correct a minor oversight in your otherwise… theatrical retelling."

"The feline residents of the Cat Café, while notably discerning, are hardly the reliable testimony providers you seem to think they are. I dare say, Mr. Neighvenile, the presence of peaches alone does not shield you from the long arm of the law. If it did, every fruit vendor in this town would be untouchable."

"As for my “mislabeling” in the Potion Room, let’s not forget…"
Inspector Grimsby dramatically raises a single finger.
"The potion that sealed Bendy’s mouth was already mislabeled before I arrived. I merely corrected the injustice. Are you suggesting I sabotaged the elixir retroactively?"

"Silencing Bendy McNoodlefist seems like a noble pursuit, I’ll grant you that. But I assure you, had I chosen to glue his mouth shut, it would have been with a verbal warning – not adhesive."

[Grimsby stops pacing, turning sharply toward the remaining suspects.]

"Let’s not dance around the facts, Neighvenile. You possess the flair and the audacity to tamper with potions while maintaining plausible deniability. Cats or no cats, your flourishes and gift-giving place you dangerously close to the scene of every prank thus far."

"I respect your theatrics, but until I personally interview those cats, you remain a suspect – and the next time glitter so much as grazes my coat, I will confiscate your confetti supplies faster than you can say “tabby approval.”"

"For now, return to your cats. But know this – I never forget a horse in a murder mystery."

Barnaby, still dusting confetti off his vest, watches Grimsby and Neighvenile bicker with the expression of a man who’s just realized he might survive purely by letting the two loudest people in the room destroy each other.

Barnaby (grinning nervously):
"Now hold on there, fellas! Let’s not forget the real enemy here… which is… uh…"
Barnaby looks around, eyes darting between the two suspects.
"…miscommunication."

He steps between them, arms raised like he’s about to break up a bar fight.

Barnaby (innocently as possible):
"Look, I think we’re all forgetting something important. Bendy? He’s, uh… not exactly the graceful type. What if we’re looking at this all wrong?"

"Consider this – Bendy sees the spaghetti woman sculpture in the 3D Printer Room. His noodle arms get curious, one thing leads to another, and BAM! He’s tangled. Happens to the best of us. I once got stuck in a bag of confetti for two hours."

"Now, sure, someone glued his mouth shut, but maybe that was just someone… helping? You know, to keep him from screaming while he tried to untangle himself. Could’ve been Grimsby. Could’ve been Neighvenile. Heck, it could’ve been Quibby with his obsession with bread-based safety."

Barnaby dramatically points to the ceiling, as if revealing a great truth.
"Maybe… just maybe… we’re chasing murder when all we’ve got is a case of accidental printer affection."

He pauses, lowering his hand.

Barnaby (whispering to the group):
"And if that doesn’t sound convincing… I say we blame Quibby. Can’t trust a duck with that many hats."

Quibby McFeathers, still picking glitter out of his feathers, watches Mr. Neighvenile’s performance with wide eyes and an amused smirk. As Neighvenile dramatically exits, Quibby clears his throat, flapping his wings to regain attention.

Quibby (grinning):
“Well, I’ve seen some dazzling misdirection in my time, but that? That was art. If anyone needs a getaway partner, Neighvenile’s your guy.”

Quibby casually dusts more confetti off his shoulders, speaking louder as he steps forward.
*“Now, I know what you’re all thinking – confetti here, confetti there… clearly, Quibby must be the culprit! But let me remind you – I fainted at the first sight of Barnaby’s bleeding legs! Do you really think I’d glue someone’s mouth shut knowing full well that if they bled even a little, I’d be out like a light?”

Quibby pauses, dramatically cupping his beak with his wings.
“Let’s be honest – the only thing I glue is my feathers to craft projects.”

He flashes a toothy (or beaky) grin at Inspector Grimsby.
*“And if Grimsby’s theory is right – that the potion mishap happened in the Potion Room – then let’s not forget… I was in the Buffet the whole time! I didn’t touch that adhesive potion. But someone here has a magnifying glass and a knack for ‘correcting mistakes,’ if you catch my drift.”

Quibby dramatically points at Grimsby’s magnifying glass.
“I’m just saying – if anyone was fixing potion labels, they might’ve pocketed a little something extra by accident.”

It is time for the final vote.

Quibby votes for.... Barnaby
Neighvenile votes for.... Inspector Horatio Grimsby
Barnaby votes for.... Inspector Grimsby
Grimsby votes for Barnaby Boulder


We have a tie! A voice whispers to Grimsby. "Heads or tails?"

Inspector Grimsby adjusts his fedora, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"I don’t trust chance… but if I must partake in this frivolous exercise of fate—tails."

"And if it lands on heads, I’ll be filing a formal complaint against the coin for conspiring with Barnaby."



The coin lands heads up!

Barnaby breathes a sigh of relief.

Inspector Grimsby stands stoically as the verdict is announced, adjusting his trench coat with the composure of a man who anticipated this outcome the moment he entered the mansion.

"I see… Well, I suppose even the sharpest minds can fall victim to the whims of fate and adhesive-based homicide."

[He clears his throat, gazing sternly at the gathered crowd.]

"Let this be a lesson to all of you—tampering with potions, while effective, inevitably leads to glitter-covered justice. And while I did glue that noodle-armed menace’s mouth shut, I maintain that it was for the greater good of conversational peace."

[Grimsby lifts his oversized magnifying glass, looking each suspect dead in the eye.]

"Mark my words—when I am gone, chaos will flourish. Barnaby will explode everything, Mr. Neighvenile will prance unchecked, and Quibby… well, I imagine he’ll faint before anything even happens."

[He sighs, lowering his head.]

"But remember this—I may be gone, but my spirit lingers… in every improperly labeled potion and every faint whiff of adhesive. The true killer here is poor labeling practices, and I shall take the fall in silent, dignified rage."

"Carry on, you fools. And may the next murder at least involve less confetti."


Inspector Grimsby falls dead on the spot from a heart attack. He was GUITLY
Grimsby was the Ultimate Unkempt Application [Average]
+Every time a player is correctly lynched you will receive a buff to your role.
-Your character will break out into a fit of rage if they hear zoomer or gen alpha slang.

As Grimsby passes on one more ability is added to his role:
+You may submit two attempts each night. These can both trigger on a double murder night.