Ta-da! Part 5! Yes yes. I am glad to conclude the very first episode of The Mole: Agent's Elevation. I apologize for its length! But I am happy it is over for the time being : ) haha.
What will occur in these last moments of the players? Please enjoy!
Episode 1 (Final Part)
"Where did you-"
"Before I was going to dump another load, this is what happened," Snifit explained to them, the green card in his hand swaying back and forth with his swaying arm. "I was watching literally every sand bucket for something suspicious. I just knew something was up."
"And…why is that?" Tiny questioned.
"Because," said Snifit, "McHallyboo said there was the 'grandest of treasure' somewhere in the sand. So I just knew." Dashell and Tiny Kong looked at the player, incredulous.
"…and you deduced there was an exemption somewhere…from McHallyboo's one line which we, as players, aren't really supposed to get," was all Dashell could say. Snifit only nodded.
Dashell: There are a lot of moments in this game where I suspect other people. I didn't know whether to praise Snifit for his smartness or suspect him.
"I praise you for your smartness," Dashell said, giving the player a pat on the back. "But how are we going to exactly trade for it, if we want it?"
"I really don't know," Snifit admitted, sheepishly. "I just wanted to make it dramatic when I announced it to you guys. I'm not…really going to trade it." He faced the other two, who both tried to hide their frustration.
The clock ticked on McHallyboo's watch. The three archeologists were located into the center of the town, standing before a table that held four crucial objects. It was a suspicious sight.
"I hope they do this correctly," whispered Zess. "Or this game will become a disaster." The rest of the players were all lined up in a row, a very short distance away from the table but close enough to hear every word and every choice made by their three teammates.
"We have to win this," Dry Bones whispered to Piantissimo, who was standing next to him.
"Well, as long as neither you, or Flurrie, is the Mole, this shall go smoothly," Piantissimo replied back. "I have no other intention but to win the money." McHallyboo approached the three of them.
"Four objects were chosen from the inside of the shop," McHallyboo announced, standing on the other side of the table from the three archeologists. "It is now your job, as the archeologists of this game, to study these objects and give to me your answers to an important question: which object belongs to which player?" On the table, four objects were placed adjacent to each other under the blazing sun, almost glistening out to the players: the earrings, the waffle iron, the cookbook, and the dress.
"Out of the other seven players," McHallyboo added to them, "you must select which four matches with which." Mimi, from the row of players, gasped.
"Out of the seven people?" she said with worry. "I didn't know it would be out of all seven of us!"
Mimi: I chose those earrings, and I was like, oh my gosh. I thought it was just going to be between the four shoppers they would have to distinguish. I did not know it would be out of the shoppers AND the diggers!
"You have just five minutes to make your choices. Time starts…now!" The three players, immediately, went up to the objects and grabbed them into their hands.
"Okay, first one!" Dry Bones said, picking up the dress. "This object looks like it coincides with the females in the group, so it could be that."
"Yes, quite obviously," Flurrie said. Dry Bones looked at it for a second.
"But then...it could be some sort of reverse psychology. Could it be that a male picked this dress?"
"A male?" Piantissimo immediately inquired. "It's possible, but really? I don't think one of the guys would choose a dress to describe themself."
"I don't know, but what if one of them has a wife?" Dry Bones suggested with wonder, shrugging.
"I think that dress looks exactly like Princess Éclair's, and that is that," Flurrie said, studying it. "It's an obvious choice. The designs look similar to hers."
"I think so too," Piantissimo said, giving it another look. "Let's save this for Éclair…or…" He looked at it again.
"Or possibly Mimi." The players moved onto the waffle iron.
"This looks like some constructed piece of equipment from 50 years ago," Dry Bones immediately realized. "It…looks like an antique." He jumped up.
"Maybe someone like Mimi, who's a maid and needs to dust things, would have chosen something like that?" Piantissimo pondered, shaking his head.
"It's a waffle iron, no doubt," Piantissimo said. "Nothing…wait, Zess is a chef!"
"No, but look here," Flurrie said, holding up the cook book. "Who else would choose a cook book than the chef? The cook book is a clear indicator that the waffle iron is not Zess' object." Éclair, from the stands, smiled at Flurrie's words.
"That is true," Piantissimo spoke. "Maybe if Bowser Jr. liked to cook with his fire…" The three players faced each other.
"The waffle iron must be Bowser Jr's!" Flurrie spoke up.
"Yes!" Mimi said excitedly, high-fiving Éclair.
"I'm still suspicious…the cook book seems too obvious to be Zess'," Piantissimo said honestly, looking at it. "There might be a second side to it, and it might NOT be Zess' object."
"What!" Bowser Jr. hissed from the line of other players. "No, no, no! That does not make sense!" The crowd of players looked worriedly from the stands in the back.
"Okay…we'll keep it in mind." The three players moved onto the last object that was placed on the table: the pair of earrings.
"Okay…so let's think," Flurrie said. "I believe it is a female's, since none of the males on that team have earrings."
"Or like I said earlier, maybe it was a male choosing a feminine object, to represent someone else," Dry Bones said to the group, thinking. "It's a possibility!" Piantissimo gave him a weird look.
Piantissimo: I don't know if it's just me, but some of Dry Bones' theories made no sense at all. And he was serious about them. I wasn't sure if he just had an imaginative mind or something.
"It might be…but I would think otherwise…?" Flurrie considered.
"It kinda looks like…a crescent moon?" Piantissimo said, taking it into his hands. "Who is symbolized by the moon?"
"I do not know," Flurrie commented. "Perhaps me, because I am with the sky, but I am here."
"Snifit might kinda be symbolized by the moon," Dry Bones spoke up. "He's mysterious and all. Like…"
"The dark side of the moon?" Piantissimo pondered, looking carefully at the earrings for a second. "You know what, I think it is an interesting option, and I will consider it. Maybe it is Snifit's. Maybe it is a male's!"
"Two and a half minutes remaining!" called out McHallyboo.
"Snifit, I don't believe he would choose earrings…I believe it might be Mimi's," Flurrie decided. "Éclair does not wear earrings, and Tiny wears different earrings. Mimi would wear such unique earrings, with her perculiar style."
"So it's either Snifit's or Mimi's," Piantissimo said, then looked at Dry Bones. "What do you think?"
"Actually…I'm going to go say that the earrings look like Mimi's item," Dry Bones decided. "Sorry Piantissimo!" Piantissimo shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"It was you who suggested it to be Snifit's item in the first place," Piantissimo pointed out.
