The Black Masquerade: NEW STORY LET'S GO (Night 3), Get Behind Me

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This is who was who, and what their attributes were. It goes: Character (Player, Animal)-bad thing, good thing (Target, Animal)

Evelyn Forrester (Marill, The Tiger)-afraid of knives, has husband at party (Jaguar, Tiger)
Marcus Forrester (Freshey, The Lion)-can’t drink, has wife at party (Wolf, Lion)
Krzysztof Nazwisko (dwest, The Rabbit)-knows limited English, can knock out with a punch (Stallion, Rabbit)
Alexandra Guillo de Marana (Outlaw, The Hyena)-raped, can escape ropes (Lion, Hyena)
Hamilton Kane (Lightning, The Wolf)-no feeling in hands, can fake dead (Bear, Wolf)
Perseus Aldo (Ghost, The Stallion)-large chest tattoo, fastest guest (Hyena, Stallion)
Persephone Alvarez (Snowman, The Deer)-afraid of fire, master thief (Tiger, Deer)
Justin Pailor (Andami, The Jaguar)-has asthma, trained in martial arts (Rabbit, Jaguar)
Clementine Veruze (Mac, The Bear)-hemophilic, degree in electric engineering (Deer, Bear)



These are the items everyone had:

Marill-candles, matches, fork, plate, napkin
Freshey-roses, mic, violin bow, fire poker
Dwest-cultivator
Outlaw-hedge clippers
Lightning-piano string, screwdriver, tequila
Ghost-fork, plate, napkin
Snowman-toolbox, wrenches, light bulbs, wires, wire cutters, switchblade
Andami-chair leg, pilot lights, matches, six bottles/rags, netting
Mac-net, trowel, gloves, 4 spoons/forks, swordfish


And holy shit, these are the background stories. Enclosed in spoilers, because otherwise this would be a really long post.

