MOOO! HAAAAAA!
I have suffered my first (and hopefully none in a while) moment of writer's block. A gap. A time chunked out of important story essence.
Please forgive me as a writer for this occurence. I feel like, every time I do this, I just disappoint. But ahh, I'm so sorry.
(at least this is not as bad as in Saboteur's Island when I went that 6 month gap? ...hehe -smacked heavily-)
Anyways, you're all awesome if you're reading this again and just, so awesome! Thanks guys!
To make it up to you, I've included big twists this chapter. Yes : ) Or, rather...this special part has at least one significant twist in store below.
Please enjoy!
EPISODE 4 (PART 2)
"This is the great and miraculous Powdered Tundra!" Dry Bones voiced, as he quickly gazed over the words in the guidebook before him. "It is…these vegetations…" As the bus went over the bumpy piles of frozen grass beneath its tires, the book bumped up and down as well. Dry Bones panicked to keep his book still, but before it could fall down, Eclair grabbed it from him.
"…These pieces of vegetation have stunted growth from the low temperatures in the area, so feel free to take pictures," Éclair finished quickly, as some of the tourists nodded and began to take pictures. She sat down back next to Dry Bones, relaxed.
"Are you all right?" she asked with concern.
"Thanks for saving me,"" Dry Bones gulped as he tried to loosen his tour shirt collar. "I'm already fidgeting from nervousness."
"You must be confident to succeed," was all Éclair replied with a smile. Dry Bones agreed with a smile.
Dry Bones: I think a lot of things go terribly with a lot of players in this game is because they lack confidence. Not just me, but everyone else. We have to work on that before it's too late.
"Oh…we must tell the joke soon," Eclair remembered, looking at the little sheet of instructions McHallyboo handed them as well.
3 Things to Do Before the Tour is Over:
Tell a joke and make the tourists laugh
Cry and Sob Uncontrollably
Get the Bus into a Final Sing-a-Long Song
"I don't think we have much of a choice, but…are you ready to become a comedian, Dry Bones?"
"The salt one?" Dry Bones asked. Éclair nodded, looking behind her.
"Yes." Eclair then stood up on the rocky bus. The crown faced her.
"I must say, there have been rumors of seals living in the icy ground around here," Éclair said, hiding a smile from her face. "They only swim in salt water, too. Does anyone know why they only swim in salt water?" The audience before her seemed to narrow their eyes in genuine confusion, and the two players could see that their brains were all thinking.
"Because…" Éclair gave a wink to Dry Bones, who was to deliver the essential punch line of the joke.
"Because pepper makes them sneeze!" Dry Bones announced, as if the sentence was engraved into his sentence from memory. The crowd sounded in a small crowd of laughter, laughing lightly at the joke that was delivered to them. Éclair smiled and laughed along as well.
"Just kidding! It is because the concentrations are so different here in this wonderful land," Éclair added and finished. And the two tour guides sat down again. They faced each other, almost grinning to each other themselves.
"Haha…" was all Dry Bones said, he laughed himself to the seat. "I didn't deliver it as well as I could have, but they laughed anyway!"
"If I had been in the audience, I would have laughed along," she said reassuringly, and Dry Bones grinned. "You did so well in your task."
Éclair: Dry Bones, someone who suffered a bit from speaking in public in front of large crowds, was trying his best in this game. He certainly cannot be the Mole.
Course: 1/4 FINISHED
"Keep on running!" The three remaining runners ran past the final hill in front of them, and then, into safety. There was a metal box that was off to the side of their path of running, and they looked at it before running past it.
"Say, what's that?" Zess asked with curiosity, looking back to it. Piantissimo shook his head, and just grabbed her hand.
"If you ask questions like that and you'll be hit by THAT girl," he muttered, and they both saw Mimi to their far left, loading more snow into her gun. Flurrie had almost finished resetting her snow gun as well.
"What in the world…?" Dashell realized, and he saw in front of him a view of icy land. But as flat as it was, it wasn't at all safe: an array of holes in the ground came into view and startled them all for the path they were about to cross. It was an icy land trap, and each hole ahead of them contained cold-chilled water that could freeze a human, or player, if left inside within minutes. Each hole was close to five feet in diameter, all equal in size, and walking across the land blindly would result in a splash of unbearable liquid for the person who decided to do so.
Dashell: And if dodging snowballs wasn't enough…I knew exactly what McHallyboo meant by the game getting more difficult.
Dashell faced his teammates. "Run quickly, but just watch your step!" He hopped forwards first and began to run.
