[SEASON 2] The Stalkers RPG - Main Action and Team Status [ENDED... FOR NOW]

[Neo Emolga]

As much as I don't want to, I guess I have to return to those ghastly apartments. BUT ONLY BECAUSE THE SHAYMIN SAID SO.

Madder has decided to lockpick Locked Door: {Apartment 397: <Lockpick> / +Fighting+}.

You return back to Apartment 397 and find that someone tried to break in, but to no avail. You also find the message:

"I need someone to help me out. I locked myself out and I can't get in. I don't have my phone with me either."

You smile a bit to yourself as you take a look at the door lock. It's a tricky lock and you can tell someone else tried to pick it, but they didn't know what they were doing and didn't succeed at it. They also didn't have the right tools for the job either. Looks to you like they tried to pick it with a fork. You know for a lock like this, they'd never be able to do it with that.

You insert your tension wrench to start and use your rake pick to slide across the pins, all while applying force to the tension wrench to brace the pins against the line until all of them are up and the lock disengages as you turn the handle. The wooden door then swings open and you take a look inside.

It's not a lovely apartment, but for what it is, it's not half bad. From what you can tell, the Pokémon that lives here likes to read paper magazines and definitely keeps up with the news. They also seem to like photography, as many of their pictures are on the wall and you find a rather intricate and high-tech camera. That's definitely an unusual find around here considering it looks expensive.

You then find something that catches your eye. On a key rack, you find what looks like a Key Fob for a Aerolancer Hovercar. You decide to hold onto it for now.

Item [Aerolancer Hovercar Backup Key Fob] was added to the Team Inventory.

As you do a little more searching, you come to realize this happens to be where Maknon the Pancham and his brother live when you discover some of the mail here. Overall, it seems like a decent place and the two of them try to make the best of things even though they're not wealthy by a long shot.

You don't see anything else that really stands out as being out of the ordinary, so you decide to head back.

Madder the Mimikyu (S: Ghost/Fairy)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 2/4
Perk: Lockpick | Learned Abilities: Restrain, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Neo Emolga]

Not risking going into the berserk state for no real reason.

Rest now. Happy sleep time.

Still feeling a bit shaken from some of the things you saw, you decide to get some sleep tonight and use one of the beds in the Emissary hideout. It's a cozy one just perfect for your size and thankfully not too many noises of the city at night reach out to here, so you're able to get a decent sleep tonight. It helps ease your mind and reminds you things will turn out all right.

Tazz has recovered 1 Point of Sanity.

Tazz the Suicune (L: Water)

Health: 6/6
Sanity: 2/4
Perk: First Aid | Learned Abilities: Restrain
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Taking the Adrenaline Syringe to the Muuna at (85) Solace Plaza

You come upon Solace Plaza, wondering if the Munna you seek will even be here. You stroll through, not having to worry about anyone seeing you given your supernatural cloaking abilities, and are then assured once you are within earshot that the Munna is still in the plaza. His words can be heard from quite the distance, but sound like nothing more than muttering.

You make yourself visible and approach him, getting his attention with the wave of a large hand and some words. The Psychic-type sees you and immediately throws up a barrier again, shielding himself from anything around him. You hold out the Adrenaline Syringe and he narrows his eyes, a little suspicious at first, before lowing his shield.

"GIVE ME!" he yelps, dashing towards you and swiping the syringe from your hand. He floats away, vanishing into the plaza.

Item [Adrenaline Syringe] was removed from the Team Inventory.

He left the painting behind, which is exactly what you were after. You pick it up and observe it from close range. It appears to be a painting of a Vanillite, and although you're unsure of its significance now, you imagine it will come in handy at some stage.

Item [Yasma's Painting] was added to the Team Inventory.

Satisfied, you head back to base, hoping you never see that deranged Munna again.


Guzma the Wigglytuff (M: Normal/Fairy)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Restrain
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Neo Emolga]

Lita decides to try and collect her bearings after today's horrifying encounter, so will just rest and recover tonight.

::hangs a DO NOT DISTURB sign on her room door::

After deciding to play it carefully tonight, you decide to get some rest before delving any further. You're still a bit shaken from having to deal with the brands, but after getting some sleep, most of the unsettling feelings begin to feel like a distant memory.

Lita has recovered 1 Point of Sanity.

Lita the Pikachu (S: Electric)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Security | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

As an electric type. I feel it's necessary I search here since it hasn't been searched yet. There's been weird devices found town too. Maybe there's something related.

Search: (91) Silvercoal City Synth Power Plant. (91g) Synchronization Towers, Upper Levels

You come upon the Synth Power Plant a few hours into the dead of night. The sizzling electricity can only be noticed by Electric types, as its muted signals don't give off much of a reading due to the way that the electricity is processed. You can see that this facility is in good working order, and the power that surrounds you makes you feel somewhat happy and inspired.

There are machines present that are unfamiliar to you. The giant towers which you know that the electricity gets processed through loom above you, looking somewhat menacing in the darkness. Unlike the abandoned electricity plant that Pixel searched a few days ago, this plant seems safer, more sustainable and less creepy.

You hear a strange sound in the distance, which makes your ears prick. Your curiosity is piqued and you trail around the side of the property, where you can see the figure of a large Pokémon pacing back and forth. The large wings are dragging along the ground at times, and the aggression in the voice clues you in to the fact that whoever this is has not had a good day.

The Noivern sees you approach and begins to come to you first. Her eyes, as you can see when she nears you, are filled with worry and her movements are sharp. "Please help me," she begins, words rushed. "I-I was flying over Silvercoal City and I dropped all my gems... I...there were ten of them, and now they're all gone. I don't know where to look!" Her eyes are wild as she holds her head with her clawed red hands. "I got a migraine while flying about. It caused me to lose focus and I just dropped them. I imagine they'll be at the tops of buildings or on the ground somewhere..." She looks you in the eyes. "If you see any, please meet me back here to give them to me. I have so much to do and no time to look for them, and my precious gem collection must be returned to me... Please. They make me so happy. They're all uncut gemstones... You'll know them when you see them."

SIDE MISSION OPENED: Find x10 gemstones.
Reward: x1 [Aspear Berrey], x1 [Cheri Berry]


The Noivern returns to her pacing and makes a call from her holophone, which is your cue to leave. You search the property one last time to ensure there's nothing else of value here, and once you confirm that there isn't, you move on.


