Jeffrey stood in the room shaking a little. "Oh men..." He said wearily. Twinsie had really screwed him over it seemed. He sighed and looked at Walter who was sat in the corner smiling dreamily. Walter was reminiscing about the time he'd solved the puzzle of the great computer.

"Catch!" Said Jeffrey nervously. He hurled the grenade over. Walter glanced up and thrust a huge arm through the air. In his palm landed something round....and small. He glanced down at a live grenade. He sat around scratching his head as he held it up high.

Walter didn't like puzzles and somebody had given him another one. That last puzzle had taken a lot out. This puzzle was too much. What did he have to do now? He needed help. He walked over to Natalie smiling as he held the grenade forwards. Natalie screamed and jumped back.

Walter blinked a few times. Why Natalie not help this time? Walter was very upset. He didn't understand why he had to do this one all on his own. He sighed as he held it up into the light to look at it. This ought to....hmmmm....he would need to check what "ought" meant before he had that thought again.

"What ought mean?" He asked waving around the grenade miserably. Everywhere he waved it bodies cleared the floor and jumped around. Walter sighed.

"WHY NOT HELP!" He screamed out to the room. He snarled and punched the floor with the hand that was holding the-

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

































































































The room filled with smoke. Jeffrey coughed as the others all tried to get their bearings. Ninefingers darted around in a panic. He'd seen combat situations that had ended like this...he knew how to handle it. There was Natalie...Iron Face....Kiwi was laying in the corner coughing but he'd be okay.

There was G....he was snarling up at Frosti who was laughing hysterically, it being his "holiday". Ninefingers sighed. Alex was laying in the corner by Leos but he blinked and shook himself down. Fine. There be....who was that....Donovan....that was good. Who be...a smiling mime face. Yeah that was about normal....and there was MLWW's arm....and another...Walter!

He grabbed Walter's arm and starting shouting.

"Walter! Be you okay?" He screamed out. He yanked a little harder, hoisting the arm completely off the floor. It no longer appeared to be attached to its owner. Ninefingers looked down in abject horror as he gingerly placed the arm on the floor. There was a lot of blood....

He walked over to the figure on the ground. Walter had his eyes shut and was laying very still....oh no. Ninefingers despondently felt for a pulse.

And Walter snapped his eyes wide open making Ninefingers shoot back in horror for the second time.

"MY SHOULDER HURT!" Walter screamed out into the room.

The smoke cleared.

Walter was laying in the corner with one arm and one stump. There was an unsightly amount of blood everywhere. Walter stood fully upright, ripped his torn shirt and passed it to Ninefingers.

"MAKE ME BANDAGE!" He screamed. Ninefingers nervously took the shirt and wrapped it around Walter's....bloody stump. Aside from a few scorch marks across his skin the big lug seemed...just fine.

"I sorry Jeffrey..." Said Walter miserably.

"What for Heisenberg?" Said Jeffrey curiously.

Walter sighed.

"I bad catch."

Jeffrey looked with a mixture of fear and curiosity at the large man.

"I break ball."

The room fell into a contemplative silence.

looks like we made the right decision for once



:P

oh men it did work! Thanks Heisenberg, I owe you one :)

looooool'd at a lot of that flavor. Walter flavor is the best (:

(Man, the opening of that with Walter - I was so sad for him.)

Walter <3 you're ok!

(I realized I was holding my breath while I read that)

I agree with the idea of killing off stragglers we come across from here on out.

I also feel like we should nominate two people to do most of the talking, at least when it comes to answers questions and giving information to any group of people we come across (that we obviously won't be attacking)

##Nominate: Not-KinG

So Raking. He tells us he doesn't want to kill his brother and doesn't care if he wins, this was obviously a lie. If he was going to hand someone a live grenade it would have been Frosti. Unless of course he needed to kill someone specific, then me bringing him here became his best opportunity. I feel like he would have maybe followed us for one more room, trying to get us to kill each other off using Rose's writings or whatever else we let slip.

He used everything we told him to try to manipulate us. Especially the knowledge of us nearly lynching Frosti just the round before.

I said the only way I'd fully trust Jeffrey was if his brother be handing him a live grenade. And he did. So I'm sorry for doubting you Jeffrey.

(Meant to cap the statement on Raking with "...or whatever else we let slip, before stealthily slipping the grenade and fleeing.")

lol WTF is going on? I read the flavor. What page should I start on or cliff notes?

After all the Rake/Frosti crap

Wooot!

Ill catch up on reading this all later (hopefully you guys don't go byond page 36), but I think if the walkie talkie ever works we should tell the other group that Jeff died from the grenade.

(sorry if its already been said!)

Jeff I thought you said you had the grenade in your hands, and time had already passed.....?

King Frostilicious @ 20/4/2012 17:53

Jeff I thought you said you had the grenade in your hands, and time had already passed.....?

yes technically the 12 hours was up at that point but in the item description it did say it would explode "around 23:00 GMT" so i guess WILLIS gave a little leeway