Luke McAwesome

I don't know, I've been twisting my mind around this one, and I think that we can trust him. He hasn't done anything wrong, and we're going after him because we're just naive. We're naive because he's been scummy in almost every game got magical powers, but he hasn't done anything wrong with them except destroy a threat. You're right, I was going to, but I then realized that I was making a bad choice. I refuse to waste my vote on someone we have no proof against, especially if he has the power to save us. Oh no you didn't! So just because I'm a maid means I cook, too, right? No, thats Chef Walters' job! Stop abusing my maidly powers!

I assume you meant me. Prepare for all of you to feel stupid when it's revealed he's a citizen, filthy lizard-dropping dumpsters.

Why not just get it off of BrickLink or eBay?

In that case, dear Peter... Unvote: Ambassador Sirion Vipont/ImperialShadows I realize that because of this choice, you are probably going to go after another helpless maid, but I don't have proof that's he's scum, and neither do you people. This is my final vote, and I will not be changing it.

Because I'm the stupid one, and usually add unneeded humor to the group. That and melodramatics.

But... But... I'm just the stupid, young, uneducated maid! Sirion, please don't yell at me! I'm very fragile! I have a feeling that if I change my vote again, the voice in the sky is going to boot me off a cliff. I don't know who to believe! Peter! Who is my maidly vote going to?

Yes, yes, that's what I meant. I noticed that, too. Sorry. And, yes, I know he has, but he's survived the most games, though.

That's true... I don't want to risk being killed randomly tonight, so... Sorry, Sirion, I like you, I really do, you're a nice man, but I don't want another guranteed innocent dying. Vote: Ambassador Sirion Vipont/ImperialShadows (Here's to prove that you can survive every game!)

Are you looking for a problem, Friar? Alright, here's my honest opinion, the real one, I think we should wait for more evidence overnight to see if anything bad pops up about the AMbassador. If he does something wrong, we kill him. We shouldn't waste our votes on him. Let's nab the greasy frier.

Because you're a dirty dumpster full of lizard poop. () No, I pray for your's, greasy Friar, or should I say, frier.

But, Peter, you haven't yet removed your vote on Richard.

I use some old MB castle fences in my Jurassic Park MOCs as fences on a cliff side. They, suprisingly, work better than any other LEGO part, as far as large fences go.

Ooh! Good! I'll PM you.

And when Adam angry, Adam SMASH! I'm not sure I understand, is Adam a robot or not?

No! Gregor! This is just like the mysteries I read! There's a killer among us... who could it be? Does anyone have any ideas or suspicions?