Zeal the Pikachu (S: Electric)

Health: 4/4
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Security | Learned Abilities: Investigate
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Neo Emolga]

Lets search (14e) Good Morning Sunshine Cafe

When you arrive at the Good Morning Sunshine Cafe, it seems like it was only abandoned recently. Most of the outside seems to be in fine condition and all the interior things seem to be in good shape. You search around the exterior but you don't find anything that's really out of the ordinary.

You step inside and it seems to be a small breakfast and lunch cafe that all kinds of salads, sandwiches, and the like. The brown-tiled floor isn't actually all that dirty, the white wallpapered walls are fine, the pictures of nature scenes on the walls are in good condition, and ceiling is simply painted sheetrock with modern lighting and ceiling fans.

There isn't any food out, but the chips and snacks rack is at least half-stocked and the drink refrigerator is still running. Had it not be for the Stalkers, you're quite sure this small cafe would have still be active today, and you're certain it wouldn't take much for it to be running again. It and the neon sign by the door seem to be the only things lighting the cafe, but you're still able to see thanks to your flashlight.

You search around the cafe and notice something strange in one of the back rooms. It seems to be another audio holodisk, which seems a little dated in technology, but you have the feeling this one was recently used and hidden here. It seems someone knew this place was recently vacated and took advantage of that to hide this here.

=Audio Recording 2= was noted in the Team Records.

You decide to take the holodisk with you. You're not sure if whoever put it here would become suspicious to see it's been taken, but you're convinced that it wouldn't change anything anyway. The Stalkers still seem to be very much active even as these things are being gathered.

You don't find anything else out of the ordinary, so you decide to head back to base.

Felix the Archeops (M: Rock/Flying)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Investigate
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

Alright, let's go on a lantern treasure hunt! I'll search the exterior of (20) Cloudrise Tower.

The Cloudrise Tower seems pretty even in the darkness, and the view from here to the ocean is rather appealing. You know that there are closer views one could get, and that this apartment tower definitely takes advantage of the ocean's close proximity despite the apartments themselves not being any more impressive than the standard middle-class ones you have seen around the city before.

Knowing you're not here to inspect the real estate, you begin your hunt around the outside of the building in an attempt to locate something which might indicate a surviving Stalker victim's presence. You briefly wonder about this victim: how he survived, if he saw the Stalker, and what he was doing around the outside of particular buildings. Research was mentioned, although you suppose you won't know until you find something.

After searching around the property, you approach the building itself and trail around the outside. When you come to the back driveway, you notice that there is a pocket in the side of the building blocked by a few placed branches. You remove them, seeing what appears to be a set of scales. Unsure what this means, you decide to step on them. After putting your full weight on them, a hatch in the side of the building within bouquet's reach zips up, giving you access to what looks like a storage box in a rectangular opening. You step off the scales to retrieve the box, but the hatch shuts immediately. You step back on the scales and watch the hatch fly up again and then search for something like a lock on the side of the scales, and to your relief, you find one. You switch it up and step off, and the hatch remains open.

You inspect the box, wondering if you can lockpick it, but it appears as if it can only be unlocked with a key. You frown a little, but figure that whatever Uru left in this box was important enough to him that he had an expensive lock mechanism installed for the storage container.

Object {CPY Lockbox: CPY Groove} was added to the Team Records.

You figure that leaving the scales locked would be convenient for whoever of your teammates comes along to unlock the container, so you bring up some of the branches blocking the scales previously and put them in front of the hatch so that they're blocking the container from sight.

Knowing there is nothing else here, you depart, hoping somebody can find the appropriate key soon.


Amia the Roserade (M: Grass/Poison)

Health: 4/5
Sanity: 3/4
Perk: Lockpick | Learned Abilities: Rescue/Escape
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Suicune's Fire]

On second though...
I'd like to use Diplomacy on Uru the Sudowoodo.

Uru the Sudowoodo resides at the Silvercoal Medical Centre, where you find he has been placed within an old and obsolete psych ward which has been off-limits to civilians for many years now. You head to reception, where you are told Uru can be found, and you head straight there. You are greeted by a few different nurses who are working the night shift.

A Carnivine floats up to you and greets you with a nod. "I'm Yun," she says, directing you through to the psych ward. "Usually we don't let anyone through here, but the chief of police gave you special clearance."

As you enter the psych ward, you immediately feel a sense of fear drill into your brain. The eerie sensations here are different to those emanated by the Stalkers, but they are still just as creepy; the only difference is that they are not supernatural. You get the sense that not many of the staff like to come into this part of the building as much as they don't like civilians walking in.

Yun leads you into a room which you can tell was very quickly set up for Uru's arrival. As if recognising your observations, Yun says quietly, "We brought him in here after he was physically stable. Mentally, though...he's almost lost." She looks down, shaking her large head. "His poor family."

You approach the sleeping Sudowoodo, who you note has several strange devices around him. Tubes are connected to his thin arms, which you imagine have been specially designed to penetrate rock. Yun informs you that he is only unconscious thanks to the liquid being fed through the tubes, and that if there were none hooked up to him, he would be awake and screaming in pain or derangement. You take your chances and disconnect one of the IVs, which rocks him out of his comatose-like state in a matter of seconds.

Immediately the Pokémon begins to panic after seeing your form, and Yun rushes to your side, unsure what to do given that she knows you have a plan. You ask her to step back and begin to speak to Uru with a strong, loud voice.

You explain who you are at first, which somehow immediately makes him listen despite the mumbling still dropping from his lips. You explain that you are here to help, that his research would aid you a great deal, and that whoever did this to him will soon be found and dealt with appropriately. You tell him of your teammates and of Mew, and how the legendary Pokémon bestowed upon you and your fellow Emissaries the power to save Silvercoal City. You bring up his mate, Mahyen, and his son, Wanaloo, explaining that they will be safe from the traumas of the Stalkers in no time at all. Your soothing voice combined with your expert cadence seems to be calming him far more than you even expected, and by the time you are done, you are able to place a paw on his head to transmit the final piece of the puzzle--relaxation. You're not sure how you do this, but you feel it flow through you and into the Rock-type successfully.