"With HOLES in the ground?" Zess exclaimed, and she tried to hop after him.
Zess: Dashell, ex-track star and young and healthy, just runs ahead…and I'm left behind, just catching up and not expecting him to just run of without me! No respect for the elders, not even in a snow war zone like this!
"They just had to dig holes into the water, eh?" Zess said with an unfortunate grin. "I doubt these are naturally formed!" They began to make their way across the ice holes.
"Umm, we better un even faster now," Piantissimo said with a startled look on his face, as he saw the two female shooters from their sides raise their snowball guns in the air. The three runners, each wearing their shades of goggles, proceeded to enter the land of indents and holes.
Zess: It was very hard to see. For all I knew, I was going to walk into water!
"Careful!" was Dashell's reflexive grab, grabbing onto Zess' shoulder and pulling her away from an opening of water within the ground, one which she almost stepped into. Zess stepped away, startled.
"I can barely see with these darn goggles!" Zess said, almost complaining as she and Dashell ran across the snowy ice.
"It's against the rules to take them off," Piantissimo yelled from behind, from behind the duo. "We have to keep them on until the finish line..."
"…or until you get shot," Mimi laughed lightly, her voice echoed through a speaker and hearing Piantissimo's line. She aimed her gun, which was hoisted on a little snow wall before her, and then with a single pull of a trigger from the sidelines, shot it. The snowball sailed, but it mistakenly missed Piantissimo.
"Whoa!" Piantissimo shouted out loud, the snowball landing inches in front of his feet.
"WAHhh!" Dashell let out a yell unexpectedly, landing in a hidden hole that was hidden under a layer of snow. In a splash second, half of his body was submerged in water, and Zess hollered with fear.
Dashell: Cold, cold….ice cold.
"Let me help you, you little track star!" she shouted, and he was successfully pulled upon the dry icy land.
"Whoa!" Piantissimo, who just dodged one of Mimi's shots, then faced her with a triumphant look on his face. He stood still, staring at her.
"You think your virtual self can still beat me, huh? Huh?"
"Probably not Mimi's…but my virtual self can, buddy!"
And then there was a single shot of a snowball, and it fired out of a gun. But neither Flurrie nor Mimi had fired the very snowball that hit Piantissimo right in the center of his chest and sent him towards the hole of water in the ice ground before him. It was the item of a player who met his fateful, justified end in Episode 2: Bowser Junior's gun.
"WHY?!" was Piantissimo's final shout of bewilderment, before he disappeared into the icy hole of water. Zess, who turned around at the commotion, gasped.
"Piantissimo!" Zess screeched out loud, but the only thing her yell did was catch Bowser Jr. attention. Zess looked at him in shock.
"Run run run!" Dashell voiced out, as he and Zess hopped over a water hole in the ground.
Zess: There was just another terror in this game. A shooter on our very field: the worst obstacle of all.
"Good luck!" Mimi shouted, winking, before she suddenly disappeared with a jolt of static. Her virtual self, and so did Flurrie's, had disappeared from the game. Two players from the past were permanently gone, and as sorrowful as it was for the remaining players, it only served as two less obstacles of danger for Dashell and Zess.
"What!" Dashell shouted, running forwards with Zess and his face full of genuine terror. "No one told me that Bowser Jr. would be ON the track that we were running!" He grabbed Zess, as they both ran across another strange metal box on the side of their paths. Too panicked, they continued to run more.
"And doesn't help that there's someone else has joined his team, for this last part of the course," Zess huffed with worry, looking to her sidelines. "Oh…boy."
"Who?" Dashell said, managing to glance to his side amidst his panicked running. His eyes looked and saw two dark holes, situated in the mask of a figure who stood on the sidelines with the metal object hoisted in the air. It was big, compared to his size, but something about the way he held the mechanical device with knowledge and perfection made both Dashell and Zess shudder at the sight of him. His red coat was already covered in a layer of snow, modifying him and disguising him perfectly with his surrounding background. He blended in with the snow perfectly.
The sharpest shooter in the entire game, Snifit was ready to take down at least one more player in the field. If not two.
The tour bus entered the blue cerulean iciness of the Angel Wing cave, and out of nowhere, the crowd became silent. The people on by one began to hear small sniffles.
"Do you hear that?" asked a confused toad lady sitting near the front of the bus. Some of the passengers perked their heads to the front of the bus, to where the sound was coming from. Éclair stood up.
"This is the…." Éclair let out an audible sniff.