[spoiler=Evelyn Forrester (Marill, The Tiger)]Evelyn Forrester is 32 years old. She was born to a loving mother and father living in poverty due to their low-paying jobs in the circus. Her father was the ringleader and mother was a knife-thrower. When she turned 8 her parents finally agreed to let her join an act. Evelyn had no particular talents so she was incorporated into her mother’s knife throwing act. In her first show she was strapped to a wheel and spun. This act had been done hundreds of times before with larger people, so there was really no danger. But when Evelyn’s father, who had volunteered the spin the wheel, gave the wheel a pull he had been too excited and spun too quickly. Evelyn’s mother tried to wait for it to slow down but the audience started to boo and she became concerned that she could lose the little money they were earning. So she threw the knife, and it struck right beside Evelyn’s stomach. So she threw the next, and it went in between her fingers. The next went above her shoulder. Another flew between her legs. The fifth stuck directly into her thigh. Evelyn stayed home for two weeks after that, but it was obvious her leg wasn’t healing, and was starting to discolor more by the day. She grabbed a circus attendee’s bicycle one day while he was watching the show and rode off to the city. The lonely eight-year-old went to a hospital, but with was turned away for having no insurance or money. Roaming the streets she ended up overlooking a reservoir outside of town when a voice spoke up, “You could fall.” She turned around to see Marcus Forrester. He took her back to his affluent parents, insisting to lie that she was an orphan rather than had run away from the circus. The Forresters cared for her, but Marcus never treated her like a sister. They grew up together, but in a romantic light. He would always have to cut her meat and open boxes because she didn’t like the memories they represented. They were married at the age of 22, after graduating college. On July 7th, 1954 the couple received a letter from Evelyn’s real parents inviting them to a dinner. Evelyn had always felt she had treated her parents poorly, running away with no contact for 13 years, and coerced Marcus into attending with her. On July 12th the couple arrived at the meeting place, which was strangely a large, opulent mansion. As soon as they entered the doors, both were grabbed and dragged off to separate rooms. After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Evelyn two things: first he gave her a card with a picture of a jaguar on it, then a mask of a tiger. “You’re the jaguar. Kill the tiger. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Marcus Forrester (Freshey, The Lion)]Marcus Forrester is 32 years old. Born into a wealthy family, he had no trouble in his early years. He would often peruse through the town as a boy, trying to find anything imperfect to make his picturesque life seem more real. When he was eight on a trip to the local reservoir he found a girl overlooking the edge. After thinking about something cool to say, he finally mustered out, “You could fall,” before making a disappointed face and then reverting to cool when she turned around. One of her legs was greatly discolored and swollen. Finally thinking he found his escape to the gritty outside world, he instantly decided to befriend this girl. He took this girl, Evelyn, back to his house after hearing about her odd upbringing in the circus and decided to lie to endear her more to his parents. They surprised him with how easily they agreed. After a few days of hanging around her in bed taking hefty antibiotics, he grew an affinity for her and started correcting anyone who referred to her as his adopted sister. The two started dating in high school, to the shock of most of the town’s elite. They attended the same college together, but Marcus’s life grew dark in those years.
Not satisfied with having fallen in love with the one dark element of the world he’d found, Marcus tried again to break his utopian life. He fell into a notorious club on campus, specializing in petty crimes and outrageous parties. Marcus kept this life hidden from his girlfriend as much as he could. She knew he was a member, and was concerned for him, but he never let her in on the finer elements like the charismatic but psychotic leader, Clark Angelo. Clark was obsessed with thievery and would often make members steal insignificant items from stores with high security just for the thrill of it. Marcus was assigned to the grand opening of a department store. He slipped in and out undetected and unharmed. He even has a party thrown for him upon returning. He didn’t escape the party unharmed. Clark insisted on verbose amounts of drinking. When Marcus couldn’t stand up anymore and refused to celebrate anymore, Clark easily forced him onto the floor and funneled liquor into his throat, nearly drowning Marcus until Clark grew bored and left. Evelyn found him the early the next morning, miraculously on his side on the ground, writhing in pain in submerged in vomit. He spent a week and a half in the hospital having work done on his liver. He decided to accept the perfect life if he could get it back again. He married Evelyn and they lived happily. Then one day a letter came. The letter itself was meant for Evelyn, inviting her to a meeting with her real parents, but what concerned Marcus was the seal on the envelope. It simply read: C. ANGELO. Marcus tried fervently to talk Evelyn out of going, but she was emotional about severing all ties with her parents so many years ago, and he refused to let her go alone. Upon arriving at the meeting, they were met by a large mansion that confused both of them. As soon as they entered, they were torn apart by burly men and dragged to different rooms.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Marcus two things: first he gave him a card with a picture of a wolf on it, then a mask of a lion. “You’re the wolf. Kill the lion. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Krzysztof Nazwisko (Dwest, The Rabbit)]Krzysztof Nazwisko is 43 years old. From a young age Krzysztof had never really been normal. He was born and raised in Poland, but never truly grew attached to the country. He had no real friends and didn’t care much for his family. In school he was constantly in trouble for bullying. He progressed from zealously overdefending himself to randomly assaulting anybody too near him for no reason. He was expelled from school and ran away at 17. He took a position in the Polish Land Forces. He served there for a short time, learning combat techniques with both bare fists and weapons. He left the army at the first opportunity, not wanting to waste any more time defending a country he didn’t care for.