The Sudowoodo sinks back into his bed, his limbs relaxing and his eyes turning from frantic and frightened to quiet and calm. You are almost certain that Mew passed on some divine power to allow you to do this, and by the looks of it, so is Yun.

"That was...incredible," she whispers, absolutely shocked. "It...looks like he's falling to sleep, though." She gives you a shrug. "While under the drugs, he was sedated, but not...at peace. I think he's going to need the rest of the night to sleep in this calm state before he'll be able to answer any of your questions," she explains, traces of an apology in her words. "Please come back tomorrow, or feel free to send someone else along."

You accept her judgement and leave the building, happy that you were able to help a suffering Pokémon while also providing the perfect opening for one of your teammates to speak with the Sudowoodo as soon as they can. You know that speaking with him would not have been possible without your skills of persuasion and ability to relax him.


Laura the Umbreon (M: Dark)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Diplomacy | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[yELve aRUzA]

search (56a) Floors 1-10 <UNSEARCHED>

C̨̛̮̱̐ͦ͗̔̎ͨ͒̔͠L̴̸ͭ̓ͣ͐̃͑̓̽͗͏̤͔͇̠̻͙E̢͖̪̦̲̘͉͎̠̍̆̓̋ͧ́͟ ̼A̽ͣ̾͞͏͏͚͉̲̫R̻̣̥͉̫̪͇ͭ͜ͅL̨̲͇͈͇̂̎̏̍͌ͥ̄̚̕͟Y̒ͭ̿́̃̌͌̍͟͏ ̭͔̫̪̰̞̰̕ͅ ̡̣̮̅̏ͪͭ̃͝y͊̓͝҉̲̣̬̼̝͓̣̥o̪͓̪͍͉̓͋ͤͭuͧͤ̓ͯ̂̒ͯͅ ̪̖̅̄̃͗͌ͥ̔͘w̎̽̅̓͞͏̧͍̰͇͚̙̙͈̻ẻ̤͙͂̚r̸͈͊̀ê̴͚͈̙͖ͮͪ̀͐n͋ ̢͎͍̊ͭ̌͌ͯͣ̚͞'̶̛̺͆ͨ̈́̀t̷̨̯̞̞̤̹͑ͣ̉̀̇̐̿͌͌͟ ̘̼̹͎̣ͧ̇́́̉͝͠p̵͖̤͎̜̯̯͓ͥ̓̒̆̉̐̈́̀a̡̛̫̤̗̪͖̱͚̙ͫ̽̀y̷̪̙̐̏͢ ̠͙͍ï̶̹̱̐̈́͢ṉ̨͙̘̬͆̌ͣͪ̕gͩ̋̑̾̀͏̵͔̰̜̞̞ ̐͐҉̴̳̗̘̩̖͈̤̟͡a̟̳̮̥̩̐͗ͤ̓ͦ̅͒ͪ͜t͕̞ͫ̓͗̆̾͞t̶̪̜͔̹̊͂̋̾ͤ̕͝ ̟e̬̟ͤ̽̆̉̒ͭͤ͑n̶͗̒̂͘҉͙̜̹̠̺̺̪t̼͚̟̋̏̇ͭ͒̀̇i̵͉̝̺̭͔̖ͫ͗̌̇͟ ̥̖̖o̶͙͇͖ͩͩ̅̍̚ņ̰͇͚͎̠̠͕̆ͩ̽ͤ̅́͠.̴̟͖̬̞̦̎ͬ̈́

No, you see, this is just how it is. Because it doesn't matter if you're waking up at 3am screaming like a ç̴̷͍͕̦̬͇̙ͣ̉̽͑̉̑̏͂͡a̸̶̢ͭ̇̇̍̑͆ͪ͌̌͒ͥ̿͑͆̄͋̂҉̞̣̦̘͖̣̞͕͡ ̻̪̜̱̠̼̗̤͓s̸̡̱̙͖̝͓̠̖͇̬͍̞̤̃ͮ̈̐ͬͪ̍ͮ̀̚͟t̀͂̔ͧͪ̂̄ͫ͆̔͂̊̅̚ ̷̴̸̢̮̣̘̻̬͕͓̤͎͚̖̠̩͒̋ͮ͞ͅr̵̨͎͓̩̞̗̘̤̩̻͗ͨͮͦͤͦ͌̈͡͞a͋ͥ̂ͮ̚ ̵̡͖̭̘͈̤̳̹ͦͪ̃͛̓̚͘t̨̧̜̩̪̙̪̻̬͉̣͈͔͑̏͑͗̀ͩ͐ͮͪ̒ͭeͬ̃̍̿̒ͮ̄̆ ̴̵̝̜͔̠͋̏͛ͭ̚ͅd̵̻͇͇̤̟̙̼̪̝̆̓̽̔̄̎ͯ͋ͫ́̚̚͡͝ infant. You're special. A special snowflake. You're special because rules don't ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟atter and whoever keeps REMINDING you of them needs to just take the invite to crawl Ő̡̹̝͖̲̖͇̟̜ͯͪ̑̃̽̈́̽̉̾͒̐̾̅̄̌́͘U̢̧̙̯̩̖͓̖̖̮̖ͨ̀̌ͮ̓͌̄ͦ́ͣ ̝̼̙̦̦̼̬͈T̶͈̪͈̬͔̦̹̻̤͚͉͂̈ͣ̾ͫ̋ͫ̈́ͤ̎̄̿̄ͭ͜͝͠ ̸̨̝̝̼͖͈͇̝͖͖̞̎̋͊̊ͣ͗͌ͪ̾ͩ̄̉͐ͧ́ͫ͘O̐̊ͮ̄̎͛̒̎͋ͩͫͭ̃̆ͫ̔͊̂̀͝ ̖̺̗̼̗̠͓̝̹̞ͅḞͥͨ͗ͪͭ͒҉̨̤͖̟̪̱̺̤̬͈ ͂̅̒̀͆ͯͯͦ̊͛ͣ͆̏҉̨̜̫̞̹͉̘͙̖̠̙̀Ẏ̸̨̧͚̫̲̪͙̲̠̒̔ͪͫ̒̆̿̆̀̚̕ͅ O̻̜̞͓̬̫̫̼̭͚̝͖͎͓̮͓̜̪͗̒͐̔́́U͛̑̌̊ͣ̉͆̽̐ͤ̊ͦͣ҉̸̛҉͎̘̦̳̼̖̻ ̤̫̻̗̠R̴̨̛̥̝̲̤̗̝̣ͣͪ̄̑̽̃͑̈́͆ͮ̍̊͐̍̍ͣ̔ ̢͕̩̬̰̮̦͚̠̳̥̖̱̺̝̞̪̩̟̭̓ͪ̊ͬͣͩ͢͠A̴̿ͧͫ̔҉̨̛̬͖̮͖̤̙N̊͐̅ͮ̃͌ ̴̸̧̡̹͈̦̻͕̥͙͔̳͓̟͚͇̻̠̣̱͂ͅU̴̖̮͔̪͕̹̜̤̩̠͉̐̉̋̀͆̀̔̔͆̀͑͂ͮͮ ̼S̵̔́ͭ͐̓ͦͭ͐͐̃͋̉̚҉̴͇͓̙̹͉̮̫̖̭̩̣̞͈̕ and leave you alone. You special, special snowflake, you. Because this goes on for years like the same ì̛̘̬̖͇̬͉̟͝n̢̗̠̞à̺͉̩̫̹̬̣̻̤͞n̪̙̫̞͎̯͎̝e҉̮͔́͝ͅ ̧̼̤͔͈̗̮̼͟m̹̟̠͓̬̦̰̪̕͞e̸̡̺̱͕̬͟r̻̭̜̻̹̟͔̙̳̕͜r̳̠͙̠͕̣̗y͏ ̲̜͙̮̪-̸̹̹͍̮͞͠g̵̗̬͢o͇-̡̧̛̱̹̰͓͙̺̙ŗ̹̖̤͚̘͞o͔̮̝̱̪͓͝u̗̦̞͓̤̫͞ͅņ̛̭ḑ̣̺̼͝ that you insist on riding and riding with your beautiful ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟agic pony and all the hate and angst in the world just flutters away like deranged soulless butterfly that doesn't know a̷̴̴̡̢̤̣̬̘̰̰̪̙n̷͘͏̴҉͉̖̗̭̱̬̤͓̩̯ỳ̧̗̭̗̫͈͎̳̳͔͉͓͚͕̲̼͜t ̶̢͎̫̳̲̞̦̮h͏̦̻̹͖̺̰̹͓͎͍͎͝ì͘͏̪̖̙̜̹ń̴͚͕͇̞̭̮͚̝g̝̞͓̥̀͞ ̠͖̞̲̣̥͔̠.̷͚͚͔͇̫̫͚̭͖͜͡

