>>12516173Ooh, thread updated way too late for me to catch that. Sorry.>>12516187No, the worst part was when Slakoth's decaying, rotting, dead body was suddenly hung up from the ceiling, caught in a noose.
Initially the audience were confused, and assumed that this was just an abstract means of entertainment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECyfX1OR_nkUntil Slowking came into the picture, "Stop stop! Stop! This is all wrong! I knew something was off about this thing fro the start! There isn't a Slakoth or a Lombre in this play!"
"Uhh! Does that mean the death was real!?" called a Munchlax from the audience.
Slowking's eyes widened, "I...I...Well, we'll just see!" keeping her calm, she used Flamethrower, singing Slakoth's noose, and tossing his body to the stage.
All of his organs had been harvested, his blood too, only a small percentage of it, and other body fluids, remained. His body was a carcass, there was no saving him now.
Immediately, after realizing that this really was no longer a game, the crowd went into a tizzy.
"OHHHH, GOOD HEAVEN!" Madame Von Snubbull fainted.
As the crowd went about causing a ruckus, Slowking tried to gain control, as well as Captain Swalot, but it was no use. Everyone was mad, raging, they didn't know what was going on, they wanted answers.
I slammed my hand on the table, "Dammit! EVERY SINGLE TIME!"
A chair flew over Quags' head, "W-Wobbs, what's going on!?"
"A riot, someone's dead, and everyone's spooked and will remain spooked until the killer's brought to justice. I hate to ruin a vacation Quags, but you know what to do. Let's get to business."
Lombre was no where to be found, and was unaccounted for in the rage of the audience.
A) Talk to Mantine.
B) Talk to Captain Swalot.
C) Leave the theater.
