CorneliusMurdock, on 13 November 2012 - 02:31 AM, said:
Perhaps while friends walk, friends could share stories of what happened to each friend last night. Both Chef and Ansar seemed to imply that Alexis should know what those two were up to.
Cronk went to watch training. Mandric came and challenged Helmer. Mandric won and Helmer seemed upset about it. Then Mandric asked Cronk to accompany Mandric to dining hall where Mandric talked with Cronk until Mandric was very drunk. Cronk was escorting Mandric back to quarters when Priestess came and took Mandric to bed. Then Cronk went to bed. That about it.
"Well, what I said to Ansar wasn't the whole truth I'm afraid. I was asleep, but not for the whole night, and at some point when it was still dark outside, I got up to go and find something to eat. I decided to take a shortcut through the Sanctuary to the kitchen, but on my way there, I came accross something horrible. Mandric's body was lying there, not moving, just limp in the middle of the room. Naturally, I went to see what was going on, and if Mandric was alright. As I knelt down to shake him awake, I started to notice that he wasn't breathing at all, and the blood, so much blood, everywhere. It was all over the floor, spreading out horrifically on the tiles, and on my hands, a grotesque dripping redness. I didn't know what to do, I panicked, so I ran quickly back to my bed, being clear to wash off all traces of blood. I know that I should have told somebody, and maybe the murderer might have still been around, but I was scared; I knew that if someone found me there, it could threaten Heroica's relationship with the order for ever. I got up the next morning with you and pretended that nothing had happened."
Haldor turned his face away in shame.
"I hope that you understand how I feel, Cronk. I want nothing more than to get to the bottom of this mystery."
I now possess a depressing, and largely unexpected, absence of ideas for what it is that I could write in this space that would encourage, inspire or amuse any man, woman or child who takes the time to read this drawn-out and mindless drivel. I remain painfully aware of how this same passage could have been written in a far shorter and simplistic manner, whilst still maintaining its message and key purpose to all who take the time and effort to exercise their mind in understanding these words; however, this would barely give me half as much pleasure as the satisfaction that a large number of members on this website will soon or late find themselves working through this increasingly large collection of rubbish at least once, perhaps even twice if they begin to forget its contents. I hearby grant myself 500 bonus points for every unfortunate victim, now and in the future, that takes part in the aforementioned psychological experiment by bothering to read this huge tosh, excluding the numerous times that I myself have trawled through this... mess. Woah, I got a bit carried away there, that short message has transpired rather differently to how I was predicting it would. Actually, the bigger the better, I might as well increase its size even further by adding a long, torturous final sentence that is only as unnecessary as that whole lot of stupid, pointless waste of time was to both write, re-read, proof-read and then open for viewing by the general public. Have a nice day, folks!
Haldor Skovgaard, 33 year old male Nord in Sandy's Heroica RPG.
Level 252/3 Shaman.
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