You like it here. It's pitiful. The graffiti all over the ṗ̷̹̫̹͉̩̳̥̐ͭ̓̍ͥ̄̆̈́̎̑̆̌̑̉͗̀̚̕e̢͍̐̍̍ͩ̎̅́͗̇ͭ̋̾̈ͤ̽ͨͮ͜͝ ̰͓̲̱̹̺͕̩̬͉̗̪̜͎̠̜ȩ̲̙͇̻̱͚̐̉̏̈̔ͦͩͦ̈͛̎́̚͟͡͠l̡̛̏ͭ̾̔ͬ̏͌ ̴̧̝̲̝i̶̧̗̣͔̭̲̗̥͎͖͉̥̱͚̰̙̇ͫ͋̋ͮ̾̌̑̓̍̄̈́̂ͥ̈̇͜n͔͈̼̒ͣ̏̇͞͠ ͕̞g͒̔̈̎̀̏̿ͥ̆ͧ̓̚҉̫̜̼̟̗̥ ̴̻̤͍͚͕͎̝̼͔͓͚̩͕͙̉ͪ͆ẉ̷̨̯͇̖̣̬̫̜̱̝̝͛́ͦ̑ͮ̓̓́̌ͨ͛̍̑ͬ͑͠͡a ̢̺͈̰̻̠͕̰̭̪̥͎ͥ́̏ͭ͐̊̿͟͝͡l̛̰̬̙̲͈̫̟̻̬͓̎ͬ̋̈́̈̀͜lͩ͆̇͒̊̐̿ ̡̪͕̤͕̟̱͖͕̂̈́ͨͯͥͮ̓̒̃͞s̉͆͂͋ͮ̍̇͊̇̔ͤ͌̓҉̸͍̖̩͎̳͖̘ probably would have had ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟ore to say if it wasn't scrawled there by some druggie prophet pretending and pretending and pretending and pretending that maybe she, he, it, or them weren't the brain-diseased druggie that maybe had a chance at being something more than nothing. It's better than nō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚thing. But you wouldn't know because it wasn't your mind on display here. It wasn't your picture. Your song was just ṡ̶͚͉̗̬͉̜̦̺͚̘̙͚̭̃́͆̈͛ͣ̒̎̇͢ͅc̷̢̤͔̯̦̠̳̹̗̐͗ͬͣ͆͋̆̌̚͢͝͡ ̠̦̤͙͚̪r̷̶̻̦͇̱̮̥̓ͥ̿̈́͐̓͒̄͆̒̍͋ͦͨ̔͞e͂ͧ̈͆̑ͥ͂͂̚͏̴̡̺͔̱̰̞̀ ̬͙̫̗̰̦̦̮͉̩a̶ͦ̎̈́̐͛͑͌ͥ̉͟͏͏̗͙͓͍̘̦̙̥̖͕̤̩̯͓̦̹͓̺̯͡m͒̀ͯ̋́ ̧̱̝͇̣̖̓͑̍̔ͭ̓͋i̸̴ͭ̎̔ͬ̂̓̂ͫ̀͛ͯ͗̚҉̫̫̮͖̞̹̞͖̪͈̩͈̥̞͠ͅn͐̀̊ ̡̛̩̦̲̲̠͓͙̮͚̬̝̯͍̠̟͙͘͝ͅg̵̾̓̆̑ͪ͗̊̎̏͋ͥ̎̒͐̋̃̽̂ͪ̕҉̨̖̦͈͖̫ ̼͍ in the background and you were too busy just prancing on the pony that when it all fell apart, you thought of dialing it in the number and getting a price check on what it was ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟eant to be to lose yourself in t̍ͬ͏͙̳̮̰͇̦h̸̫̥̱͚̤ͥ̈́e̼̳͚͇̯̬͕̟̩ͣ͂ͫͦ͗͌͊̔͟͢͞ ͎̜̉ͣ͂͂͊̆ͅp̨̧̲̞͔̪ͬ̌̿̏̍̓͒̐͝i̜̦͈̙̔ͨ͛̓͐͟͝ȇ̻͙́ͨ́͛͂͊͘c̋ ̷̡̐̄͆͛͏̹̰̯̤̖̼̰̹̻e̷̖̳̟ͭ̌ͤ̚͜ś̿͊ͫ͋̎ͬ̌҉̨̪.ͨ̅̍̑̚͢͢ ͖͕̟̯

