Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!
Are you the serial killer that’s been going around murdering all my friends?!
Imayoshi cracked his neck to the side. Of course this person was the killer. In this online, almost-knock off of Cluedo he'd been playing for the last half hour, this other player was the only person remaining who could possibly have done it. Their character had the most motive, other than his own, and they seemed to have kept a distance throughout. Friends was a loose term, but the phrase which had been selected as the last choice option, to mark the end of the game. If he was right, and indeed he felt that he was.
The game, vaguely, was a murder mystery. There had been nine characters in the beginning, four actual players and five A.I.s, and over the course of the game, all A.I.s and one player had been killed off. One of the players were the murderer, and Imayoshi knew it wasn't himself. His character was jittery and most of his communication was done with a dozen exclamation points after his speech. It was tiresome. But, the motive spoken of recently was that Imayoshi's character had been friends with most of them, ignored as he was. There was a chat option to the right of the screen, and this Imyoshi utilised for the first time in twenty minutes.
LuckyNow: Are you suspecting me too? How funny it would be if we were both pointing the finger at each other!