"No I didn't!" Dry Bones said defensively. "That's…wait, well, I did suggest they were Snifit's. My bad, Piantissimo." He gave a little shrug.
"Okay, let's go down our list," Flurrie told the other two. "We have a waffle iron for Bowser Jr, a dress for Éclair, earrings for Mimi, and a cookbook for Zess. Shall we submit a final answer?"
"I want to switch out that cookbook," Piantissimo said in a truthful voice, picking up the book into his hands. "It seems way too obvious to be Zess'. Maybe the waffle iron is hers."
Tiny Kong: That cook book was clear Zess'! I would have done a better job as an archeologist, than Piantissimo's irrational thinking.
"Maybe the waffle iron is actually Zess!" Dry Bones butted in. "Bowser Jr. would never choose anything near cooking!"
Flurrie: Oh dearest me. Right when we think we have everything finalized, someone brings in a new, rather ridiculous theory of why an object belongs to someone else and why it does not belong to someone else.
"There is so much speaking occurring," Éclair whispered to Bowser Jr. "I do not know what to make of it."
"Either they're just thinking really hard," said Bowser Jr, "or one of them is trying to mess up the final choice of the game."
"I still have hope," Eclair said, looking at the three players.
"This whole game is like...falling apart!" Tiny couldn't help but say.
"Then who would you think the cookbook would be for?" Flurrie asked Piantissimo and Dry Bones.
"I…don't know," Dry Bones admitted, sheepishly.
"Maybe Éclair," Piantissimo suddenly piped up. "Because she likes to make pastries."
"Oh dear," Eclair said, putting a hand to her forehead with weariness.
"You have around one minute and half remaining," McHallyboo said. The three players took a moment to look over their objects.
"Well, if we were to go with our guess," Flurrie said, "then it would be…."
"Look here!" Dry Bones said, picking up the cookbook. "If you look at the back of the synopsis of the book, it says, 'Published by Sports Agent Corporations!'" The three of them faced each other.
"Sports Agent…like what Dashell's occupation?" Flurrie said. "Oh…then…I guess the cookbook was chosen by him."
"Huh?" Everyone in the crowd of players, instantly, turned to Dashell.
"What?" Dashell said from the line of players. "I didn't even buy the objects. Don't they know that?"
"They don't," Mimi said with great worry. "This whole game is a train wreck!"
"Why would the word, 'Sports Agent' be on the back of a cookbook?" Snifit wondered to himself, looking at the player on the other side of him.
"OH MY GOODNESS," Flurrie shouted, then covered her mouth. "No, the waffle iron must definitely be Éclair's. She is from the Waffle Kingdom!" Zess and Éclair exchanged glances of alarm.
"What! How does she know that?" Zess shouted quietly, looking at the wind spirit. "I don't even remember Flurrie knowing so much about everyone."
"Are you sure?" Dry Bones said, picking up the waffle iron. "I don't remember Eclair saying that at all! I think this is Zess' item!"
"Yeah, are you sure you want to go with that?" Piantissimo asked Flurrie, doubtful. "Unless you're simply and positively sure."
"Oh, but I know indeed," Flurrie said, with a smile of triumph. "I know very well. Nobody would pick that object but her." Dry Bones and Piantissimo nodded, giving in to their teammate.
"Okay, so if the waffle iron is hers, then the dress…"
"Like I said before," Piantissimo said, confidently. "The dress must be Mimi's then."
"But then if the dress is Mimi's, then whose earrings are these?" Dry Bones exclaimed, holding them up.
"Twenty-five seconds," came McHallyboo's voice.
"Oh, wait, if you look at these…they're bananas!" Flurrie and Piantissimo considered Dry Bones' statement: they could see the similarity that the player had stated. The curved shape of the earrings and its tan color as well resembled that of a banana.
"Tiny Kong!" Piantissimo said, looking more triumphant. "The earrings must be Tiny Kong's!"
"No, it's wrong! It's all a mistake!" shouted Bowser Jr. from their spot, as Mimi went to muffle his mouth, since they weren't allowed to speak. McHallyboo shot Bowser Jr. a quick look, then faced back to the others.
"Are we still going with the cookbook being Zess'?" Piantissimo said, reluctantly.
"Yes, we will," Flurrie stated. "Final answers?"
"Final answers." Flurrie faced McHallyboo.
"Host, sweetie, I believe we have our answer," Flurrie said to the host. The host coughed, then motioned his hand to the other seven who were situated away from the table to come closer. As they made their way to the archeologists, they remained on one side of the table, as the archeologists remained on the other side. In between, the four important objects lay in front of them.
"The decisions on the four objects have been made!" McHallyboo announced. "Now, I would like to hear your final choices. Please, state your decisions one by one." Looking at each other, Flurrie decided to speak.
"For the first object, the Cook Book, we had decided that it was for Zess," Flurrie said to everyone. "Zess was a chef, and we thought it would be most appropriate for her to choose the cook book. So that was that. We were a little suspicious that, however, that on the back of the book, it displayed the phrase, 'Sports Agent' on it."
"Well, that was a close one," Zess said with a look of relief.
Snifit: A smart, Moley move is that maybe Zess chose that book, hoping that they would see the phrase 'Sports Agent' on the back. They would have mistaken the cook book for being Dashell's because of that word. It was a strange coincidence.
"That is five-thousand coins to the pot," McHallyboo told the players, "because yes, that is Zess' object! Congratulations." All the players clapped and cheered in the middle of the desert town.
"For Object Two," Flurrie spoke up, "we did the waffle iron. At first, we believed it was Bowser Jr's. But then I remembered at the last second that Éclair is from the Waffle Kingdom. So we had chosen Éclair for the waffle iron."
"That decision is…incorrect," McHallyboo said. Flurrie's mouth opened with shock, as Piantissimo kicked the sand beneath him.
"I knew it!" Piantissimo said. "I knew Éclair didn't even tell us anything about a Waffle Kingdom and wouldn't have picked that for her own object!"
"I am, indeed, from the Waffle Kingdom," Éclair spoke up. "I did not know Flurrie knew that." Éclair seemed to bow apologetically to Flurrie.
"It is okay," Flurrie said, then faced Piantissimo with a look of repugnance.
Zess: You have to admit, it was very fishy that Flurrie knew that information. None of us knew any information about each other, so how did she know something so insignificant, that applied to this game?
"For Object 3," McHallyboo continued, "you as a group decided that it was Mimi's. But it was Éclair's dress." This time, Piantissimo's mouth dropped open, having suggested the choice.