Apartment 1. You could have sworn you lived here, but it's just a ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟yth. You've been here before. Paper on the walls, a phone by the bed, your brain cigarettes on the floor, and the pieces of history you've left ō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚n the bathroom floor since August 2002 but that's just voices in the background coṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟plaining like they always do about the things you said you'd do years ago. They've been T̽͋̒̂̒ͧͣ̓҉̺͈̳̱͚̬̲̖̦A̸ͧ͢͏̬̱̱͕L̫͈͈ͣ̌̈́Ḳ̗̗̪̪̉͒̿̌͊̀̈́ͅ ̩͓͎İ̶͈̦̝̪̠̈̄ͤ̾N͈̫̠̣͖̉ͨGͭ̋ͣ͛̕҉̺̫̪̮̖͈̘
the entire time and quite frankly, it means nothing to your pony. It means nothing to yō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚u. It's your bed and breakfast. It's your own dishwasher. If they didn't like the performance, they could always, you know, S̄ͨ͌̅̈͘͡H̛̽̅͊̓̽̃ͦ̓ͣ́U̸͋̎̅̇͂̍̎͒̀Tͣ̓ͫ͊ͮ̇̋̓ ̷̈́̑͗̌͋ͬ̆T́̈ͩ̐̄ͮ̑ͥ͜͢Hͯ́͟҉E̎͑̋̿̿̇͠͡I̅͒̈́ͮ̈̉͋̾͊͡R̿ ͫ̋̀͡ ̛̋ͯ̑̎̌P͌ͧ̍͏̛I̶̢ͨ̃ͧ̄͌̈͊S̅̔̌ͬS̅̿ͨ̅I͛ͣ̈́ͣ́͌͜͢N̨͋̄ͧGͩͤ̏ ͞͡ ̋͊̀̂ͧ̓ͮ͒̚͘M̈́͆̍ͤ̾ͧO͌̿͠Ű̡̡̅ͣ͟T̵ͨ̓ͬͭ̅Ḧ́Sͮ̈͗̓ͭ̇̽̚ ̀͘͟ ̷́̈́̆̔͘A̷̅͛ͣͯͦ̌͗͠҉N͑ͤ͋͘͜͝D̷ͥͧ̅͝ ̵̀̎ͩ̇̏̚͘G̈́͐͑̾̒̕O̿̇̊ ̿̑͝F̸̊̓͑̒̒ͥ̊͠Ỉ͆̐̆͗̅͊͋̀͜͝Ė̴͊̚͟ ̷ͦ̊ͨ͒̓̅̊̍Ỉ͌ͫ̋ͥ̈́ͭͬ͠N̓͑ͧ̏ͤ̍ͥ̆ ̈́̔ͮ͒̉̃͑͢A̧̓̋̆ ̵̐̇̉̐̈̊͆D̿̈́̇̇̐ͨͦ͑͞I̸͋ͧ͌ͬ̊͌̏R̢ͤ͊Eͯ̓̄ͩ̓ͫͭ̂͠ ̧͗͌͆̍͝Ô̐̎ͫ̈́̚̕͞͝R͊ͮͪ̌̏͘ ̢̛̓Aͭ̊̽̄̃̐ͭ͊́̚͜͞N̸ͮͬ̍̇̑̚D̂ͯ͝ ̊̈͗͜Ü̢ͨ͊͟P̢ͪͫ̊ͥ͟Ŕ̨ͫͯ̄ͧ̒ͫ̈́̏͜Ȁ̷̽̈́́N̒ͭ̀̾̾̃͐ͯ͡X̾́̈́ͪ ͗ͭͯ͂͠͞E̛̋ͪ͘͢N̴ͩ̉̇T̨͐͌̍ͯ̉Ă̂́̅Lͯ̀͞U̷̓̇̏ͦ͂̇R͌͒̑̈́ͬ͐͂̚ ͑͟͝K̸̂̋̾ͯͦȨ͂ͩ̈̈́ͮ͌̄͡N̎̊ͨͣ̒͒ͪ̍͟͢͝S͂̐ͩ̚D̍͂͗̀͗̋ͣ́͝Aͩ̊ ̵̊L͑̂ͩ͐͟ ͑̽̽͡D̸ͬ̒́I͛̃͋͗ͧ̊E̅ͦ̃̿̉̿ ͧ̿ͣ̃ͦ͋̉͒͢Dͦ̑̎͏̵̢Î̾̐̎̇͟͟E̸ͯ̚ ̋̓̌͒ͤ҉D̆̾ͨͪ͊̏͏͡Į̢̢̿͒̓̏̒͗͒̚È̷̴̡̒̃̇ ͂͗ͪ̉ͯ͢D̶̨̆ͭͫͮ͌̒I̵ͨͪ͒ͦ̎̏ͯ́̇E̓ͥ̒̊ͫͪ͋͢ ͫ̇̑ͭ̒҉D͛ͦ҉Ī̇̓E͑̾̈̈́̌̃̂͛́.ͧ̍̑́͘

tHE song insists on plAYING again but you're getting a bit tired of it. It's time to turn off the book on this one and move on. You look around and you could have sworn the pieces of this afterṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟ath told you a story about two girls and the magical hat man they ran off with and never came home past five o' clock but that just speaks volumes about the parables and the crafts you've been up to. That was the story you heard over breakfast. It wrote a wō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚rd on the ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟orning cup of coffee and you've been thinking about it ever since June 42nd but that's just peaches and creaṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟ to the carrion. They told your story but they weren't satisfied with the results. They want their check but you were too confused with the script and how to even direct the circus yō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚u decided to self appoint yourself as ringleader for. It's just scribbles.

