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With each passing second you spend in the room with the mysterious corpse, you find yourself wondering more and more where the murderer could be. You’re no detective, but you’ve played a few detective games…
… okay, they were detective dating sims, but the point still stands. Based on how warm the body is as well as the blood oozing out of it, you’d wager whoever did this is relatively close.
Whether it’s due to anxiety, some odd sense of practicality, or just your run-of-the-mill panic, you get to work stripping the corpse of its <span class="mu-s">PLUSH ROBE</span> and immediately regret your decision when you find it to be marinated in blood.
Bloodborne pathogens are the least of your concern right now, though, so being the paragon of sympathy you are, you pull the robe over your head and leave the corpse headless <span class="mu-i">and</span> pretty much naked. You don’t have the heart to loot the body’s underwear.
The garment is a little big for you, but you’d be lying if it wasn’t <span class="mu-s">PLUSH</span>! Waving your hands around a few times just in case of magic, you abandon the endeavor when nothing happens. At least no one can see you fooling around!
As you ponder your next action, some motivation comes in the form of a sound in the next room over… at least, you <span class="mu-i">think</span> it’s the next room over. A low growl, by your estimation, followed by something akin to when your neighbor feeds his dog leftover chili.
<span class="mu-s">DAGGER</span> in hand, you creep as quietly as your bare feet can take you towards the source of the sound. As you do, however, you take a step into a patch of something that burns your foot like embers off a campfire! A surprised yelp escapes your lips as you stumble and stub your toe on a stone doorframe, and with both feet in pain you tumble head-over-heels into what you can only assume is the next room!
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 1</span>
Flopping into yet <span class="mu-i">ANOTHER</span> pitch-black room like a tumbleweed through a nail salon, you land in a heap on top of a nice, fuzzy cushion and take a moment to tend to both your burned and stubbed toes. Maybe this was a lounge of some kind?
Your answer comes in the form of a trio of sounds straight out of your nightmares: deep, aggressive click-clacking not unlike a dinosaur would make. Y’know, like in that movie!
Sitting up from the fuzzy chair, you feel hot breath wash over your face as its owner greets you with a menacing <span class="mu-s">CLACK</span> of a beak of some kind, prompting two other clicks to follow suit!
Diving to the floor just in time to feel one of the clickers pounce at where you just were, you grip your <span class="mu-s">DAGGER</span> close to your chest as you bump against yet <span class="mu-i">another</span> corpse–this one in the process of being eaten!
Looks like you interrupted a feast…
As you struggle to regain your footing, you hear a trio of beaks clicking around you…
>Roll me 1d100-10 (-5 Flatfooted, -5 Dark) to not get got! Best of 3 Rolls!