Flurrie: Piantissimo simply had to fall the dress to be under Mimi, even before I had mentioned the entire waffle situation. He, out of everyone, sabotaged first.
"I thought it would be Mimi's," he said, still stunned. "But listen guys!" He faced the crowd of players.
"If Flurrie didn't change her mind about the waffle iron, then none of this would have happened!"
"You are a lover to the blaming goddess, are you not?" Flurrie realized, keeping her temper cool, in opposition to her teammate. "Do not blame me, just because I am knowledgeable and quite less dim-witted than you." Mimi giggled at her sentence.
"And so these earrings," McHallyboo finished, "were not Tiny Kong's. They were Mimi's." This time, it was Dry Bones who looked shocked.
"But, you see…" he protested, and then hung his head. "I really thought it would be Tiny Kong' earrings! Look." He held them up for the rest of the players to see.
"Don't they look like bananas?"
Dashell: You had Dry Bones, who was making up strange theories on the objects the entire end of the game, and then Mimi, who selected such ambiguous earrings. You can't help but think: if one of them is the Mole, then did their sabotage well.
"Who chose the waffle iron, in the first place?" Piantissimo demanded. "Show yourself! Mole!" For a moment, no one stepped up. But then, it was Éclair who stepped boldly from the line of players.
"It was I who had selected the waffle iron," said Éclair, bowing down to the three archeologists. "I had believed it would be the best decision for the group. It is my fault, and for that, I am sorry." Dashell, from behind her, could only stare forwards. He had a look of sorriness on his face.
Dry Bones: Eclair, now that was suspicious...but I can't help but suspect that someone else had a say in choosing that waffle iron. Mimi or Bowser Jr.…they both have a way with words, and I don't think the blame should only fall on one person only.
Tiny: There was a bunch of suspicious activity in this game. And for all we know, the Mole just sat back in the background, laughing at everything that had gone wrong in this mission.
Zess: The archeologists…why, they did an awful job! I could have done a ten times better job than some of the players on that team. It makes me think that there was some purposeful sabotage...some way or another in this game.
"Well, never the less for this game, you all lost 15,000 coins for this game…due to many reasons," McHallyboo concluded, picking up the moon earrings from the table. "That is all. However, the pot takes home 5,000 coins. So your efforts, as much as many of them were faulty, did not go in vain." The players, even with their loss, still had a win. They clapped.
Team Pot
15,000 COINS
"Oh, and one more thing," McHallyboo spoke up, almost forgetting. He faced the lone player in the red suit, who looked a bit taken back by McHallyboo's mention.
"Snifit was able to find an exemption hidden in the sand," the host explained. "I did mention that the sand lot would hold the grandest of treasures. Snifit: you will NOT be eliminated for this first episode." The players all looked at Snifit with awe and surprise. Some of them looked at him with jealousy.
Tiny Kong: It IS kind of suspicious, the way he found his exemption. I don't even think he could get a clear look of his bucket from inside the excavator. So how did he know it was there?
"Diggers, great job today," McHallyboo said, and he gave a small wink to Tiny Kong and Dashell. Tiny Kong smiled a bit.
"Well, this mission is over," McHallyboo said, who continued looking at the earrings he was holding. "I must warn you all, that when the moon rises, you will know that the time will be closer to one of you leaving." The players all turned to him.
"Because tonight, you will be all taking your first quiz about the Mole. And after that, one of you…the first victim of this game…will leave this game."
There were special reservations made in the inns of Yold Town for the day. Sharing four rooms once again, it was almost as if the players' tents from earlier in their game transformed into bedrooms for the remainder of Episode 1. However, that night…one of them would be leaving the land of the desert. The land of the Mole.
"Flurrie is absolutely the Mole!" Piantissimo said, facing Bowser Jr from his bed. "Or Éclair. It is infuriating, especially when one insults you in a game!" He removed his glove, and instead of putting it on a drawer desk like usual, threw it against the room's wall with anger and weariness, causing Bowser Jr. to jump.
"Hey, dude, calm down!" Bowser Jr. said, his face genuinely filled with alarm. "You're getting mad over some, well, fictional game! This is all fake! Everything in this game is fake! Look: even the sun is fake!" Bowser Jr. pointed out the window, and both players saw that indeed, after studying it for the past day, the sun could not truly resemble the true image of the sun in their real world. Piantissimo was looking at the carpet ground.
"So no need to get riled up...we'll play this game together, huh?" Bowser Jr. said, offering his hand out to Piantissimo.
"Yes." Piantissimo took another breath, looking down. "Please do not mind me. I am being a bad player." They were in their room: room 250, and while most of the players were exploring outside the building, the two players decided to discuss in their sanctuary of their room. No words could be heard, and their words couldn't be heard either.
"Your suspicions of Flurrie hold substance," Bowser Jr. told him, looking out the window. "But Piantissimo, come on. You can't help but notice that there was a lot of background, suspicious activity in that game." The player opened his journal, and then looked back at Piantissimo.
"The Mole, this season, probably likes to stay in the background," Bowser Jr. told Piantissimo.
"What makes you say that?" Piantissimo asked with a blank look.
"It's pretty simple," Bowser Jr replied, taking out a pen, then quickly, be began drawing a small diagram in his journal. After a small moment of pen-drawing, he got up, showing Piantissimo the arrangement of circles and squares he had drawn on his page.
"It looks rather complicated," Piantissimo commented with a voice of disinterest.
"The game originated at the point of the treasure hunters. They retrieved the coins, the shoppers bought objects with the coins, and you, the archeologists, judged the objects which were bought by the coins." Piantissimo just looked at the diagram.
"So?" said Piantissimo, still not sounding interested.
"In order to buy objects, the shoppers needed money," Bowser Jr. elaborated. "And guess what happens when the treasure hunters don't dig enough cash for us?" Piantissimo looked at him.
"You wouldn't be able to buy objects that defined you guys better," Piantissimo realized. He thought, but then swiftly shook his head.
"But Dashell or Tiny Kong cannot be the Mole?" Piantissimo scoffed. "Hah! You think I would believe that Dashell, the one who says 'Do not vote for me?' is the Mole? It is a trick by him."
"Or so you might think," Bowser Jr. said. "Maybe it is a trick, Piantissimo. Maybe it is a trick."
Piantissimo: I guess you had to consider every single combination of suspicious activities. Some people weren't suspicious unless you studied them more.
"It is an interesting perspective," Piantissimo considered. "But okay." After a little bit of hesitation, he put on his orange shirt: his attire for the final quiz.