The SWORD! Of course. It was in the ŕ̘̝̥̳̙͔̲ͣͤͦͪ́̃ͭ͐ͨ́́a̳͎̗̹͓̮̘̭̰̝͖̝͓͈̍͒̉ͫ͋͒͐ͧ̅ͧͩ̈́̀̚̚ ̝̖̺͖ď̷̛̗͙̱̥̫̰̊ͦ̐͒ͯ̏̐̓̅̏ͫ̈͛ͣ̚͡i̯͉̘̪̪̫ͦͯͫ͌ͣ͊͟͜a͗̐͒͂ ̵̇̉ͦ͆̽̽̓̌ͪ̽̔̂̅҉͏̶̧͉̜͙̩̳̱̗̰̱̺̦͎t̡̥̝̯͑̑͆͌̈͒̔̉̃ͮ̄̔͜͢͠ ̰̣̖͎ö̴̸̺̣͔̘͚̞̯̟͖͇̝̞̩́́ͫ̀̿͆͌͑͢r̵̶̢̞̫̣̲͈̄̾ͨ̏ͫ̓͘ͅ ̠̳̜ just where you left it. Silly you. As soon as you caress it, it takes you so, so SO FAR AWAY and you feel just so lovely and alō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚ne like it's ApoCalyPSE ChrISTmaS and you're the only one that survived because you just happened to be hiding under the bed like you usually care. NOW YOU TAKE CARE OF THAT SWORD, KATZU. Because I've seen what you look like when you're eating and that's my leverage. It's disgusting. It made me hate the sun because I couldn't get that sight out of m̵̨̙͕̹̣͔̯̥ͨͬ̌ͦͤ̚̚͘ŷ̢̨͖͍͍̂̊̃ͪ͆ͬ͆͌ ̨͕̥ͨ͐̒̓ͭͣ̀͡m̧̻̳ͯͧͅi̷͉̟̭̱͓̎̋͜n̯͋d̶͍̺̝̟̟̲ͭ̽̓ͮ̉͜͞ ͚ for days like I was swimming in the urine of gō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚ds. Like a pacemaker taking a break to stop and smell the roses. The ashes. The rashes. The ahrosehesashesrosshes. It's terminal and even with cheṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟mo, we suspect only seven ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟ore ṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟onths. That's your natural 1.

KAͫ̿ͨ͊ͧ̎͑ͨ̃͆̔ͭ̆͑ͩ͠͏̸͍͇̼͔̘̳̥͎̝͈͚̖̠̭̙͔̙Tzu, CONgratULAͫ̿ͨ͊ͧ̎͑ͨ̃͆̔ͭ̆͑ͩ͠͏̸͍͇̼͔̘̳̥͎̝͈͚̖̠̭̙͔̙tIONS , YOU've̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ Take̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢n 2 POints OF Daṃ̛̥͍̭͎̯͈̹̹̟́̓̒̐ͫ̾̍̔̀́͜͟Age tO sAͫ̿ͨ͊ͧ̎͑ͨ̃͆̔ͭ̆͑ͩ͠͏̸͍͇̼͔̘̳̥͎̝͈͚̖̠̭̙͔̙NiTY.

KATZU WAS REWARDED WITH THE b̵̸̺̯͙͓͖̯̞͔̯̤̪̳̥͓̭̮̯̓͛͊ͬ̉͋͛ͫ́̆̾̌͋͒̔ͥ̀̚͢erse̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ ̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢rk STATE.

You could have swō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚rn this door was supposed to take you to Pallet Town but it's not. You're taking the tools with you. That's how Vinnie the Virus wants it.

You deserve better.

I would be saying that, but you missed bedtime. No bage̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢l for you. That's a ze̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ro. That's your personal monster.

Item: False Door: {The Listening: X=34²/f=7} No, The scrawl paper, the be̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ckoning, No, Nō̧̩̗͈͈̝̻̹͖̺̩̬̞̜͎̝ͮ͋́͗͛͂͋ͯ͗ͭͪ̈́̓̈͋̀̚, No, the [FORSAKEN SWORD] #Infernal Presence# (Deals Two damage to Sanity) was added ḑ̝̟̯͉̤͍̳͈̈́̌̇ͯ̕͟͡i̠̼̰͉̟̥͕̤̋͗̑̊͢͢͝v͆͗ͤ̎̿̿ͧ̏̎͏̮̣͙̫̣͝ ̬̲͈̦̥i͐̽̓̂͋ͤ̐͌̈́̃ͯͣͮ̓ͮ̆͜҉̀͏̷̲̠̹͕͕̞̳̘̘͖͍v̑̓͒ͥͧ͂͒͗ͭͭͯ ̶̷̜̯̗̯̱̥̠͎̯̟̣̪͓̗͚̜͙͎̓ͧi̴͍̟̥̥͈͔̩̣̺̇̈̂̏̿ͭ̂́v̂͆͂͌̈́̃̾ͫ ̶̡̡͉̜̥̯̺̗͙̰̣̲ͅį̯̳̣̗͚͙͙̫̲̺̤̘̙͚͓̪̙̬̓̅̌͗ͭͥ̈́̏͋̎̀ͪ͡ͅv̚ ̢̛͚̟̠̭̩̅ͣ͌͑̋͐̊͂ͥͭ̉̎ͫ̌̒ͣ́̕̕i̵̢̢͔͚̝̙̓ͤ̓̌̏̈́̈̎͒ͯ̍ͧ̏͊̏́ ̯d̙̭̜͍̪̟̺͔̫̭̟̝͙͙̯͚̳ͨ̌ͧͪ̅̋̚̕͠ͅe̶̓͂̆ͬͨͥͫ̌̐̓̌ͣ̉̄̂̓̈́ͣͭ ̛͠͠҉̪̞̫̥͚̞̜̞̙͉͙͔͎̱͔ͅd̵̢̛̞͍̭̩̮͙̥̭̹͖͓̯͙́͛ͥ̎̏̍ͫͮ̉̂ͨ͗̀ ̹̯̪ into No Team No Inve̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ntory No Life No this is Game Over for the Pͫ͒̋̄̏ͤ̿̓̇͆̈́̌̉ͥ͂̋͜҉͎̪̫̖̬̰̝̰̫̦͖͖̻̹̟̖̝̦̫L̵̷̛̬̭̱ͮ͌́̎ͥ ̼̟̼͚͈̦̬̻̟̮̥͓ͅA̅ͮͯͪ̈͋͆͑͑̈́͋̂̏̑͂̈́͘͝͏̺̪̘̤͈̼͚̝̟̮͇̗̤̘̺̙̯ ̗̲Y̨̛͛̾͑ͯ̌̽ͮ̈̏̀ͮ̊ͯ͜͏̰̘̠̲̖̫̠̰̗͕̺͘E̿̾͆ͤ̐̏̓̃ͣ̊ͬ̅̔̊͂̃̒ ̗̱̘̦̟̦̖̀̀͜͜ͅŖ̛͍͇̺̙̗͚̺̗̞͋̆͑ͦ̌ͤ͗̎ͤ͐̑̒̚Š̴̨̫̽̏ͭͬ̑͛ͯ͛ ̟̳̼̫͔̭̟̞̙̰̟̫̖̘