Krzysztof became a boxer, traveling all over Europe for several years. He was incredibly famous for a bizarre punch he had invented that allowed him to KO all of his opponents quickly enough to severely upset kingpins of the bidding world. Only one year into his boxing career, with not much money stored away, Krzysztof was carried away in his sleep to a bunker. Millionaires who had suffered substantial losses had been seeking revenge on this revolutionary rookie, but hired the wrong muscle. The strongmen intended to keep them safe from Krzysztof turned on the elite and killed them all swiftly. They then offered Krzysztof an ultimatum: join them or be shot. Krzysztof was relieved to finally be offered an opportunity to be what he had always wanted. He gladly took the offer and went through a small deal of professional grade training to become an assassin.
Krzysztof was assigned to Cyprus City, North America. His main goal was to keep tabs on several politicians and prevent them from ever meeting. He loved this job dearly and served as its project manager for five years. The downside is that he hated the culture dearly and had a hard time blending in with his obvious lack of American experience. All that alienation just made him love stalking, threatening, and sometimes killing those who maintained the society even more.
On July 5th, 1954 Krzysztof received a life-shattering letter. He had been taken off the job. He was being replaced, and needed reassigned. An address and day were listed to take a new project. He wouldn’t have even considered attending and simply dropped off the map, if it hadn’t been for the ambiguity in whether the new job would be better or worse than his current. He showed up to the large mansion at the meeting site fully armed and stepped inside. A small prick hit him from behind. He reached out to his back and removed an ornate dart. He chuckled, shaking his head, and took his guns out and laid them on the floor. He lost consciousness and fell over on top of them.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Krzysztof two things: first he gave him a card with a picture of a stallion on it, then a mask of a rabbit. “You’re the stallion. Kill the rabbit. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Alexandra Guillo de Marana (Outlaw, The Hyena)]Alexandra Guillo de Marana is 23 years old. Born in Spain but raised in Ghotosyl, North America, a large, sprawling slum with over five million inhabitants that only earn $200,000 a year put together. Alexandra’s mother had brought her to North America to escape her deranged father in Spain, but in their new home nothing was better. Alexandra’s mother had to resort to prostitution to manage any sort of income at all. She wasn’t illustrious enough to attract most men, so she had to resort to other men in the slum. Most of the time they didn’t have enough money to pay her, but if she insisted on upfront payment should would have absolutely no paying customers, so she had to be constantly ripped off to try to support her daughter. One man, named John Cruest, was a frequent paying customer of Alexander’s mother. To reward him for his loyal service, she invited him to dinner once. John behaved psychotically and rarely took his eyes off of Alexandra the whole time he was there. While he was leaving he paused at the door and took a few steps back in. He looked up at Alexandra’s mother and said plaintively, “I’d pay double for her,” pointing to the 12-year-old Alexandra. Alexandra expected a raging fury from her mother but was horrified when she simply turned around and asked, “What do you say, honey? Do you think he’s cute?” Alexandra replied very quickly and stately, “No.” Her mother now switched sides and insisted that John leave. John’s polite smile faded as he took out a small blade and slashed open Alexandra’s mother’s neck. She fell to the ground and only coughed twice. He pushed Alexandra over and dragged her by one foot to her bed. He held her down with one hand and with the knife in the other slit her ratty dress up the middle. With a rancid breath he spoke, “Should’ve taken the money.”
Alexandra was kept in John’s house during the day. He had a bathroom that had no windows. He would tie her to a chair while he went out to try to thief from less strong folk. Alexandra banged against the wall all day for the four days she was kept there and knew someone had to hear her, but no one ever entered the shack. When John came home from work he would untie her, carry her back to her house, past her rotting mother, and lie her in her bed.
On the fourth day, he never came home from work. Night fell and she realized something was abnormal. She fidgeted all night, trying to escape until the ropes finally loosened on the next morning. She spent the next two weeks of her life hiring neighborhood boys to tie her up so she could work on escaping so that she could never be taken prisoner again. When she had mastered that she moved on to fighting. She needed to be able to defend herself.
Alexandra never did move her mother or have a funeral. She never thought it was deserved. Not to mention, she had bigger things to do. Alexandra became a sort of guardian angel of the women of the slum. She would patrol the streets at night and protect women and children in danger. She never helped a man, even if he was clearly good and innocent. It had always bugged her that she never saw John Cruest again. He was assumed dead, but she needed closure. The opposite came.
On July 5th she received a letter. It only had three words, a signature, and a map. “You missed one. —John.” Alexandra grabbed a few things and started walking, since it would take her the whole week she had been given to walk that far.