"First quiz: tonight," Bowser Jr. reminded him. "Let's both do our best to not get executed." He looked into his journal, which was one full of emptiness: he needed to write more in it before the first quiz of their game.
"Éclair!" came a voice from down the hall. As Éclair turned around from exiting her room in the inn, she saw Dashell, making his way over to her in the hallway.
"Oh, good evening, Dashell," the princess replied politely. She was wearing a white dress, the air in the hallway making it expand in a beautiful manner.
"Oh…it is a nice dress you are wearing," Dashell said, his mind drawing blank as he tried to start a conversation with the player. "From a distance, you looked like some sort of…big cloud." They stood in the hallway, silent.
"Oh…thank you?" Éclair replied, more confused than ever.
Dashell: Man. Sometimes, my conversations don't begin at all as I like them to.
"So, I just wanted to say that earlier in that mission, when they had to pick the objects, and Piantissimo called someone to take the blame, and you stepped up…" Dashell began, looking down at the carpet. Éclair looked at him, still puzzled.
"I just wanted to say that it was really brave of you to step forwards like that," Dashell told her. "I wouldn't have been able to step forward, if I had made a mistake like that in this game. It was a really brave action." The princess looked surprised at his words, then faintly smiled. She turned to face the other way.
"It is always proper to step forwards and swallow your pride," Éclair said, looking down the hallway of the inn. "It was a lesson from my own mother, and I will teach it to my children as well. It is how I live and how I wish everyone to live. It is…nothing to be admired for in this game." She faced Dashell.
"But, thank you for your kind words, Dashell" she told him. Dashell shook his head heavily, feeling relieved.
"No, not at all, please," he spoke to her. "You know, I just felt bad, that's all. People like you being blamed, even when they don't deserve to be blamed. Which is kind of funny to think that in this game, since everyone gets blamed anyway." He cleared his throat.
"Before I go off, I just wanted to tell you one thing," he decided to say, and he took something out. "I saw something today, that might mean something or not. This coin..." He paused for a second. "It fell out of Tiny Kong's pocket. I was there when it fell out." He looked around their location, almost as if the discussed player was around them.
"What is the meaning?" Éclair asked, not understanding. Dashell, after a second, just shook his head.
"N...nothing.. Never mind," Dashell said, shaking his head. "I don't want to get you on the wrong track or anything, in case it wasn't anything important. You know, if she's not the Mole, I don't want you executed for believing me." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Please believe whatever you want," Dashell said to her. "It's your game, anyway. I can't control it." Eclair looked at him.
"I am thankful. Regardless if they help me or not…thank you for your words," Éclair spoke. "It is kind for you to discuss this with me." Dashell looked up at her, slightly grateful for her sentence.
"Well…please go your own way now," Dashell said, bowing himself. "Sorry for interrupting you at such a random time, especially in the middle of this dirty hallway. You know, since you're used to golden walls and everything." Éclair covered her mouth, smiling at the Pixl's statement.
"Yes. It was a pleasure talking with you," Eclair replied, turning around to leave down the hallway. "Good night…I will see you at dinner?"
"Yes, dinner." Dashell nodded, then after a small, brief while, went down the other direction.
The sun was barely out. But Flurrie, Mimi, and Tiny still walked down the barely sun-lit pathway of Yold Town.
"So, Dashell kept on giving me these weird looks as we were getting out of the trash canister. And I don't know what was up with that!" Tiny Kong shook her head with incredulity, as Flurrie walked by her side. On her right, Mimi too was joining their stroll down the long path of Yold Town.
"Maybe he suspects me of being the Mole...whatever," Tiny voiced with a head shake.
Mimi: Tiny, I suppose I trust her at this point. But then anyone can be the Mole. But I need to find friends, right?
"Don't worry Tiny, I don't think you're the Mole at all," Mimi said, hugging the player playfully. "You couldn't be it!"
"You did do a good job digging too, I had heard," Flurrie said, as Tiny Kong smiled with appreciation.
"Thanks, guys. This game is just so frustrating to play." She, Flurrie, and Mimi all walked besides each other. The three females were walking the pathway that went down Yold Town, their first initial goal of leisurely shopping turning into a heavy discussion stroll about the Mole.
Flurrie: I could have been walking with the Mole at that moment, but I did not think of it. I had a large amount of trust in my two friends, but did I know any better if one of them was secretly backstabbing me?
"I didn't even think those earrings looked like bananas," Flurrie spoke, agreeing with Mimi. "That was sabotage right there, I believe."
"Thank you sooo much," Mimi said, rolling her eyes, as the three females walked on together. "And that dress. I mean, wasn't Piantissimo suspicious? It's like everyone else in this game is the Mole but us!"
"He seems too conceited to be the Mole though," Flurrie thought, remembering her events with her archeologist teammate. "And he was so serious in discussion…but like everything else, I will put more thought into it." The players passed by the important, eerier looking shop building as they walked on, the memories of the game still fresh in their minds.
Tiny Kong: There was a lot of suspicious activity in the game, that the list could go on for miles and miles. You just had to pick them up one by one.
"How about Dry Bones?" Tiny brought up. Tiny was holding her journal in her arms, peeking into it every so often.
"A lot of people kind of disregarded him in that game. But his choices for the objects were really…odd."
"True, his words did bring me to raise an eyebrow or two," Flurrie spoke, remembering. "But how can someone so genuinely afraid of heights be the Mole?"
"It's a good persona to pull," Mimi said, looking at the players and thinking sharply. "A silly, scared player. But…a coward Mole?" Mimi giggled. Flurrie closed her eyes, with a small smile.
"I have studied many actors and actresses in the past," Flurrie told the other two players besides her. "When it comes to suspicious...sometimes I can tell who is truly genuine or not. I have lost the skill a bit, however."
"Knowing how suspicious players are because of your acting experience?" Mimi said, almost admirably. "You have a great advantage in this game."
"Snifit is…I just don't know about that guy," Tiny said, shaking her head. "One second, he doesn't talk, and the next second, he has an exemption to the next episode? It just doesn't fit." She sighed, feeling her maroon blouse blow slightly in the wind.
"I wish I had an exemption…to survive this first quiz. But all I have is a clueless mind on who this mysterious Mole is!"
"Oh my gosh, the first quiz," Mimi said, squealing with fear. "I hope I don't get eliminated guys! If I do, then this is my early 'bye'. Bye!" She let out a frightened laugh.
"I wonder who the Mole is," Tiny said, looking at the others, "because if it's one of you, I'm going to die laughing!" The three females, amidst their fear for the ceremony that night, could only laugh.