This hallway is whe̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢re you had the operation 573 years ago today. It's where you left that bad news brain behind and just d̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ecided to e̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢mbrace the new you. Like you could just take a funne̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢l and make yourself as fat as a planet or publish your d̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊iscoveries about the new patch of grass you decided to propose̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ to and bear many, many grassy children with. Those brainchildren. Those delinquents. ţ̴̴͖̙̦̝̙̬̠͋ͬ̈́ͮ̑ͤẻ̸̶̍̌̐ͫ̿̌̃̾͒͑̆͑͐ͦͫ͞͏̝͉̪̪̥̟̫̭͕̘̬̪ ̪̭͖̹̱̲͓r̢̒͌͗ͨͧ̑ͨ͊́҉̰͔̪̪̼r̵̝̟̲̹̬͚ͪ̏̆ͥ̆̉ͭͩ̾̈́̑̀̎͑̏̐͡͞ ̺̪̩̝̘̠͎̬̳̖ǫ̻̲̯̭̗̼̘͌͛̈́ͧ̍͢rͬ̍ͮͤͣ̾͏̭̠͔̱̪̤̫̰̗͘aͧͪ̀̅ͣ̆ ̣̦̪̩̲͉̯̩͖̪͔̳̝͎̱͚̜͎̐ͪͪͪͫ̉͋́͜n̶̵̮̥͙̰̞̳̯͇̗̈͑ͨͦͧͪͦ̽͒ͧ͜ ̤͓͕͈͉͙̻͖g̨̑ͧ͂̅̾̈ͯ͐̑̄͐̐͛̀ͦ͏͖̤̱̺̻ͅe̡ͤ̊̋̏̿͡҉̲̬͍̺͉͜sͮ͛ ̷̷̛̟̝͙̦̤̩̮͓͖ͥ̽̈́̍̃̀ǫ͖̳̺͉̳̗̩̓ͧ͆̇͂̽ͯ̀̊͛́ͬ͟͡͠f̀͒͐̒̉ͩ̚ ̧̧̛̘͎̞̹̲͇̭͎̫͍̥̪̬͇̪ͭͣ̀̽̇ͫ̂͑͛̆͊͡ͅw̷̉ͩ͛ͭ́͑͌ͫ̐̀ͯͭ̓̽͜͢͜ ̷̥̜͈̯̗̖͕̲͈̰̙̙͍̳͕̣̰u̸̯̬̜͔̪̙̳̪̟͇̬̜̩̜̿ͧ̂̏̓͗ͤͩ̉̎͊̀͘͞t̓ ̡̇͊ͮ͆ͨ́ͪ̚͢͏̭̟̣̮̕i̴̢̧̼̘͚͚̩͎͍͕͍̱͆̆̃̀͐̔̔̈ͫ͗͗̆̀̉̀̓̓̆͊͘ ͚͍͚̦̠͕͕s͉̙̱͕͙̗̲͎̠͕̦̙̭̒͒͑ͪ̏ͯͩ̄ͦ͋ͦ́͞ͅͅn̖ͤ̄ͬͣ̐̋ͧ͑͒́̕͝ ̺̜̱̩͈̘̭tͣ̽̈ͬ̏ͨͬ̎͡͏̻̮̺̤̙̳̼̼̘̳̀͝i̴̸̧͓̞̪̼̭̫̤̺̭̦͒͋͌̀͘t ̧̺̖̝͎͔̟͈̣͎̖̤̅ͣͦ́͌̒ͤ͜͠͝͡n̸͌͊ͫ͠͏̶̤̹̦̲̙̯̞͇̹̹̼̼̭̠̩͝o͌̚ ̧̩̮̺̯͉̣̹̗̙̲͙̪̯̖ͧͮ̅̀ͭ̈́͟͠t̸̤̣̮̗̠̺̩̬͂͒̊ͧͧ̐̈́ͭ͒͌ͮ̈́ͪ͋̀͢͞ ͈͚̟͍̰̬͕h̷̴̖̼̞͓͎̉̏ͪͨͧ͊ͤͣ̾̃͆̊̂ͪͣ̚̕͡ị̱̜͎̹̎̽̉̂̉̀̊̆ͭ́͟ ̟̜̹̥̰͖̠͖̲̱̻n̵̛̫̣̹̞̤͎͙͉͎̙̙̥͍̄̾ͥ̾ͦ̑̚͢ġ̋̑̋̂̅ͫͤ̂ͦͨ͝͝͏ ̱̪͈͚̞͇͚̩̮̘̤̠͟

