
An artist's depiction of an Extended Unit Death
Aww... The whole reason for posting that was to prove that you guys were taking any posted evidence and putting it against your current beliefs on who is the killer. You ruined it by actually believing it to be true and wanting to kill me.
By the way, there are grammatical errors? I had everything in present-tense by mistake and then changed them to past after I was done with the details, but I may have forgotten some. Minus that, I suppose it was rather convincing, no?
I made the torch, by the way (Azrael was generous with my last turn's actions

)! And it's pretty decent, I'd say, with the statistics presented to me (Unless those are generic statistics, in which case, it's pretty generic). I can do an actual recollection action, but all my actions have gone to making the torch and I haven't had time to use one. I guess I should, since I was the first to stumble upon the body; maybe my observations may yield something significant, such as whether I saw someone exit as I entered. That would at least narrow the suspects down to a direction.
Oh, and if my attempt to make an Azrael recollection was too convincing for you, here's what I've been doing the past two turns:
You slide the end of the meat hook through your belt loop, and put the sugar in your back pocket. It fits in a little over halfway, enough for it to not fall out.
You look through the kitchen and find a mixing bowl and wooden spoon. You mix in the appropriate amounts of corn starch and water, adding a bit of vegetable oil, and begin mixing it slowly as it becomes extremely thick.
You note that you are wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt.
You flip the chair on its side, and after resting one foot on the bottom chair leg, you bring your other foot down hard on the upper one. It makes a loud snapping sound, and you repeat the process twice more, resulting in the leg breaking off.
You then use both hands to attempt to rip the fabric from your sleeve, and manage to cause a small tear. Pulling it further apart, the sleeve finally rips free from the rest of your shirt. You soak it in the mixture, then wrap it around the end of the chair leg, tucking the end under the last wrap.
You turn the burner on with one hand, placing the end of the makeshift torch into the flame with the other. The fabric flares up for a moment, then settles down into a steady fire. You turn off the burner as you step back from the stove.
Wing Zero sprints into the room from the north and leaves to the west.
Full and uncut (Aside from the note Az left me regarding the torch). Take it or leave it.
Edit: I was going to include that after killing the owner, I would enjoy the rush I received from killing and have a thirst for blood, thus leading into wanting everyone else dead. Somehow I forgot to write that.
Edit2:
Dammit. I'm not fooling anyone with that error...
Post has been edited 2 time(s), last time on Aug 26 2010, 1:13 am by Roy.