"As much as we beg McHallyboo, he will not change the rules of this game," Flurrie said with a smile, "because one of us must fall." Flurrie looked up, and saw that even though it was still in the daytime hours, she saw something in the sky that made her mind remember what McHallyboo had said earlier just hours before: it was the moon, mysteriously visible in the light-blue sky to all of them.
The first quiz, of this unfolding, third season would be taken by all of them…very soon.
"Players of young and old age! …Mostly young, which means you might not appreciate this delicate beauty as much as you should," Zess announced with a grin, as she unveiled a dish she had been working and creating for the past two hours of time. In the center of the dinner table, the dish was situated.
"I present to you…dish de le Mole!" The players made sounds of awestruck delight and surprise, and they could only look at the created meal in front of them with elated happiness, impressed feelings, and laughter: it was a dessert cake, decorated with frosting, an outside crispy later, a plethora of scattered fruit, but the peculiar thing was, the entire food was created in such a shape that it was with no doubt the image of an animal: a Mole itself.
"My, my, a satisfying surprise!" Flurrie said, looking at the dish with delight. "No wonder you were busy earlier, when I had tried to contact you."
"You made this?" Mimi exclaimed with disbelief.
"Don't doubt an old chef's cooking!" Zess accused. "I can cook up some things better than most of you can create with a hand tied behind my back!"
"For some reason, I do not doubt that," Piantissimo stated from the front of the table, as they all, appropriately like a Mole, began to dig into the created dessert.
"It is…exquisite," Éclair said in a voice of enchantment. "I am very awed by the texture of the outer dough. Please, let us share recipes once this complete game is over."
"Being complimented by the pastry queen herself, huh!" Zess said, beaming and nodding to the princess. "We'll have ourselves a little cooking battle after this entire game ends, that's for sure!"
"This is just…good stuff!" Bowser Jr said from the other front of the table. "Nothing better than a dessert before a-" He stopped, mid-sentence, as everyone looked at him. Bowser Jr. started to cough, inexplicably, as if something within the food was stuck amidst his throat.
"Bowser Jr…umm…are you okay?" Tiny Kong asked with concern, sitting next to the coughing player. All players were on the edge of their feet with alarm and fear.
"Oh my gosh, it's the poisonous gas from last mission!" Dry Bones exclaimed with horror from the other side of the table, getting up from his seat. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry! Someone save him!" Everyone was up on their feet.
"I'm…KRRGHH…okay….glah!" Suddenly, he spat something out from his mouth, and the players were too relieved to know that the young player had stopped choking to pay attention to the unpleasant image of Bowser Jr. regurgitating an unknown, unidentifiable object.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Flurrie said, putting a hand to her chest. "I believed you were going to pass out and become executed by unfortunate default." The players, who were struck with alarm from the situation, began to relax again.
"Oh my gosh!" Mimi squealed. "Is that…paper?" But she was not looking at what Bowser Jr. had unfortunately spit out. She was looking into her own plate of dessert
"Paper?! What is this nonsense!" Zess exclaimed, as she stood up to look at the dessert in the middle of the table. Everyone else looked as well, and before they could do anything, Zess grabbed the large knife in the center of the table and raised it into the air.
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this," she said with determination. "Someone's been messing with my food!" She brought the knife down in a single slice, much to the horror of the other players. As the chef made her cut, and then gave another cut, the mole, as sweet as it was, was clearly and cleanly sliced in half.
"What…." was all a shocked Dry Bones could utter. Everyone looked completely stunned at the old lady's swift, aggressive outburst.
Eclair: She's such a caring old lady, and seemingly nice at first, and then you see her go quite crazy on a sugary Mole. Thank goodness it wasn't me who was attacked.
"Well, if someone's messing with one of my recipe meal creations, necessary actions are taken…even if it means splitting my dessert in half," Zess said, and she let out a hearty laugh.
"No…it can't be." The players' eyes were unmistaken: a small edge of a piece of paper, as tiny as it was, stuck out from the custard-filled inside of the enormous cake pastry Zess had created.
"...Are you…kidding me!" Bowser Jr. said, spitting out the rest of his cake devouring onto his plate. "There was paper in the cake?! This is worse than Season 2's note!"
"Yeah, that season had the note hidden under the tablecloth I believe…not stuck into the middle of the food the players were going to consume," Piantissimo remembered. He looked suspiciously at Zess.
"Don't look at me!" the old lady snapped, offended. "I'm the one who cooked the caked. I would never taint my creation with a note of paper. I take my food with respect."
Bowser Jr: She was denying putting a piece of paper…in her own created dish? But you know, I should respect my elders, and not accuse them. But thinking about it…she was the only one to suspect.
"Regardless of who put the note in here or not," Piantissimo said, reaching forwards the pulling out the piece of paper, which was destroyed, soggy, and partially consumed, "I will read it."
"Who's it from?" Dashell asked, his voice from the side of the table.
"The Mole." All players looked at the paper in silence, as Piantissimo read.
To the nine players in this game,
It's pretty cool to make your company. Disguising as the tenth person in this room.
You think this game is easy? Don't worry. Don't fret one bit. Relax with that thought.
Just know that whenever you take a step, you are in my world. My creation.
Have fun. You can't catch me.
The Mole.
"Okay…who wrote that?" Bowser Jr. spoke. Everyone laughed, but a little uneasily as a group. They were still suspicious of both the note's origins and its content.
"And why is the Mole telling us clues?" Mimi noticed, looking at it as well. "So we can figure him or her out? That is silly!"
"To taunt us," whispered Dashell. Everyone continued to eat their food, the existence of the note on their minds.
"Journal material," was all Piantissimo could say, putting the note down on his table space.
"Players, I believe you all know what will be happening tonight," McHallyboo told them. He was mysteriously silent for most the meal, and when he spoke, some of the players even jumped with surprise to hear the host's voice from the end of the table.
"Very soon, you will all face your first quiz of the game," the host said to them all. "It is tradition at the end of every episode for a player to leave. On a computer, you will be asked ten questions. Ten very important questions about the Mole."
"The last one being the most important of all," Bowser Jr. said, nodding and remembering the past versions of their very game with clarity.
"The lowest scorer on this quiz will be eliminated. They will leave this building." The players shuddered oddly, hearing the the sound of the strange word 'building'. It was an offbeat shudder that was indescribable. Their game had just begun, and they were already immersed into another world, or another dimension. There was, in some of their minds, not even a building to leave.