"This is the ice caves of the beautiful Angel Wing cave," Éclair finished with fake sorrow that made Dry Bones stifle a laugh. But the tourists were alarmed to see that her face was not as normally happy as it was before.
"Are you all right…madam?" asked a concerned Goomba gentlemen in a top hat, speaking out to Éclair. Then, Éclair slowly began to burst into tears, as the tourists suddenly broke out in hushed alarm. Some of them covered their mouths with confusion and worry, as Dry Bones stood up quickly.
"There, there," Dry Bones tried to say comfortably, patting Éclair on the back.
"Does anyone know what has happened?" a concerned lady asked the stranger passenger besides her. As the bus continued down the glassy floor of the cave, Éclair faced the crowd.
"I'm sorry, people," Éclair said, pretending to have wiped tears from her eyes when there were none at all. "It's just that…that last week I…" Dry Bones gave her a sharp, worried look, then continued.
"She lost her dear pet hamster just a few days ago."
"She was like…my friend from time begun," Éclair said, and she began to cry.
"Oh, you poor child!" said a Goomba woman in a pink fur coat. "Please take your time." Some of the other guests around her seemed to be affected as well, and a few of them in the back of the bus were hit with the ripple of sorrow for Éclair's loss…or at least, fictional loss.
"Yes, yes," said an older boo gentleman in the middle of the bus, as he wiped tears from his eyes as well. "I lost my dear hamster a few years back too. I will never forget him." Within seconds, members of the bus were already in tears.
Éclair sat down, stunned look on her face. "Oh…well."
"They believed you," Dry Bones said, clapping silently with a grin. "Good job."
"Well," Éclair said, a little shocked as well. "Perhaps we really are quite brilliant at being true tour guides after all."
The land before them was now unblocked and straight, and no holes were in the ground. But instead of being free from anything else, Zess and Dashell saw that the rest of their path was littered with strange objects, metal and rectangular and too far in the distance to be identified. As they looked at these boxes in the distance, the final two runners of the game could only speculate their purpose.
"Ready, Snifit?" Bowser Jr. yelled his sentence with enthusiasm, running forwards after the others at the same time. Snifit took his aim with his gun from the sides.
"Aim…" Snifit's voice said softly, and then he positioned his gun upright against the snow barrier. He was getting his shot ready.
"Oh no…" Zess began, her face in terror, and she faced Dashell, who himself was facing something else. It wasn't the fact that Snifit was firing a shot that gave Dashell a chill down his spine, but he looked at the metal box just five feet away from them and paused.
"Z….B…." Zess tried her best to read a small sign imprinted on the side of the metal box, but with her eyesight mixed with the starting flurries of snow in the air, it was impossible to get its full name.
"Zess!" Dashell shouted. "We have to duck!" Zess turned around, flabbergasted.
"What!"
"DUCK!" Dashell lunged at Zess, at the same exact time that two other things fired. One was the deadly fire from a sharp shooter named Snifit, who fired his snowball gun from within his red suit. But the other thing to fire was not from the ordinary, and it was a small device made out of metal and a carefully mixed toxin that sailed through the air and missed Zess almost by inches.
"What in the blazes!" Zess exclaimed, getting back up and seeing what had fired at her. She had to squint to read its sign, and when she was able to read it, she still didn't understand its meaning.
"That's a ZB June," Dashell whispered, and he and the older woman sailed almost as fast as a dart themselves as they ran past it.
"Two already down…Éclair, we got this," Dry Bones said to her with enthusiasm. "We can relax!" But he faced Éclair, whose smiled had disappeared as she looked forwards, towards where the bus was headed.
"Yes….but…." All of a sudden, coming into view from the front window of the bus was a town. And becoming almost as frozen as the snow around them, Dry Bones and Éclair suddenly realized that the bus they were riding and touring was about to reach its destination. The tour, unpredicted and a tremor to bother of them, was almost over. They faced each other in shock.
Dry Bones: We had just exited the caves….and the tour was almost over! Oh jeez. Things were not looking good.
"What! McHallyboo never told me that the finish was this close!" Dry Bones exclaimed, almost out loud. Éclair jumped up to hush him, keeping him in his seat.
"It is okay," Éclair said, trying to keep her calm as well. "It is okay…we must…."
"We are two minutes from the end of the tour, and we still haven't gotten our last task done!" Dry Bones moaned with disbelief.
"We just have to finish one more task, and we are successful!" Éclair spoke up in a quick tone. "Please, you must calm yourself, or we will utmost fail!" Dry Bones immediately shut up.