7 years ago... Professor Edward Forge sat in a chair at his desk, working silently on a computer system, what he planned to turn into a business corporation. He called it, "The Detectix Body Radiation Detector". He would make millions of this one little handheld gadget, the military would purchase thousands for their troops, the National Guard would buy them to search for survivors in case of disasters, such as hurricanes and floods. He was almost finished with the prototype. Though it could only reach up to 20 feet, it would at least hopefully work. He could work on the radius later. It was a smart computer, which meant it could adapt to any situation. It had small tools compacted inside, such as a magnifying glass, and even a small laser for cutting through items. He picked up a pair of tweezers and slowly, using a magnifying glass attached to his lamp, he slowly and gently grabbed a small data chip and began to insert it inside the device... *BANG! BANG! BANG!* Loud crashing noises came from behind the bookcase, where the factory was. Forge jumped out of the seat and dropped the data chip somewhere on the floor. He swore and got down on his knees as more crashing noises came from the factory. He hurriedly searched the concrete floor for the chip. It was only as big as an ant. But he couldn't lose this chip, it had vital information and plans for future Detectix designs. "They're coming for me... I must find that chip!" He began using his hands swiping at the floor gently trying to feel for something hard. "Come on... Come on..." He heard one of the factory workers, Jessica, scream something. He couldn't make it out. Then he heard a second voice, deep and scratchy. "Where is Forge?! I WANT TO KNOW!!! Tell me! Tell me!!!" Edward heard crashing, and then a sickening crunch, and a scream. More screams erupted as an explosion and crash was heard. "Come on! Come on!" "Sir, he's in there!" said a deep voice, but a different one from the first. "Very well, get him! Use the grenades if you must!" said the first voice. As Edward kept searching, he felt something hard on his hand. He used the pliers, picked it up and held it to his eye. It was the chip. "Edward... we're here for that nice new device of your's... I hope you don't mind if we come in, don't worry, well bite," said Voice Number 1, in a cruel, unmerciful voice. Forge didn't think they wanted to come in to have a chat over some tea. He got to his feet and went back to his desk as fast as he could. He sat down and quickly looked through the glass again. He must finish this before they come in. He quickly inserted the chip in the device. He connected two small wires and the device quickly turned on, showing the words: "Welcome, Edward! Please insert your password here: ___________" He typed in the password, and heard more yelling. "Forget it, let me do it, instead, idiot!" said the first voice. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and started writing a letter, as more crashng came not from the factory, but from the bookcase. He could hear scratching. They were clawing their way in. He folded the letter and put it in his labcoat pocket, and hung it up on a coat rack. "Edward, why so shy?" came the first voice from a newly created hole in the bookcase, a head peaked through that was lizard-like. He was a mutant. Dr. Brian Wells was caught in a genetic testing facility explosion in a lab in Area 51, Nevada. He had his old mind, but his genes were mixed with a salamander's. Edward screamed and backed against the wall. "What do you want?!" he squealed. "That pretty little gadget you have there, of course. Hand it over, and we'll spare you." "You're lying, you'll kill me anyway and claim the invention as you're own!" Edward yelled at him. "Of course. Muahaha!!!" Wells pulled out a pistol and shot Forge in the stomach. Forge fell to the ground and crawled to the hole he had made with his drill. "If I can't have it... neither... can... you... Lizard boy..." "NO!" Wells climbed through the hole in the bookcase and charged to Forge. Forge used his the last of his energy and let go of the device. It fell down and down until it couldn't even be heard smashing on the ground. "FOOL!" Wells shrieked. He slashed Edward's face until it couldn't even be recognized, skin was peeled off all over, and blood covered the entire body. Wells lifted his hand and licked the claws of all the blood. "You fools, if you would've just used the grenades, we could've gotten it sooner!" "Sorry, sir," said one of the troops. "Sorry, that word, it just doesn't do the job..." Wells had a bloodthirsty look in his eye. To the young soldier, he swore he almost saw a flame inside that piercing black eye. Wells walked up to the young boy and looked him over. "You'll feed me for a week," he said and sent his claws inside the boy's flesh... --- Present Day CC watched Zach clamber inside the drill's cab, and CC took one last look around. He saw a dusty old labcoat. "This'll do nicely," he said as he had a cyber arm cut through the back as a space for his pack to fit through the coat. He slipped it on. "CC! Get up here! There's room for one more," said Zach. CC stumbled over to the drill. "How will we know where the brutes are?" "Perhaps a lucky guess?" Zach replied, grinning as he started up the drill. --- 5 minutes later... The team ran as fast as they could towards the factory. Explosions and screaming could be seen and heard behind them. "Once we get there?" Melody asked Mark, huffing and puffing as she ran. "Make sure Zach and CC aren't dead, and steal anything we can get our hands on!" "Sounds good," she replied, and kicked it into high gear as another, louder, much bigger explosion was in the background. The soldiers had stayed behind to fight, but they soon regretted not following the strangers. "When do you think we'll see Bob again?" she asked Jack. "If we can ever get back to where we were supposed to be heading! Maybe he'll send more troops after us!" "Maybe... Or maybe we should hide in the factory?" "If we can make it to the factory!" --- Yes, there will be a reason for that flashback, don't worry. And no, it isn't a side-plot, it's just back in the past. It explains the Detectix Corporation.

I'm just the stupid, young, uneducated maid, okay?! I finally accepted that you guys were right! I'm on your side! Peter! Hug! NOW!!!!!

I hate to accept it... but... you're all right. He must be scummy. But if we're wrong and he's loyal, we just lost our killer.

I don't understand... You really should stick to one story, Ambassador. Now I'm suspicious of you, as well. But I won't vote until he explains himself further.

Darth_Legois, Thanks, but I no longer need it. YG-49, What torso do you mean? The one on the peasants, the Leia torso, which?

Do you mean "Am I able to trust them?" If so, just look at their feedback. All their orders have been positive.

Updated. I need the maid and female peasant from MMV immediately. Any offers will be accepted.

Actually, thank you. You just reminded me that I forgot to remove my vote off of Richard. Unvote: Richard/Ricecracker

My point exactly, Sir.

I'm sorry I got angry at you earlier, Lady Beatrice. I'm a maid, and maids shouldn't rebel like that fool Ethel. I hope you and Richard can find it in your hearts to forgive me for accusing you. I'll just go talk with Peter for a while, I guess.