"Not gonna lie, I'm gonna be sad to leave this game," Tiny Kong said, twirling her fork on her plate, "but if it's me, it's me. I'm ready to go guys."
"Yeah, call me crazy, but if I lose then I'm going to congratulate the Mole for being so good at hiding themselves," Dry Bones said, almost laughing. "So bring it on! I won't be scared."
"It is respectful to be accepting your dismissal," Éclair said, understanding herself and nodding. ""It is of fate." The players, or at least most of them, agreed with her statement. Piantissimo just grunted, with half-agreement.
"Be it fate or not, I'm ready to destroy this quiz," Bowser Jr. said with a grin, looking at everyone else. "Is everyone ready?"
"My my, to the exit of one of us," Flurrie said, holding her glass in the air, as all ten players joined with content unison. Even the Mole wanted to give their farewells to the first executed player of the game.
A few minutes later, one by one, their games were put to the test. They all went to take the quizzes, one by one.
It was ten statements that put all of their minds to the test. Ten important questions would determine which players would be staying, and which one of them would be leaving the game as the very first victim of the game. The answers depended on themselves only, and every fate could only lie in each of their hands.
Tiny Kong seated herself down onto the chair, in a room that separated herself from all the rest of the others at that exact moment. She sat down, a little anxious but ready for the first quiz of the game. She looked at the laptop in front of her:
1. The Mole is:
-Male
-Female
Tiny Kong: The first quiz...I could barely take it out of nervousness. I didn't even know what gender the Mole could be. Both genders have been used already in the past seasons. Was it male this time? Or female?
Flurrie read the game's second question, reading it a second time to herself before choosing an answer. She controlled her mouse, a little hesitant at first but then selecting a choice.
2. When did the Mole enter the lobby of the building?
-First
-Second
-Third
-Fourth
-Fifth
-Sixth
-Seventh
-Eighth
-Ninth
-Tenth
Flurrie: It is simply and unfortunately all about the quiz, in order to move on. You could be thinking something else in the game, but whatever you put down on the quiz would determine a good move or not.
Bowser Jr. was already comfortable with the format of the electronic quiz as he answered Question 3, sitting in his chair as he read it.
3. Did the Mole get their jump wrong during Leap or Truth?
-Yes
-No
Bowser Jr: The whole situation with Mimi and Dry Bones in the first mission: You can't help but notice that they are both good candidates. Mimi plays everything off with being a young girl and doesn't take blame, and Dry Bones in general…he's just suspicious.
4. Which tent did the Mole find sanctuary in for the first night of the game?
-Tent 1
-Tent 2
-Tent 3
-Tent 4
Éclair looked at the laptop screen in front of her, unfamiliarized with the technological aspects of the game, but she moved her mouse.
Éclair: It is very sinister, if someone is trying to gain your trust but he is the Mole. I feel the Mole is trained to be very genuine and friendly. I do not want to think that about Dashell...but I cannot rid possibilities.
5. Which carriage did the Mole ride in on the way to Yold Town?
-Carriage 1
-Carriage 2
Piantissimo faced his laptop, shrugging. Most of the answers didn't seem rather difficult or easy to him, but a mixture of both.
Piantissimo: Am I foolish to think that Flurrie might be the Mole? She is an actress, of course, but perhaps that is too obvious of a choice. Her decisions as an archeologist were faulty, so therefore, she is suspicious.
6. What role did the Mole have during Purchase of a Desert?
-Treasure Hunter
-Treasure Spender
-Archeologist
Zess clicked on her quiz, squinting her eyes to read the questions. Never the less, she was sure of her answers.
Zess: Now, everyone seems to forget that Bowser Jr. can be a suspect. He's smart. For all we know, he knew there was a gas in the shop, and stayed there on purpose. Risky but smart. Second on my list, Tiny Kong. She's a friendly gal, but you never know. She's a perfect opportunity for a Mole.
7. Did the Mole have a chance to earn an exemption in Mission 2?
-Yes
-No
Dashell stared hard at his computer.
Dashell: It's hard to make friends in this game. Some say they trust you, but they secretly don't in the back of their minds. If I choose to appear more sincere to people in the upcoming episodes...I don't know if it's going to help me, or actually hurt me.
8. How many macarons did the Mole eat during the first lunch of the game?
-None
-One
-Two
-Three or more
Dry Bones shook his head. He didn't know what to answer, but instinctively, he took a guess and a click.
Dry Bones: Anyone can be the Mole! It's frightening. But if I had to pick a suspect, then maybe Piantissimo. He's too cocky, which is a great alibi. He didn't do good in the game either. He's an interesting choice, so he's my random pick on this first quiz.
9. Did the Mole leave the Inn building, between Mission 2's end and dinner?
-Yes
-No
Mimi answered Question 9, looking at the choices with thought.
Mimi: I really don't know. But Snifit has been getting closer to the top of the list…he's supposed to be really quiet, but something doesn't add up with him. From being too quiet to finding his exemption…hmm, we will see.
As Snifit moved his hand to answer the final question of their quiz, a feeling of apprehension still swept over him, despite the fact that there was exemption in his possession. It was a question, one which was the most important question of all. A question of intelligence, thought, and deception.
10. Who is the Mole?
-Bowser Jr.
-Dashell
-Dry Bones
-Éclair
-Flurrie
-Mimi
-Piantissimo
-Snifit
-Tiny Kong
-Zess
There was a beautiful and majestic fountain that sat in the center of the desert town. Its image contrasted that of the desert grounds that surrounded it, and as the water flowed from the fountain, the players realized it was more than just the opposite image of a barren desert. The fountain was the very opposite image of the suspense and trepidation that filled the air, as the first execution ceremony of the game was about to take place.
The players sat in their seats: ten chairs, which were placed right in front of the hopeful fountain. They waited in fear, as something was about to take place for the very first time in their cunning game: the removal of a player.
"I cannot believe one of us is going home." The new cast of players could only wait in anticipation, holding unprepared feelings as their host made his way to the front of the fountain. Beside him, a large television screen was stationary. Little splashes of water from the fountain could be seen hitting the host's top hat, but it did not stop him from delivering his words for the occasion.
"Welcome, players, to the very first execution of The Mole: Agent's Elevation," McHallyboo announced to the ten players before him, as all eyes immediately focused on him. "You have all just taken the first ten-question quiz of this game about the Mole, and very soon, one of you will be going home." The players nodded, each of them holding their own level of nervousness and fear.
"If I enter your name into the screen, and it turns green, then you are safe and move on to Episode 2," McHallyboo told them. "If the screen turns red, however…" McHallyboo paused for the smallest of moments.