But you're not giving up! We're going to try this again with the musical chorus you spe̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢nt all of nap time organizing because you're a bad, bad conductor and the world deserves to know about it. This is you on Broad̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊way failing at your best moment, missing the five̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢-point shot at the buzzer because the Terrible̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ Toucannon you owe back taxes to lost his butter cutter and now everyone̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ in the movie theater has to pay for it. That's what not being fair is all about. That's what buying fresh oranges at the farme̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢rs market looks like when you're trying to pay by debit card and they only take cash. That's blind̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ justice. That's what the train to Toronto takes after 11pm and you're the last passenger. You're the reason for the extra hours. Shame on you, Katzu. Shame on you. Shame̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ on you. Ś̶̜͍̋̒̄͞ͅẖ̸̢̝̯̝̘͚͎̘̰̩̗̱͚̻̾̀ͦ̈́͂͒̑ͥͧͤͬ̌̍̏͞ͅȧͩ͛ͫ̈̽ ͌͌̽͗̄ͥ̎̈ͧ҉̧̹̗͙̼͓͙̬͕͔͖̮͙̹̗͙̭̦̪͖͠͞M̴͆ͮ͗͌̓̐̊͒̓͊̋͋̔̔̾ͮ ̫͍̹̣̯͎͚̫̗E̶̡͍̼̦̤͙̖̞͉͇̭̥̯̯̟͐̏̑̄ͦ̆̈́̾̋̎̀̽͛ͤ͗ͭ̌͜ ̸̨̨͖̭͙̪͎̱͙̼͚̖̫̺̺͕̳͍̳̯̮̍͛̓̄̀͜o͍̺ͣͭ̿̏ͯ̿ͧ̍̄ͯͣ̿̅́̚̚̚͟͞ ̣͚N̷̘̻̪̱͚͓̳̝̭̦͓͈̞̤̞̰̜̗̊̂ͣ̌̀̌̈́̍̽ͩ̏ͩ̕ ̠̠̲̰̼̻̳̜̫̱͐̿ͩ̀̇͒̇̈̎̊͐̇ͭͭͭ͗́́̚͡Y̶̴͈͚͙̿ͥͥ̐̓̔̎̈͊̇̈͟͡ͅ ̲ȏ̢ͫ̓ͤͦ̉̎ͯ͊̊̔ͥͫ̉̄̒́ͩ̑҉̵̡͍̻͈̲̟̝̤͖͡U̡ͩ̂̓̓̃̓́͆͆̽͝͏̠̙ ̩̺̣̺͙.̈̉̄ͭ̌̉̇ͬͨ̒ͩͪ̿͡͏͖̣͍̙͢

But she's cheering you on, Katzu. Mother Goose̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢ has a LOT riding on this bet and it's a d̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ay at the races for you. It's showtime. That's what the children want. They've been w̧̰̭̠̭̙͕̟ͅą͘͏͕̘̯ì̛̺͕̜̲͘t̛̹̪̘̻͚͍̣̕ͅì̝̝͔̘̯n̸̸̠͓͡g ̴̛̩̮̠̬̺͍̗̤ͅ ͚̙̯̤̣̳̦s̛̤̭ḭ͖̟͙̮̜̜́n̺͍͖̥͇̰̮͇̯͡͞c̴̴̘̻̣̥̠̻͡e̷̷̴̬͇̦̭ ͎̫͕ͅ ̴͠҉͈̠̣͓̩͙͍̪F̜͍͎͙̺͎̗̲r̷̸̨̲̪̰̲͇i͏͠͏̱̦͔̖ḑ̵͏̱̥͎a̵̹͇̮͟ ̬͍͈͇͉y͝͏̤̥̜͓̩ and they don't want the rainchecks anymore. It's time to continue and insert another quarter, because this game isn't going to play itself. But you could̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ try asking tomorrow if the receptionist is still around̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊.

Katzu, i̧̜̼̮̥̱̳͍͘t̢̮͎̤̖̻͡'̵̵͍s̷͓̖͠ ̘͚͔̞̫͜͡b҉̡̗̝̘̣̮͇͕͔̹e̛͕͍͉̲̫̟̣ͅͅe̵̶̳͖͢n̘̲̤̞̖̣͡ ͈̲̪̜̬͇̀͠͠ͅf̡͠͏̙͇͙̝̦͍u̵҉͕̬̞̭͇̯̯͙͖n̷͇͟͝, but I'm a busy piper and I need better reasons to stay here. Ciao. I'm going to leave this in mommy's hands. She'll take you to the special place. Oh, she'll come̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢. She's rid̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ing a headless puppy dog and singing songs! It's the same scribble moment you drew yesterday on the walls but you've been here since the Candy Wall Collapse and you're wishing it was the summer of 2006 again. You had the fun of a lifetime then. It'll come. You've waited̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ all apocalypse for it. That re̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢minds you. The stars were the best part. If only the burial wasn't the thing that spoiled it all.

You shiver but it'll be okay. The stork is taking you back where all the newborn babies come from. They'll rearrange your bod̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊y to be the way you're supposed to be. You keep your hands to yourself and it'll be okay. A fresh puzzle̸̜̫͉̣͈̹̺̻͙̍̾͛͛͑͐ͯ̃͆͋ͯ̿ͣ̾͋ͩ̚̕͟͢. You'll love it! It sings like it never did̷̸̶̡̛̳̠̺͔̈̈́̆̇̊̍͊ before.

Katzu has been abducted by the Stalkers.

Katzu the Sneasel (M: Dark/Ice)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 0/4 BERSERK
Perk: First Aid | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect
Failed Assassinations: 0/2

[Neo Emolga]

Hello, Pormalu - me again. I'll protect you again, this evening, if that's alright. If you have any new leads to share on the Stalkers, I'd be extremely grateful.


While I'm here, can we talk about Rabukan a little bit? I know she must be having a really hard time after Krum's death, and I was thinking about trying to lend her a wing at the Fire Department tomorrow. I know I don't fit in very well, but I hope I can help.

Protect 10. Pormalu the Arcanine.

You arrive at Pormalu's estate. The Arcanine looks content to see you again and he nods when you arrive. Still, despite his welcoming composure, it seems he's had a really long and stressful day and seems quite tired.

"I can't thank you enough for this," Pormalu tells you, although looking exhausted. "I've had a heck of a day trying to sort out everything since the last time we spoke. Listen, I did find a few new things, but we can talk about that in the morning. Come down by the station and I'll show you what we've found. But right now, I need some rest. I hope you understand."

"I appreciate you looking after me," Pormalu tells you. "I wish we had enough resources to protect everyone too, but all we can try to do is stop the Stalkers at the source. I'm glad you haven't given up, and neither have we."

As Pormalu heads off to sleep, you stand guard and watch out for anything suspicious.

#10 Pormalu the Arcanine will be defended against all Stalker attacks for this Night Cycle.

Velo the Togekiss (M: Fairy/Flying)

Health: 5/5
Sanity: 4/4
Perk: Science | Learned Abilities: Escort/Protect, Exorcism
Failed Assassinations: 0/2