Everyone in the throne room was perplexed; who else could be the one responsible for all these deaths? Was Cello really the only one involved? Impossible; this was the job of more than one man. Who in DGames could have been working with Cello in order to kill so many innocents, and why would they do such a thing?
There was one man no one suspected. An individual hidden within the shadows for months, biding his time as the ever constant flow of DGames seemed to be coming to a halt. His agenda seemed pretty pure; a background mod that was simply too busy with real life shenanigans to remain heavily invested in the community, and who could blame him at the forefront? However, this man was up to more than he let on, or so everyone began to suspect.
"
J...
it couldn't have been you, right? There's just no way. Nah, couldn't be. He's a mod, for crying out loud."
Everyone tried to look at
J in a dark light, but it was too hard for anyone to point the finger at him under what seemed to be merely paranoia-contrived pretenses. Why would he do such a thing?
"Whether or not he wants to admit it, it's him. There are too many inconsistencies in what he has said. I know we all seem to think he's a good guy, but no one can deny the incredibly high likelihood that he has been working from behind the scenes to bury us."
J looked at the group and smiled innocently, slowly positioning an out-of-place umbrella over his head. Classy.
"You guys think it was little ol' me?! Please don't say such mean things to me...!"
Even with the pile of evidence hanging over
J's head, no one wanted to believe it or raise a finger. Everyone was at a standstill, unable to act or progress; truly a daunting exercise in futility.
Suddenly, the room turned to darkness; everyone could barely make out all the figures still in the room.
"Uh, what the heck is going on? Did someone turn out the lights?"
As everyone looked around some more, a dark figure slowly began to approach the center of the room. However, this figure was different than what people were familiar with; the figure was wearing a mask that had three glowing red lights streaking across it. Who could this new individual be?
The figure stared at
J, and then grinned.
"It's been a while, trite."
J's face turned from one of innocence to one of despair and urgency;
J clenched his umbrella tightly upon realizing whom the figure was.
"But...but...that's impossible! You're supposed to be dead! How are you alive?!"
The figure continued grinning.
"Poison is one hell of a drug. I was out for days...even now, I can't say I've fully recovered. I must say though, poisoning my coffee wasn't a bad idea you had going there."
The lighting of the throne room slowly returned to normal. Everyone looked at the figure, only to discover that it was...
A Totoro wearing a Godot mask?! It was BARDEEZY! WHAT THE EFF?! Even the narrator found himself speechless in this crazy turn of events.
"You almost had me, J, but it'll take a slightly larger dosage to put me outta my misery."
J began trying to run to one of the throne room entrances, but Bardeezy was too quick; with unparalleled Totoro speed, he rushed to the front of the entrance, effectively blocking
J's escape.
J, unequivocally flustered, shouted out at the phat Totoro standing before him.
"How did you figure it out?!"
"You were the only one who could've done it, it's just that simple. It took us days to figure it out though, I gotta hand it to ya."
J, recognizing that there was no longer any way out, stopped trying to run and stood still, silently smiling at Bardeezy and the group.
"Why did you do it? I'll give you one last shot before I send you straight to hell."
J took a moment, looking at all the people in the room that he had known for years, then finally turned again to Bardeezy.
"I almost had you all. I was tired of people jostling me here, to be honest. Every now and then, certain people would just be jerks to me and make me not enjoy myself in Dgamesia. I was tired of it all. When I became mod, I thought it would all change, but it didn't really...and here I am now, months later. I just wanted to be respected, and I wanted to get revenge against those whom sought to bring me down every time I entered a new game. It's not fair for me to just let go all of the bad things that have been said over the years. All the personal attacks that have happened in some of these games really stuck with me. I wanted justice."
Everyone was shocked to hear
J finally admit to his crimes. Bardeezy, on the other hand, chuckled while shaking his head.
"Hah! I'll tell you somethin', J-bear. Killin' people ain't the answer to your problems. Sure, we've had a couple **** heads here get way too into mafia games. Heck, it even happened during everyone's stay here, but what you need to understand is that we all have our own unique perspectives, as well as our own approaches to how we live, including you. It's a power struggle, really. At the end of the day though, we're all homies. We make mistakes, but we continue onto the next day still holdin' hands. That's what important."
Bardeezy took a sip from a cleverly placed coffee mug located in one of his Totoro pockets. Damn, what a boss.
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. After a few more moments of silence, Bardeezy spoke again.
"I understand you're a victim in all of this, but you went too far this time. Let's finish this."
Before Bardeezy could unsheathe his Totoro samurai blade though, blood slowly began to drip from
J's mouth.
J, despite the circumstances, continued to smile innocently.
"He poisoned himself!"
"Holy ****. When did he get the time to do that?! SOMEONE GET HIM A DOCTOR!"
It was too late though.
J's internal organs rejected the poison, and slowly he fell, collapsing on the floor.
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#HBC | J
has been lynched! J was J, The Ghost Mod, Mafia Ninja Vigilante! J's items, if he has any, will be given to the player who last voted for him besides himself!
"I know I committed sin and that I should be punished...but I will go out my own way. Farewell, DGamesia..."
After a few more moments,
J's pulse finally stopped. Everyone was sad, even though
J turned out to be the mastermind behind this whole plot;
J had been friends with everyone for years, and for it all to come crashing down like this was devastating.
Bardeezy took one more sip from his coffee, this time in silence. He too was upset from this turn of events...but the show had to go on; Bardeezy turned to address the group.
"Alright, Nabe and I are going to get this mess cleaned up. This game ain't over yet though. Go to your rooms tonight, and we'll try and figure out if there's anyone else involved in J's plan."
And with that...
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