It was raining the night of October First, 1857. A man runs down the street, the paper in his hand. The London Times. Across the headline it said; MURDER! THE 11TH IN A STRING OF MURDERS! The man knew that he shouldn't be out this late. He stopped to check the time on his silver line pocket watch. 11:26. "Where had the time gone?" the man thought to himself. "I should be in bed with my wife." He rushed down the lane, only a few blocks away from his house, 21st Pudding Lane. As he saw his house, he slowed his pace. Suddenly, a Laugh was heard though the air. The man stopped "W-who's There??" he shouted. The Laugher only got more intense. And then... The man was killed.

The next morning, The man was found, sitting down. his head had been cut off, replaced with a pumpkin with a smile carved into it. In the man's hand was a note addressed to Scotland Yard. It read...



I am looking for four detectives. My Co-Gm, @rush99999 is The Game Master

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I have added something new for this game we play





And Now... The Murderer.

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Name: You may call me The Game Master

Age: Such trivialities are beneath me

Gender: Male of course. If I were a woman, my name would be The Game Mistress.

Role: I'll give you 3 guesses

Supernatural ability: I can make people see things that aren't there. Ordinary people refer to it as illusion mastery. I refer to it as confounding the senses made into and art form

Personality: Many people believe I'm a complete madman (Which I am). I revel in killing and revel even more so in testing the minds my pursuers with cryptic clues and hard-to-find hints. I treat everything as a game...Because that's all the mortal realm is.

What is currently known about his modus operandi: I strike on nights that have an odd number (e.g. October the 1st) at 11:40 PM on the dot. I kill my victims by cutting off their heads and replacing them with pumpkins that have smiles carved into them. I then leave some form of message addressed to Scotland Yard in the capable hands of my dead victims and take the heads with me to...Well, I have to keep some secrets now, don't I?

Alignment: Chaotic evil, obviously.

Appearance:


So, who's ready to play A Murderer's Game?

scrubs

yes

Scrubs?

Scrubs?

Scrubs.

What are these scrubs you speak of?

What are these scrubs you speak of?

SASHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

... Srcublords.

I can't do this all on my own~...

I can't do this all on my own~...

What do you mean?

Oh, sorry. It was a reference to Scrubs, like, the TV show. Part of the theme song.

Oh, sorry. It was a reference to Scrubs, like, the TV show. Part of the theme song.

Oh. I'm just stupid.

Never saw Scrubs.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality. Open your eyes look up to the skies and see. I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy, cause I'm easy come easy go little high little low, anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me to me. Mama just killed a man put a gun up to his head pulled my trigger now he's dead. Mama life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama *ooh* Didn't mean to make you cry if I'm not back again this time tomorrow carry on,carry on as if nothing really matters. Too late my time has come sent shivers done my spine bodies aching all the time. Goodbye everybody I've got to go. Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama,ooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all. I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me. (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his lit from this monstrosity. Easy come easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No we will not let you go (let him go) Bismillah! we will not let you go. (let him go) Bismillah! we will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (let me go) Never never let you go. Never let me go oh. No no no no no no no. Oh mama mia, mama mia (mama mia let me go) Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me ,for me! So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think love me and leave me to die? Oh baby, can't do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here. (oh yeah, oh yeah) Nothing really matters anyone can see nothing really matters to me. Anyway the wind blows.

I did it I wrote out the entire lyrics for Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. And now my fingers hurt.

So this is what you meant when you said that you were spent. And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit right to the top. Don't hold back. Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check. I don't ever wanna let you down. I don't ever wanna leave this town. 'Cause after all, this city never sleeps at night. It's time to begin, isn't it. I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am. So this is where you fell, and I am left to sell. The path to heaven runs though miles of clouded hell. Straight to the top. Don't look back. Turning to rags and giving the academy a rain check. I don't ever wanna leave this town. 'Cause after all, this city never sleeps at night. It's time to begin, isn't it. I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am. It's time to begin, isn't it. I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am. This road never looked so lonely. This house doesn't burn down slowly. To ashes. To ashes. It's time to begin, isn't it. I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am. It's time to begin, isn't it. I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand that I'm never changing who I am.

I just type all of It's Time by Imagine Dragons. And my fingers are feelin' fine.

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Numb by Linkin Park.

I copy and paste that shit

I copy and paste that shit

You cheater!

Yeah yah cheater.

Yes, I do cheat.

Why not?

Also, @LowKey123

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Yes, I do cheat.

Why not?

Cheating is bad and you should feel bad!