"Then we have just two minutes to do…the song?" he said, looking distraught. "The hardest one of them all?"
"Just remember how you did it in the Dinner challenge," Éclair remembered, and Dry Bones and she both lit up. After a small second, Dry Bones stood up, being visible to all of the tourists behind him.
Dry Bones: I did it before…I did it before! So I can most definitely do it again.
"So it is customary, at the end of our tours," Eclair began, as attention of the crowd who was expecting nothing else in store for them all turned to her.
"To…do something that we always do," Dry Bones said, his mind flashing back to the events of two episodes ago, where a team of players were saved by his spontaneous, unordinary actions.
"Where we end our travels with a little song," he finished, and he winked a smile at Éclair. The tourists were just confused and taken back, but some of them were smiling.
"A…song?" questioned a rich-looking and very elderly Goomba from the front, his wife beside him equally lost. "What is the meaning?"
"And it is respectful to the land of Fahr Outpost to do a song, because that is what the villagers to at the end of every memorable special moment," Éclair said with a loud voice, standing up and grabbing Dry Bones' hand. Surprised and with wide eyes, Dry Bones just nodded.
"Well then…" One by one, the people of the bus seemed to ready themselves, as if still confused but not wanting to disrespect the aura of the happiness that was their tour and trip. The bus was about to sing.
"What song?" Dry Bones whispered nervously.
"Let's do a rendition of…" Éclair began, and then she smiled, seeing a little red-colored toad child point to his nose.
Éclair: Perhaps I shouldn't have chosen such a childish song…but were we not all once children before?
"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," the princess began with a smile, and most of the people on the bus, or at least the younger ones, knew the song.
Dry Bones: I never saw an elderly 80-year old Goomba sing so grandly a song from the back of a bus.
COURSE: 3/4 FINISHED
"Dodge!" Dashell stepped back from the line of fire of the metal dart, sailing and then landing in the snow softly as Zess looked back at it.
"Beejeezus!" Zess shouted, as her eye caught onto Bowser Jr's on snowball gun. "We're gonna get caught! We're gonna get hit! We are GONNA get caught!" Her yells were above the flurrying wind, which was just at its strong point.
"That isn't helping, Zess!" Dashell said, his teeth clenching as he spotted two machines adjacent to each other in front of him. A snowball flew through the air, and this time, it was fired by Snifit. But his frozen bullet had missed.
Dashell: Dodging both snowballs and tranquilizers…could we really do it? Was it possible?
Bowser Jr. suddenly stopped in his running, frantic.
"Come on!" Bowser Jr yelled, facing to Snifit on the sidelines and his voice hollering. "You just need one hit to stay in the game for another episode!" Snifit suddenly turned to Bowser Jr, a startled look on his face, and even Zess and Dashell's attentions got caught at the statement.
"Huh…?" Dashell said, feet frozen. Snifit was silent, almost stuttering something.
"I…err…" was all he managed, losing focus as he scratched his head. He was not focusing on the aspect of the game anymore.
"What on earth did he just say to Snifit?" Zess whispered out loud to Dashell, chaotic. Dashell just stood where he was, confused. For a strange second, he forgot about the game as well.
Dashell: What did…that line mean?
"Huh?" The game seemed to be in a moment of stillness, as if time had frozen as well in the cold land around them. No more snowballs were being shot, and the wind had already slowly died. Bowser Jr. and Snifit just both stood in their places. Zess and Dashell did as well. But one object didn't, as it clanked into aiming position.
ZTING! A single dart flew through the air, and Zess T. was hit right in the side of her leg.
"Those caves were beautiful," was the comment of one of the tourists who exited the bus. Éclair bowed to the exiting passenger, and Dry Bones, carrying the set of survey papers which each passenger had just recently filled out on a 1 to 5 scale rating of the tour, joined Éclair as the final tourist had exited the tour bus. Once the final passenger was off, they both sighed with heavy relief.
"We did it," Dry Bones said, grinning at Éclair. "We did it." He took off his hat and kneeled down on the snow, the papers in his hand and giving the pile of survey papers to Éclair.
"Now all we can do is hope," the princess replied, and she gripped the papers in her hands strongly. "We must hope for at least one 'Excellent' rating among these thirty ratings…if we were indeed excellent." She looked at Dry Bones with a sad smile.