"You are the very first victim of this game," the host said, "and you must then leave this game immediately." He turned to the last player in the row of many chairs which were situated in front of him: it was Snifit.
"Snifit, you are safe for this first elimination," McHallyboo confirmed, as Snifit gave a nod to the host. "You will not be executed, and will move onto the next episode automatically." McHallyboo looked at the other players.
"For the other nine of you, one of you will be going home," he told them. The ten players all stared back at him, ready.
"Let us now begin...the execution." McHallyboo took a seat in his own chair, and held the keyboard on his lap. The first victim's name, whoever's it was, would be entered in. The players faced him, their nervousness in the air.
"Tiny Kong," McHallyboo began. The player turned to McHallyboo, her eyes widening at the calling of her name. It was the first name to be entered, and hopefully to Tiny Kong, not the last.
"Good luck," McHallyboo told her. As the host entered her name in, Tiny stared at the screen, nervousness filling her body with each additional letter that was entered. The host pressed 'Enter'.
T-I-N-Y
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GREEN
Tiny Kong looked away from the screen, relieved. She would move on to Episode 2.
"We will go with…Piantissimo next," McHallyboo said, as his eyes went back to the key board. Piantissimo, however, stood rigid. The first time his name was entered, he had a swallowing look of anxiety come over him.
P-I-A-N-T-I-S-S-I-M-O
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GREEN
"I'm safe," he whispered to himself, sitting back in his chair. He folded his arms, but his face still showed the aftermath of nervousness.
"Mimi." The little girl simply looked up at the screen with an interested look, ready to see her results. Though she looked mostly scared than anything, her eyes gleamed with a little bit of excitement to see her results.
M-I-M-I
The host pressed down on 'Enter'.
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GREEN
"Well, I suppose I did well enough," she cried with a happy smile.
"Éclair," came the voice of McHallyboo. Though she felt fear, Eclair held her head up high with composure. She bowed her head down, as the host typed her name in. The host pressed 'Enter'.
E-C-L-A-I-R
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GREEN
The princess closed her eyes with gratitude.
"Good job," Dashell said, face staring at the green screen as well.
"Bowser Jr," the host called next, and the youngest player of the game immediately sat upright. He was tense, still unsure of how he did on the quiz, but he had a look of certainty and readiness.
B-O-W-S-E-R J-R
"I'm ready for it...green or red," he said, his voice, though nervous, ready. The host entered his name, slowly, then pressed 'Enter'.
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GREEN
Bowser Jr. sighed, laughing a little with mostly relief.
"Dry Bones…you will be next" said the host. The player suddenly looked up, as his name was entered into the screen before the players. As the host pressed enter, his eyes held a look of fear.
"Oh no," he said, barely looking at the screen. "I'm gone. I'm so gone." Before anyone could react, the screen changed color.
D-R-Y B-O-N-E-S
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GREEN
Dry Bones let out the largest sigh of relief, one equivalent to as if a crystal dagger was lifted from his chest.
"Flurrie," McHallyboo continued. Flurrie nodded at her name being called.
"You will be entered." As the host began to enter her name in letter by letter, Flurrie watched. She opened her mouth as McHallyboo pressed the 'Enter' button.
F-L-U-R-R-I-E
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RED
There was a collective gasp from some of the players. Flurrie looked at the red screen: she was the victim.
"Oh, my, gosh," Mimi cried softly, her hands covering her eyes. The ceremony was over. The red screen had taken its first victim.
"I am sorry, Flurrie," the host said, as the host rose from his seat. "You are the first victim of the Mole, and must leave this game. Please follow me." Flurrie closed her eyes momentarily, then opened them again.
"It appears it is me," she said, warmly but sadly smiling at everyone around her. "Good luck, players. You all have made my game here wonderful." Standing up, Flurrie followed the leaving path of McHallyboo. The two of them, within seconds of walking into the distance of the town's ground, were gone.
The players were still in their chairs, and the fountain, once again, contrasted something else: the sound of silence and loss.
"Flurrie," McHallyboo told the wind spirit, as the two individuals made their way to the entrance section of the town. "It saddens me very much to see you to leave this game. You definitely brought life to many, many parts of it." The adventure for the player besides him had come to an end.
"This game…I cannot describe it" Flurrie said to the host, and although she was sad to be leaving, the player had a bittersweet smile on her face that remained for the remainder of the walk. "This area is quite magical. It was an experience I have never had before. What a gift to experience, yes! And I shall not forget it."
"I…did not expect her to go," Tiny Kong said, her voice and face both downhearted. "I did not expect Flurrie to be the first eliminated. At all."
"She was the most outgoing...a really great and cool player," Dashell spoke up. "Ever since the beginning of the game. I realized she was trying to get everyone together and compatible in the lobby. She made me realize this game could be likable."
Flashback Flurrie: "Well, even if we trust each other or not, we should still greet each other, because it's the mannerly thing to do. And we all have. My, we have all become so much more compatible with each other!" (the player look at each other in the lobby, hesitantly at first)
"I remember her in the beginning of the game too!" Bowser Jr. laughed. "She was all like, 'Let's be friends!' and I…I don't know about you guys…was like, 'Never in a million years!'" The players laughed bittersweetly, the light-hearted memory of their friend making some of them smile and some of them even shed a tear for their departed friend.
"And now…we actually are sort of friends," Bowser Jr. said, sniffing.
"I will never forget these magnificent people," Flurrie said to the host. "Every one of them is so unique, and so fun to be acquainted with and to discuss with. I will miss them the most of this game."
"What won't you miss about leaving this game?" McHallyboo asked the player curiously. Flurrie thought for a small moment.
"The whole craziness of having to take in ten things at once," Flurrie said, amused. "And my, my. My head really was going with a spin with the whole concept of the Mole. I didn't think I could last another episode." With a laugh, she turned to McHallyboo.
"But, it was all still the most pleasant and wonderful of rides," she said to McHallyboo in the most content of voices.
"I think she put a lot of wisdom into this crowd," Zess said, reminiscing with a grin. "She was the savior during our second mission. She was wonderful enough to spare us that misery. Good for her!"
Flashback Flurrie: (speaking during Mission 2) "I have been in my past years a self-centered person…So I will not press this silly button, just to help myself and hurt other, nice people. Even if one of them is the devious Mole." (Piantissimo and Dry Bones face her, flabbergasted)
"I can't imagine what it'd be like to be shocked every time we touched an object," Zess said, shaking her head.
