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GeneralpieTime for my clue interpretations. (lol first collapsable box)
I'm still reading through all the clues. Untill i have more, i'll Abstain.
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[quote=name:Greo]A long time ago, there was once a powerful god known as the Deerwhale. Legend has it that once every year, the Deerwhale attempts to take control of a man to use as a transport vessel. Within days time, the man realizes his fate, and as an avatar of this immortal god of death, uses his power to 'cleanse' mankind, or save it. The Deerwhale knows all too well that it is only a matter of time before the next person is marked, and he has chosen his target. Oh woe to the man who dares tempt fate with the powers of those beyond mortality.
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Greo sat around in his newly built office, researching about this god of death. Something isn't right, he thought, as he sorted through all of his gathered information. The Mafia were seeking this great power, and he knew he had to do something about it. He stood up from his desk, and after looking through a nearby file cabinet, flung a folder with many pictures on the table, and watched about 17 different pictures spill out. "1, 2, 3, 4... no leads to anyone. Damn," Greo said to himself, jotting down some notes on a notepad, and researching through everyone's trivial information. "I just don't believe this," he said, and brushed his hair with both hands, staring at the pictures for a long time.
Time, however, was not on his side.
The Mafia were fully aware of how close Greo was to the truth. The four burst through the office, and Greo laughed, pressing down a button under his desk. The Mafia attempted to pull out tommy guns, but as soon as they did, they fell to the floor. "You are NOT PREPARED," Greo shouted out, having modified the situation to his favor. With a gun resistant to magnetization, Greo fired once, putting down Devilesk with a single shot, and pulled the trigger again... with no avail. He cursed, remembering that he left his ammo at home and not the office, as the rest of the angered mafia grabbed Greo, throwing him out the five story building and onto the pavement below.
"A general covert operative, that Greo," one of the townspeople said. "He knew all that we may now need to know, but it'd probably be best to work against both this 'god of death' and the Mafia as well." The same townsperson led the others to start a private meeting, all 17 of those within Greo's strange folder. It was time to lynch.
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Greo sat around in his newly built office, researching about this god of death. Something isn't right, he thought, as he sorted through all of his gathered information. The Mafia were seeking this great power, and he knew he had to do something about it. He stood up from his desk, and after looking through a nearby file cabinet, flung a folder with many pictures on the table, and watched about 17 different pictures spill out. "1, 2, 3, 4... no leads to anyone. Damn," Greo said to himself, jotting down some notes on a notepad, and researching through everyone's trivial information. "I just don't believe this," he said, and brushed his hair with both hands, staring at the pictures for a long time.
Time, however, was not on his side.
The Mafia were fully aware of how close Greo was to the truth. The four burst through the office, and Greo laughed, pressing down a button under his desk. The Mafia attempted to pull out tommy guns, but as soon as they did, they fell to the floor. "You are NOT PREPARED," Greo shouted out, having modified the situation to his favor. With a gun resistant to magnetization, Greo fired once, putting down Devilesk with a single shot, and pulled the trigger again... with no avail. He cursed, remembering that he left his ammo at home and not the office, as the rest of the angered mafia grabbed Greo, throwing him out the five story building and onto the pavement below.
"A general covert operative, that Greo," one of the townspeople said. "He knew all that we may now need to know, but it'd probably be best to work against both this 'god of death' and the Mafia as well." The same townsperson led the others to start a private meeting, all 17 of those within Greo's strange folder. It was time to lynch.
I'm still reading through all the clues. Untill i have more, i'll Abstain.
Long..? Long Cat?
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