Upon the eve of surprise, let us welcome it with no shock. For, our cries will reach at least one open ear, as a hand reaches out to take our hearts.
As soon as the lasting personnel became calm and collected after observing that horrendous sight, the teens and Papa stayed close together, retaining a close eye on each other. This murder was nippily turning into genocide, and one of them was the assassin.
"Alright now, it can be any one of us," proclaimed Samson, with composure, "Even one of us visitors."
"'Tis too effortless. Yea a babe couldst attain such feat," a mysterious voice with a slight Welsh accent that seemed to echo a whisper upon itself.
"WHO SAID THAT!?" shouted Acapella at the top of his lungs, who now sounded like a pirate, a sparrow if will, but amazingly, he seemed to have sobered up.
No reply.
Everybody turned to Jeremy, and started to back away, deliberately.
"You don't possibly think it was me, do you? I mean, that was a Welsh accent, not British," disputed Jeremy.
The group gave no rejoinder, save the inexorable expansion of the troop.
Jeremy endured on, "Oh come on, you have to believe me. Heads, my chum, you trust me, don't you?"
"Oh no, I trust you. We all trust you," reassured Heads, steadily "We just don't trust ... those."
Heads indicated toward Jeremy's feet. Blazing, scarlet markings were materializing out of the floorboards.
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Surreal Life Orgins Part One: Who Done It?
Mystery / ThrillerA thrilling murder mystery set in a nasty motel of the fictitious country, Kwailalilii Isle. Anything that seems similar to anything in pop culture is most likely a reference