Upon arriving at the site, she saw a mansion. Disgusted that a monster like John could afford this, she burst in just to be hit over the head by a completely new face.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Alexandra two things: first he gave her a card with a picture of a lion on it, then a mask of a hyena. “You’re the lion. Kill the hyena. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Hamilton Kane (Lightning, The Wolf)]Hamilton Kane is 39 years old. His whole life was simply a predestined path to greatness as written by his father, who had been a great general of the North American army for a full decade before retiring. Having your name in history books while you’re still alive in a rare enough feat to severely bloat General Kane’s ego into thinking everything he did was being closely monitored. Intense pressure was always put into Hamilton’s schooling and discipline. General Kane would show up at recess every day, pull Hamilton aside, and run him through a variety of core, upper body, and speed exercises while his classmates all watched half-horrified and half-amused. Hamilton was regularly physically beaten for any grades that weren’t satisfactory to his father, which extended from 95% downward. Hamilton never had a rebellious teen phase, because it wasn’t allowed by threat of near death.
Hamilton readily enlisted in the army as soon as it was possible, not even acknowledging there were other paths in life. He was born and raised for service and intended to do it. Boot camp and some dull years of low-military jobs blurred by and faded into him leading larger scale classified excursions. On a reconnaissance mission to Belgium with a few other officers and spies they were ambushed by a small radical group known as The Aegis who believed they were meant to protect more moral governments from being corrupted by influence from North America. The squadron’s car was surrounded by armed men who promptly starting riveting the car with bullets. Only Hamilton and two spies survived the ambush. They were all taken prisoner and shipped off separately to a safehouse. One spy managed to crash the car he was being carried in and escape, just to completely vanish forever, while the other took a bushido pill and surprised his captors by being long dead by time they arrived. Hamilton pulled no tricks. He was the only one to be subjected to the interrogation. Having intense nationalism, he offered no words at all and was tortured. In his youth his father had trained him to resist multiple forms of torture, all of which were now being misused against him. Finally the captors realized they had to be more creative and fetched a bowl. They filled it with about an inch of kerosene and lit it. They forced Hamilton’s hands into it and held them there, nearly liquefying for a minute and a half. Hamilton’s face was clearly in discomfort for the first time of his stay there. When his hands were finally removed, black and exposing bone, he took the opportunity to toss the bowl up into the face of one of the guards. He fell to the floor and Hamilton took out the other guard in the room using only his legs and elbows, not wanting to flake off any of the charred skin on his hands. He fetched a key off the unconscious guard and snuck out a back way, quickly stealing a car and making it to the American embassy. He was sent back to North America were the tissue on his hands was reconstructed, but nerve damage was irreparable.
Upon going back home, he found his father waiting with a small handgun. “You fucked up,” is all he said before tossing a news story about the ambush towards Hamilton. He shot Hamilton once in the stomach and then flicked a match into the house, denounced his son and left. Hamilton had been working on slowing his heart rate during his internment, thinking it could provide a way to escape. He now used it to fool his father into thinking he hadn’t been anticipating he would be seen as a failure. As soon as he heard the engine rev and pull away, he stood up, took the bullet out of the vest, and walked away.
Only two days into moving into his new apartment Hamilton received a letter. It was incredibly vague, but mentioned meeting someone on July 12th. It was signed by Hamilton’s mother. He arrived a few minutes early and walked confoundedly into the large mansion. He was met by a large three large men with soaked rags.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Hamilton two things: first he gave him a card with a picture of a bear on it, then a mask of a wolf. “You’re the bear. Kill the wolf. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Perseus Aldo (Yoyo/Ghost, The Stallion)]Perseus Aldo is 27 years old. Perseus was average in every possible way until an irrelevant tragedy struck his life. A girl in his class was brutally murdered in a classroom at his school. Perseus, wanting to be known for something grand, and having a fascination with the gritty in life, decided to try to investigate the murder and see if he could solve it before the police did. What the 15-year-old Perseus wasn’t accounting for was that hanging that close to a murder is suspicious. The police took a mild interest in him just because of his interest. This interest was greatly exacerbated when Perseus was very proficient in detective work. With his connections at school and the girl in question he was able to easily pull more information surrounding the killing than the police with their bright lights could. This reflected very poorly on the police, who were getting nowhere and were being publicly upstaged by a teenager with no experience. Perseus was nowhere near solving the case, but had established a solid motive in the dead girl’s college fund. She had told her friends that she’d thought it was dark that her parents honestly answered what they would do with the money if she died with a response of, “We’d probably turn whatever isn’t used on the funeral into a scholarship for your school.” A classmate or classmate’s parent had likely killed her so that they could funnel her college savings into their own account.
Perseus was cut off when the police spontaneously solved the case. Perseus was the killer they decided. He formulated the murder and his investigation to catch the attention of police academies and possibly even criminal justice programs. When they saw this whiz kid easily solving a murder in his teens, he would be a surefire acceptance. Perseus couldn’t technically disprove their theory because it made sense, and because it wasn’t entirely possible to disprove. When the warrant for his arrest was warranted he simply ran. Perseus had been the captain of his track team and as long as his legs held out he couldn’t be caught on foot. Any credibility he had after the accusation went away after he fled from his arrest. Perseus lived on the run for two years before finally being caught in an alley in his sleep. He was charged as an adult due to the highly intricate and meditated nature of the killing and sentenced to 40 years with a chance of parole.
