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The Monarcho-Socialist Nation of The Hasrne FFFFFFFF |
Is representation in media valuable? Must diverse viewpoints be celebrated and encouraged, or should the film industry not change the status quo to let in outsiders? Is film a medium that matters in reflecting society, and should it be used to show what is, or what could be? A new poll for all of my darlings is available, and if you have not seen any of the films on the list, I highly recommend all of them. |
I gotta serious crime problem but I wanna maintain the economy and rights that my Nation has, any advice? |
The Monarcho-Socialist Nation of The Hasrne Nuke everyone Bohseon, Leeethanica, and Untied states of matter |
social systems. all of the social systems. |
The Mystery Disappearance Hair has been picked (This is your internal thoughts) Hair has been picked + Deductive Reasoning He's got a thing for girls with light hair. You get little rest at the police station, dozing in and out of consciousness while comparing files and trying to piece together who Brewer really is. You have brief dreams of a man in a burlap sack mask. No, not a man. A monster. Duby jolts you awake with a shove. Morning light meekly shines through the windows of the office. He hands you an envelope. "This was outside," he says. "It's addressed to you." You carefully tear off the seal and pull out a note written on thick yellowing paper blotted with dark reddish brown dots. "What does it say?" asks Duby anxiously. Mr. Detective Iv red abut u lods of tims n the papper. Im hunored tht uve tacken nutice of my werk. Saw u befur u saw me. I see gud frum far away. Saw u at tha italys houz n, saw u at da ded mens home, but i cnt hve u findin me yet. U cn find ze gurl now tho. She hngry. She culd. She cri. luv Mr. Burlap "He wants us to find one of the girls?" says Duby in disbelief. "But where? She could be anywhere in London!" You reflect for a moment. "I think I know." A hospital. "A hospital?" says Duby. "Why? And which one?" "Working at a hospital was Brewer's job before he started working at Walker's Mortuary," you explain. "I'm thinking it was the Gander Hill Hospital that closed down about six months back. In his locker at the mortuary, he had an old shirt that was stitched up with a Gely suture, a modern suturing technique. He also had a vial of Opiox painkillers, a new variety of drug, that was issued six months ago, at the time of Gander Hill's closing. Gander Hill was renown for utilizing new techniques and medicines, but it shut down due to embezzlement and inner conflict. "Look at the material that this note was made of. Thick and torn from what looks like a folder, quite possibly a scientist's or doctor's. The blotches on this note are laudanum, a painkiller made of an opium tincture. How does Brewer have access to Opiox, laudanum and chloroform? Because he worked with medicine, and he's still hiding out in the abandoned hospital." You, Duby and a handful of other policemen travel across London towards the Gander Hill Hospital. It resides on the shore of the Thames, the smell of low tide hitting your acute nose. You burst through the boarded doors, guns drawn. You're ready to face Brewer, aka Mr. Burlap, focusing your senses and analyzing the environment. You pick up the subtle sound of whimpering from the other room and push open the rotting door cautiously. A young woman lays on the floor, tightly bound to a pipe protruding from the wall. She writhes in her own vomit, howling in agony. You run over to her and crouch beside her, noticing small chunks of a pale pinkish mushroom beside her. This is part of a partly eaten Inocybe erubescens, a dangerously poisonous mushroom containing muscarine, a chemical found in toxic mushrooms. The deadly fibrecap mushroom is somewhat fresh, so where did Brewer get his hands on this? "What's wrong with her? Is she poisoned?!" Duby cries out as he joins you. "What do we do?" You look around the dirty hospital room as the young woman coughs and twitches. Eureka! You grab the clear bottle and quickly plunge a syringe through the cork of it. The alkaloid fills the long needled tool and you stick it into the writhing girl's arm, depressing the liquid into her veins. "What was that?" asks Duby in shock. "Atropine," you respond. "This girl ingested Inocybe erubescens, known as deadly fibrecap, a very poisonous mushroom. The dose of atropine should negate the mushroom's toxic symptoms. She should be alright in an hour." The girl already appears more peaceful, as her breathing rate returns to normal and she sluggishly looks around the room. Duby pats you on the back and lets out a sigh of relief. "Hey, check this out," says one of your fellow policemen from the other side of the room. You look over to him and see writing scratched into the wall. Mr. Detective Did u sav the whor n tim? She hed a litle sneck erlier, wull she mek t tu desert? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA Cn u find grl nmbr 2? She is n fr a story bok nding. U hv tull 2 o clock, i thnk. Da fster the beter. Buono fortuna. (You have until 2 o' clock, I think Why is Brewer acting unsure of this challenge's time limit? Is this next girl poisoned as well? The challenge is time sensitive, yet the time is unclear.) Sincurly, Mr. Burlap "Another damn riddle," spits Duby. "We're just playing this freak's game!" He glances down at his watch. "It's almost 8 o' clock now, so we have a little more than 6 hours to find the next girl." Duby and the rest of the police look to you expectantly. You bite your thumb, concentrating your mind. All you can see are Amy Anderson's tears. You begin envisioning the pain of the other three girls; Julia Alberts, Tasha Lively and Chloe Worthington. The fear. The unknowing. Unknowing is truly the greatest form of suffering. You immediately block out thoughts of Amy Anderson's health and condition. You've done enough for her. Statistically, she'll live. The other three girls will statistically die. "What do we do now?" asks Duby, annoying your train of thought. You ignore him. Where is the next girl? Barker Street the River Thames the library St. Anthony's Private School Vote on which option you want to pick. 1- Barker Street 2- the River Thames 3- the library 4- St. Anthony's Private School The Hasrne and Charville |
The Thames. It has to be the school if it is Chloe but I think she will be last. |
I personally think it's the Thames, since the book from the start referenced the sea and both had the note in the book and this phrase ended in italian. |
The only sensible option. The Hasrne, Leeethanica, and Untied states of matter |
USL did that and then got obliterated by a comet, don't mess with nukes smh The Hasrne, Socialist Platypus, and Untied states of matter |
I will nuke you |
but consider: I will be sad Supero Omnia, Bohseon, The Hasrne, Socialist Platypus, and 2 othersHill Billy, and Untied states of matter |
Im now a commie while im gone wth |
The Great State of El Blurkistan Ah, Boyboyk! Long time no see! |
How long until Marchiaa switches ideology again? I give it 3 days, max. |
wdym it shows you are capitalist |
You go whatever your gender is. You can do whatever you want(Hopefully you follow the rules). But, I like being a Inoffensive Centrist Democracy instead of a Left-Leaning College State like I am now. |
Ofcourse there is a 2nd wave coming here. People are idiots. Covida and Charville |