"Yeah…about that small incident," Dry Bones said, as everyone laughed.
"There was a large existence of compassion and kindness in her," Éclair said, looking at the others. "I could see it in her soul. When I saw her, there was a warm light emitted from her presence."
"Oh my gosh, me too," Mimi said, who had been burying her head from crying. "I felt like…these waves of kindness come out from her. When I was with her, I was like, super nicer than usual!" She buried her head again.
"Nine players," Piantissimo said, looking into the distance where Flurrie had walked into. "There's no longer ten, is there?"
"This game has become harder." The players sat in more silence. The fountain seemed to die in power, as its splashes became less.
As Flurrie approached the edge of the town, she gasped, almost frightened by what lay ahead of her.
"A….black hole?" The desert that existed past the pavement of Yold Town was no longer there. Instead, the sight of swirling debris, unrecognizable pixels, and a vast distance of unknown grey and black shades existed ahead of the player. It was almost as if a hurricane in space existed before Flurrie, and she felt slight terror, but awe.
"McHallyboo, you are not to say I will be jumping into this…abyss," Flurrie said, at first shocked, but then she lightly smiled. "But perhaps it will be my jump in this game…because I did not jump earlier like the others had in the first mission." McHallyboo smiled as well.
"Do not worry, Flurrie," McHallyboo said with a reassuring voice. "Once you jump through this vortex, you will be right outside the building that you had first entered this game from…out of this world. Out of this creation of the Mole." He grinned.
"Your luggage is waiting on the other side, too."
"Well, a relief to know. I cannot go back home without my beautiful belongings," Flurrie said, and looked at the host.
"Thank you, McHallyboo, for this delightful experience," she said. The host tipped his hat to her. Closing her eyes, she let her body fall off the edge of Yold Desert, off the created cliff that was larger than any cliff created before in the game. Her body became one of the fragments in the air, which was disappearing from the created world within the building. Twirling around the enormous black hole of unknown content, the player could shout as her body was flung right and left. But before she could become terrified, in her eyes, a white flash was produced.
"Huh…I am...I'm afraid I do not know." Flurrie rubbed her eyes, as if she had woken from a great slumber. The world was different, to her puzzlement. The ground was no longer a grass land, or a desert. It was a curious feeling. She looked around her, and saw her bag besides her on the pavement.
"Am I…?" As the real moon shone above her, she realized: she was outside of the building.
And that is the end of Episode 1! I was very glad to present it!
Flurrie, the madame of Boggly Woods, has been declared the first victim of the Mole! And after her, many more to come! I hope you enjoyed this first episode, but may I say, this is only the beginning of the Mole.
sixthsense6: Thank you! And I'm sorry that your executed predictions were not correct! But hopefully, and the good thing is, I do hope Flurrie's execution served, if at least a slight, surprise to you! xD.
fredthemontymole: Ah, memories of the Mole from the American second season. You know, people thought Bobbery of my last Mole season was the Mole, due to his similarities. I'm happy that got covered up in his exaction : ) heh. Good deductions!
Coooool123: About your story, I would love editing! But I must decline the offer for two reasons: I have edited stories in the past and have not done an amazing job on them. I tend to change little tidbits too much, which is not what an editor should do x'P so im truly sorry. However, I am aware that FF has a "Beta Reader" option. Not sure how it works, but perhaps you can look into it!
Blucad: A great analyses! And thank you for noticing the characterizations : ) it makes be joyful to hear that. About what you said with Flurrie (now that she's executed, it does not matter heh) I really wanted to put in that "monologue"! It showed the light and noble part of her personality, and I wanted to include that side of her before she departed. And along with you mentioning Bowser Jr's and Mimi's silliness, I looked back and just realized what humorous players they really are in the game! x) Mole or not.
PSULucky: I really, really liked your second "character run-through"! : ) It even made me even realize MYSELF the characteristics of how each character really is, haha. The characters you stated that you liked (Dashell, Éclair, Piantissimo), I feel like if they were in real life…I'd like them a lot too xD. And in addition, I notice how some of the characters have actually changed quite a small bit since Chapter 1. Very intriguing, even to me! Hopefully as the players lessen and there are less choices, the Mole will shine to you!
FireKai: Haha! I am imagining the flammability of the gas and what the lighter would have done to the poor players, if it was. My Final Destination stories, there are such good memories evoked from that one sentence! I actually went back today out of boredom and time to read "Death Riding", and yes, how time has passed! As for the 'Final Destination' clues, hehe, yes! I feel like some readers had already been spoiled on the next victim, so this season, I shall omit : ) and really good suspect/action guessings!
Ice Empoleon: It is a pleasure to see you, Ice Empoleon! And I actually have absolute fear and trepidation when I read you reviews: your deductions and scrutiny in guessing the Mole/certain qualities are just…so…top notch! I know you got the last Mole, so I do not doubt it at all, heh. You were right indeed, for the first executed player was a female! But I do apologize that it was one of your suspects! Still, I look forward to your future reviews of intelligent examinations : )
And about Zess' less-than-tempered character, I will say this to all the readers: this game is taking place many years after the events of Paper Mario, other Mario games, and just many of the game in general. That is why, their characteristics, even in my series, tend to be a bit different (or same!) than how you are used to seeing them : )
Moley Koopa: A good formed suspects list, yes! And your last sentence made me absolutely happy: I'm glad you're enjoying it! : ) And think that things are getting more fun and fun. I plan to do that with each episode down the list, increasingly and increasingly. Arigatou for your review, Moley Koopa!
Anyways, that is that! Below are the results of the taken poll! I will list the voted players, from most votes to least votes. The question was: The Mole Agent's Elevation : Who is the Mole?
Dry Bones: 5 VOTES
Tiny Kong: 4 VOTES
Mimi: 4 VOTES
Zess: 3 VOTES
Piantissimo: 3 VOTES
Flurrie: 2 VOTES (EXECUTED)
Bowser Jr: 2 VOTES
Dashell: 2 VOTES
Éclair: 1 VOTE
Snifit: 0 VOTES
The results of the poll! First place, in audience suspects, is Dry Bones! Tiny Kong and Mimi tie for second place as the Mole. And third place was a battle between Zess and Piantissimo. Lowest suspected players are Éclair and Snifit, the latter player obtaining no votes at all. How will these audience polls hold in the future? These are very interesting results, guys! Thank you to everyone who voted!
Oh, and watch out for a letter from the Mole, on my profile! Probably by tomorrow morning.
Thank you guys! And stay tuned for Episode 2! Things...are only the beginning.