Prison went poorly for Perseus. He was forced to join a gang to survive, and had to have an awkward crown crudely sketched onto his chest to confirm his lifetime membership. He was routinely abused, but after the first few years was mostly forgotten. Ten years into his sentence the true killer, who had received and used the scholarship, finally confessed and Perseus was released, permanently changed by his lack of even earning a high school diploma. He quickly took vengeance on the police department, getting all those involved replaced.
A mere month after getting out of prison he received on a letter. It was a thank you note signed by the dead girl he tried to help so long ago. He didn’t believe in the supernatural, but still was highly curious as to what was happening. His best guess was that it was from the parents. He arrived on the date and strolled into the mansion doors just to be grabbed from behind and hauled off.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Perseus two things: first he gave him a card with a picture of a hyena on it, then a mask of a stallion. “You’re the hyena. Kill the stallion. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Persephone Alvarez (Snowman, The Deer)]Persephone Alvarez is 18 years old. Persephone has always had an internal struggle between right and enjoyable. She tosses the term disconnected sociopath around in her head, but ultimately always decides to brush it off. Some people are just broken, and Persephone respects respecting nature. Her first squabble with morality came when she was 7. It was the last day of school in first grade and there was only an hour left. Persephone politely asked and was permitted to go to the bathroom. She didn’t have to go, school was just boring her. The janitor’s closet was right next door to the bathroom, and it had been propped open to keep from locking, probably because the custodians were rushing in and out of the room. Persephone quickly dashed into the closet and grabbed the lightest bottles she could find. She had a few should could read, like Borax and Epsom salt, but a lot that were just long strings of letters. She walked into the bathroom and emptied all of these various colored powders into one of the toilets and flushed. The water sizzled slightly, but there was no explosion like she had wanted. Instead, it had precipitated into a large solid that clogged the toilet and starting spilling over onto the ground. A male janitor noticed the sound of water overflowing and walked into the bathroom to find Persephone giggling and slowly following the vanguard of the water. He started screaming at her, catching her off guard. Her teacher could be heard outside yelling and running towards the bathroom, so Persephone copied something she had seen on TV and pulled the janitor’s pants down, accidentally catching his underwear too. Mrs. Merriweather burst into the room as the still nude custodian tried to quickly pull up his pants. Persephone’s chemistry lab was overlooked, the janitor fired and arrested, and Persephone’s family gained a large amount of money from a lawsuit.
Persephone found her love for insanity that day. It frequently escalated. She turned to killing pets of kids she didn’t like, to keying cars, to pouring trace amounts of battery acid into pools, to stealing house and car keys off strangers in public, to her most publicized stunt. She had told her school principal that she needed to talk with her and a teacher she was having trouble with after school, but didn’t tell the teacher. Rather, she walked into his class after school, quickly and bluntly seduced him and waited to get caught in the act by the principal who was expecting a conference. The teacher was fired and given a light prison sentence, but Persephone was also suspended because it had been obviously set up. That severely angered Persephone who had never before been caught in her escapades. In a far more drastic reprisal, Persephone resorted to setting her principal’s isolated country house on fire after blocking all the doors and first-floor windows with planks of wood while the principal was in it. The arson was never officially solved, which Persephone thought was fair since her permanent record was never officially cleared.
Her stunt had taught her something though. The fire had dislodged a piece of wall that fell onto her. The minutely flaming piece of drywall had lain on top of her, slightly scorching her stomach for thirty minutes before it had burned enough of itself off to be light enough for her to kick away. Persephone never set another fire.
On July 5th she received a letter. It was an invitation to a private party, but the signatures were alarming. Why would the two men she framed for molestation invite her to a party? Making sure to leave the address behind for her parents in case she didn’t return, because she couldn’t stomach them winning, she set off to solve the mystery. Alas, as soon as she entered the mansion at the meeting site, she was knocked out and dragged off.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Persephone two things: first he gave her a card with a picture of a tiger on it, then a mask of a deer. “You’re the tiger. Kill the deer. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Justin Pailor (Andami, The Jaguar)]Justin Pailor is 20 years old. He never went to college despite being the smartest person in his school. That’s exactly the reason why. Justin was always the subject of ridicule and bullying. He has terrible asthma and that prevented him from ever blending into the cool crowds that he actually did deserve to be in. Overprotective parents forced him to stay out of school sports, but encouraged participation in an afterschool photography club. He was a member for about three days before recognizing how awful he was at photography. Instead he started a small group of bullied kids from surrounding areas. They developed a secret language, fighting style, and business stream. Justin also snappy some shitty pictures to prove to his parents that he was incredibly involved in his ‘photography’ club.
