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DUN DUN DUUUUN WELCOME TO THE NEXT EVENT!

[If you are walking in the city, you will notice four corpses lying on the floor, covered in blood and placed there as if a serial murdered were having a great time there.

The first one was a man that under the name of Beatrice (

desiredbysomany).

The second one was a young detective under the name of Willard H. Wright (

buttpinched).

The third one was a woman who was beloved by her husband under the name of Battler (

dominusvolunta).

And the fourth one was a young girl that was a princess under the name of Euphemia li Britannia (

coulditbeawish).

For the bodies, little clues were in each one of them. And with blood there was a message writting in it.

"Find the culprit, or everyone will die."

A young woman left the inn and went outside when it happened, and was already taking a look at the dead corpses. Her name was...]

A mystery indeed! Very well! I accept the challange!

[ooc: Okaaaay! First night of the event is up! Feel free to have your babies react over the deaths and if they are looking for clues, I'll give them~ WELCOME TO MIYU'S EVENT!]

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Because we clearly need moar Dark City entrances xD

Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else. Losing all pokeballs. Poketch not working. Walking dead. No pokemon anywhere. Getting lost.

Satoshi felt a little ashamed to admit all those things came second to the sudden silence inside himself. He had grown so used to his bitching around that now that they weren't there anymore he could have sworn his ideas echoed alone inside his head.

How can the silence be more important than BEING LOST IN SOME PLACE WITH CORPSES? He would never now.

At least he still had his two legs. They were useful for running like hell.

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Ahahahahaha!!! XD

Good afternoon everyone!

I wanted to do this a while ago, but I had some problems to deal with... However now is the time!

I am Red Django, son of Red Ringo, and a vampire hunter. Whatever this place is, it looks like San Miguel did the last time I saw it, and most of the undead outside of the city are the same types as the ones in the real San Miguel.

Because of that, I decided to make a small guide so everyone can understand how the undead work in this place.

There are copies for everyone thanks to miss Auk, so please take your own, and read it carefully. If you have any doubts, just let me know!

[OOC: CLICK!]

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Aaand have a two faced bastard! XD

Karin couldn't help but feel thankful of the fact that he had ended up in what seemed to be the less dangerous part of wherever he was now.

The first thing he had seen was a huge tree, and two roads. One leading to the town where he was in, and another leading to a huge open gate, and what seemed to be... zombies. Zombies weren't something exactly normal back at Japan, so it was easy to guess that wherever he was, the normal rules did not apply anymore.

He sighed. With some luck, he would find his way to someone who could explain what was happening here.

Christmas party ~~~~!

Days passed and winter made its way to San Miguel. What started with a slight cold breeze ended up in a snow storm, covering the town in bright white snow. And even after the hail stopped and the sun rose, the snow did not melt.

Winter was welcome. It was a change not made by any of the players of the board. It had a "natural thing to happen" feeling to it, something that could not be changed. Something normal, perhaps. And after the last game, normality was as welcome as hot chocolate, warm clothes and snowfights.

Had it been already 2 weeks after the Puppeteer's game? Time seemed to fly. The innkeepers did their best to keep the spirits high, and even decorated their building with all kinds of seasonal things. Of course, the magically lit path into the forest wasn't their doing, but they said nothing of it.

The invitations were sent that very morning. It was small, and simply worded.

You are invited to a Christmas party. Follow the lights into the forest. No games, just an evening to celebrate. Kind regards, Beatrice.

Everything was ready. Music, tables, food, everything was in place. And as soon as the sun set, the guests would arrive. Some confused, some wary, but they'd arrive. And they'd find a warm and cozy hall to enjoy no matter their suspicions.

The witch smiled as she lit the last candle in the enormous Christmas tree in the hall. It was time.

Let the party begin.

( Here for explanation! )