[b][u]Sam Jensen[/u][/b]

Minutes after waking up, Sam was already linked into the World Interface, browsing the school forums while checking his messages at the same time. But like anyone else this morning, his attention was immediately called to a certain message sent by a certain masked asshole. 

"Oh, no fucking way." Sam laughed as he read the Masked Man, or rather, Silver Jester's message. "He's trying to pin the murders on Mikey?" The teenage boy shook his head as he stood up to make himself a cup of coffee. "That kid's literally the opposite of Blackie." And even if he wasn't, just the appearance of the Masked Man on that one night a month ago was still enough to make Sam know that the guy was lying out of his ass. The masked asshole had been fixated on Gleeful Jackal even being in-game at all, and from what he'd known at the time, both the Black and Yellow Kings had been logged into Deep Ground that night as well, despite the server issues. After a month of thinking it over, the only conclusion that Sam could come to was that all the Kings that [i]weren't[/i] logged into the game that night had been killed. Naturally, that made what Silver Jester was saying impossible. 

Still, there were probably some people gullible enough to fall for this bait. Shaking his head as he dumped an excessive amount of sugar into his coffee, Sam chuckled ruefully. Michael probably wasn't making it through the day without getting his ass kicked by an angry mob of idiots. But that wasn't his business. Even if he'd interjected, in the real world, he was just another slacking asshole. Outside of Deep Ground, he didn't have Gleeful Jackal's blistering speed to cut his enemies down with. 

Sipping at his coffee, Sam opened his other important message, which turned out to be a PM from Michael himself, sent to every Colored King, asking to meet in the old school gym. Well, then. Michael was a straightforward enough guy that this probably wasn't a trap. Probably. Still, even if it was, telling everyone that the King-killer was in the old school gym would be enough to get an angry mob there in minutes. Throwing on a hoodie and jeans, Sam stepped out of his dorm and started making his way over to the old gym. 

"Wait a minute...what the fuck?" Sam muttered to himself as he read over the sender line again while he was walking. Stuffed Rabbit hadn't been sent a message. What the hell was this supposed to mean? Was the Red King in on this? Did she already know that Michael wasn't the Black King? Of course, the obvious answer was that Michael was the Red King, but that was retarded. No one had ever heard of a student having an Avatar of the opposite gender as themself, after all. Then again, maybe there was something else to this. Michael could be the Red King's boyfriend or something. Of course, if the guy was single, Sam was back to square one. Shaking his head, Sam cleared his mind of idle speculation and kept walking towards the gym. He could get more answers once Michael actually started talking.

As he approached the old gym, Sam slowed his pace for a moment, pulling his phone out to type a quick message to put on the school forums. 

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[b]Subject: MICHAEL FAYE IN THE OLD GYM
Poster: Gleeful Jackal

So the King-killer's in the old gym right now. Anyone who wants to a piece of this guy, get over here.[/b]
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Sam finished typing the post, but didn't actually put it up on the forum. Instead, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, still clutching it while it was put away. If Michael or anyone else tried anything, all he had to do was send the message and stall for a few minutes. With Gleeful Jackal's cocky grin on his lips, Sam strode into the old gym.