The club mostly specialized in two areas: hustling and conning. Justin headed both divisions. The club, later officially named Everest, had enough members that it could continue to function in the same locations for a few days without any familiar faces being spotted, but there was always a risk that someone would see through the game. Justin was security detail as well as boss. Their fighting style was mostly based off a combination of karate, krav maga, and tae bo, but Justin was also handy with a switchblade. Once they had exhausted the safety of a recurring location, they would have to relocate to somewhere they weren’t known, but Lakeview only had so many bars and clubs that would let teenagers sneak in. The club hit a schism in who wanted to run away and continue the gambit and those who wanted to stay and finish school. Justin stayed, but was concerned about those who wanted to go getting caught without his supervision and implicating them. Justin decided he only had one choice. He used his army of intellectuals to bust Everest from inside, but leave those who stayed out of it. They sabotaged their own members so the opposite wouldn’t happen. Justin had conflicted feelings about it, but he quickly forgot about them.
He protected his people as they went away on weekends to other cities to shark out new targets. They were rarely discovered, and when they were Justin could typically protect them. One day they were figured out though. A group of thugs was waiting for them and didn’t even wait to lose to start a fight. They targeted Justin first, smashing the back of his neck with a bottle. He collapsed and the thugs quickly dismantled the rest of the team, who knew the fighting style, but sucked at it. When he rose about half a minute later, all of the enemy were looking at him. There were five of them, and they had taken apart his seven member team. Justin picked up the now broken bottle that had been used against him and threw it abruptly, aiming for the eye of the bulkiest guy. In the same movement he lunged forward and sliced his fist upward into the next threat’s chin, which accidentally caused him to bite part of his tongue off. The last three didn’t look that large, so he resorted to his switchblade and delivered a solitary swipe in a semicircle that gave them all a small slash. He then targeted the nearest available one and stabbed upwards from below the ribcage. The man dropped as soon as the blade was out and the other two backed off. Justin reassembled his team and left. Their tires had been slashed, so they had to walk the fifteen miles back to Lakeview. This came closer to killing Justin than the fight did.
Waiting for Justin on his doorstep was a sealed letter. It was a threat signed by The Melted Half of Everest. They claimed to have a way of dragging the surviving half into probation with their old comrades, and would use it if he didn’t show to the meeting. So he did. When he arrived at the mansion he was instantly grabbed and dragged across the elegant hall.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Justin two things: first he gave him a card with a picture of a rabbit on it, then a mask of a jaguar. “You’re the rabbit. Kill the jaguar. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Clementine Veruze (Mac, The Bear)]Clementine Veruze is 24 years old. She has had a mostly happy and anticlimactic upbringing. Clementine earned almost straight A’s through high school and graduated college with honors. She majored in electrical engineering as one of three women in her major. As soon as graduating she was roped into a job by a power national power supplier. She climbed the ranks very quickly and met her eventual husband, Joseph Cantor, who worked in the marketing division. Six months after meeting the two were married and Clementine became pregnant. Tiffany Cantor was born on March 21st, 1954. Joseph Cantor was found dead on arrival from gunshot wounds on March 22nd, 1954. He had been on his way to the hospital trying to grab a cab when he was mugged and stabbed near an alley. The attacker panicked, not having killed Joseph, but he was clearly suffering and couldn’t be let go. He left Joseph in the alley as he ran off to call a friend to help him. A trail of blood showed that Joseph had dragged himself into the street, but there were either no cars around at the time or none that cared. The mugger’s friend drove up and helped load Joseph into the trunk. They brought him to someone’s house where the considered their options. Joseph had only seen his attacker’s face, the friend kept his covered. Joseph recognized the reason for this and pleaded with the friend while the assailant was out of the room to turn Joseph over to a hospital and kill the friend. It was clearly an option that had been considered, but the friend rejected it and shot Joseph several times on the spot. They dropped him back off at the alley and ran. The friend later confessed and busted both for their involvement. That was the way the confession read at least.
Joseph never saw his daughter. She almost never saw her mother, who needed a blood transfusion after giving birth due to an unexpected rare blood clotting disorder. Clementine was told of Joseph’s death 15 hours after Tiffany was born and given her father’s last name. Clementine reverted her last name to Veruze and went back to work when she had been expecting to take a few years off work to raise Tiffany. Clementine always held a severe grudge. She believed in forgiveness most of the time, but not for the men who killed her husband and severed her time with her daughter.
On July 5th, Clementine received an ornate letter. It read: “$45. I used it at a gentlemen’s club, and the leftover for dinner. I had ziti at Puzzo’s. Puzzo’s is far too expensive. If I kill a man for money, I should surely be able to have dinner and a show. Clementine my dear, I suggest you carry more money on you than your deadbeat husband did. It’d be a shame to die for almost no reason. At least it got those two hoodlums off the streets though, right?” It was signed, but the name was unfamiliar. Clementine ripped the letter and map included up and set the pieces on fire. The very next day she received another, this one saying the same thing, but at the end was a tacked on sentence, “Do you want to meet me?” She again ripped and shredded the letter, but kept the map. On July 12th she stepped into the large mansion the map pointed to and pulled out two powerful handguns. A heavy metal mesh net fell from above her, collapsing her to the ground and knocking the guns out of her hands. A few men untangled her and pulled by her feet across the floor.
After waiting a while in an empty locked room, a man with a strange fox mask on walked in and handed Clementine two things: first he gave her a card with a picture of a deer on it, then a mask of a bear. “You’re the deer. Kill the bear. Happy hunting.” And he left with no more words.[/spoiler]

Don't you say I didn't put time into this. Although the stories were super uneven, in both length and quality. My favorites are Evelyn, Perseus, Justin, and Clementine.

I don't think I had enough items.

I accomplished virtually nothing in this game. Went to the wrong places and learned nothing about anything. I'd be willing to bet I played the worst game out of anybody.

I vote my swordfish for most creative weapon.

I think you're forgetting that Lightning died.

Not only did he die, but he got killed by the correct person, because they figured it out. At least no one had learned your identity. Although, yours is kind of hard to figure out.

I think giving you the note to give to the Fox (which is what you were supposed to do, I don't remember if that's what you were doing) was supposed to open up an opportunity for someone to bust you, because otherwise yours was almost impossible.

Yeah, that was actually what I sent in for my action when the game died.

Actually, I wasn't, and I was trying to kill you.

Also, Darkie, my message told me that my target was Evelyn Forester (Marill). I thought I was supposed to kill the target. Isn't that the point of targeting someone?

Wow, I was completely off. I assumed that my hints were blindingly obvious to anybody in the thread that had a wife, so when only Andami messaged me, I assumed he was the real deal. I don't think I got close to Snow, either. Seems like I didn't have this game quite as wrapped up as I thought xD

EDIT: Was Andami trapped in the Servant's Quarters? I don't think he would have helped me kill my target, then. Teehee I messed up this completely xD

Yeah, Andami was basically ready to kill Marill, but Marill definitely thought Andami was his/her husband. It was funny from my perspective.

Freshey was sort of taking your bait if you read back. But Andami also read your story and probably just figured it out, which is why he was manipulating you. I think him and Mac were the only ones that I believed had figured it out.

And no, it was Ghost and Dwest in the servant's quarters. Sucks to be Ghost, he was in there when he took over, and never got to leave.

Yeah, that was right. Evelyn was your target, you were supposed to kill her. Marill was just confused.

This post has been edited by DarkFlashlight on Dec 17 2012, 11:03 PM

you're all mean