"You did a stellar job, Dry Bones," Éclair said, looking strongly at him. "I am proud you were able to speak in this game. And it is unfair if we lose because of these surveys of other people judging us." Dry Bones looked surprised, taken back by the compliment.
"If we lose this mission, may we both agree that we are both winners of this mission?" Dry Bones looked lost in words.
"Éclair…thank you," Dry Bones replied, shaking his head. "I appreciate that. And even if we lost this mission, that doesn't mean we didn't do a good job personally though. We did awesome, in fact! I mean…" He looked at the sky, laughing.
"If they just knew that I suffered from social anxiety, and I was able to get over my social anxiety, then I'm sure they would have given me an 'Excellent' rating…." He paused.
"But no….unfortunately that's not the case." They both stood on the snow ground, hopeful in their results. A moment passed of falling snow, until Dry Bones spoke up again.
Dry Bones: She complimented me…so I had to think of something else to compliment her back. Or at least help her or make her smile.
"I'm sure Dashell would be proud of you too in this game," Dry Bones said with a nod, and Éclair turned to him in surprise.
"Oh…I mean, we're not really acquainted anymore…."
"You guys should be in a quasi-relationship again," Dry Bones said, smiling out of the corner of his mouth. Éclair could only blush, stunned.
"Ah!" A snowball shattered on the ground right in front of Dashell, who dodged it by falling face down into the snow. But before a second could be blinked, he was up on his feet again.
"Hit him!" Bowser Jr. groaned out loud, and then he suddenly vanished with a sudden spark, his body distorting as his virtual image finally disappeared from the snow world. But one other shooter still remained.
"The finish line." Dashell's eyes sharpened with surprise, his goal sparkling out to him as a single red flag. He knew that it was the end of the game, and the finale of the disordered game that took too many people.
Zsst! A ZB JUNE dart that he passed flew, but it was in no match to the speed of Dashell, making his way across the white snow and land as fast as he could to secure the money for the game.
Dashell: Victory was right in feel…and right in sight. This finish line was mine.
"Make it….come on!" he huffed, running as fast as he could to the waving flag that was planted into the snow. The snow kicking up dramatically around his feet as he ran, he pushed himself further, faster, and quicker to the end.
"Yes!" He reached forwards to touch just the edge of the finish line he was about to cross.
And then out of the blue, he was hit. A single snowball, from somewhere on his side, had struck him right in the face. He fell forwards, the sting of the snowball's hit and the realizing of loss still ringing in the air.
But something else, spoken, rang through the air as well.
"Congratulations, Snifit! You have completed your secret mission! You have just won an exemption into Episode 5!"
….and there you have it. That twist.
Also, two missions are done! Just what are the true results that resulted in each of these games…as well as what consequences did their actions cause? And overall, was ANY money won?
These WONDERFUL reviews that I have not touched back on in such a long time….I am sooo SO sorry! But I am so happy to reply back to EVERY single one of you awesome people! : )
FireKai: Right! The players are just suffering in their next location xD. At least the temperature was nice in the haunted land. Geez, tortured and tortured, aren't they? And I like your strategy perception with picking out the player who least pay attention to. Indeed, the Moles sometimes turned out to be the players in seasons who just did not get enough focus time, compared to other people. (Alaina in Australia 3, Bill in US 2). And it screws me over a lot!
Fredthemontymole: …Screwing with you? I'd never be screwing with you in this story! When have I ever done that? …xD Well, the locations are definitely contrasting each other. I'm taking advantage of the whole "you can go anywhere" location of this game! McHallyboo is too, that twisted mind of his. The tour challenge is something that's so typical of a Mole game, it's like my type of game and I would enjoy trolling the tourists on the bus, because…well, I'm a troll.
KhaosOmega: Hmm, ah yes! You never know what are behind the actions what the players do! Sometimes the actions could just be innocent, but sometimes they have deeper meanings to what meets the eye. So yes, good analyzing on this certain action of a player. : )
Fanfict1315125: It just could be! None is certain, but the only thing that is certain is that one of them is most certainly the Mole. And sabotaging is what they will do to the end. : )
Moley Koopa: Ah, interesting picks one execution player, and also on your Mole suspects! Things seems to change every episode, but sometimes suspects either change or stay the same. Me personally, my suspects always change all over the place when I watch/read a Mole story xD. Ah, good clue hunting on your part, and I must compliment your memory in remembering that scene from Season 2! Along with exact words. I compliment your Mole dedication! : )
PSULucky: Just SO happy seeing your awesome list of reviews up to this point! I'm just thrilled to see you back : ) I see new evidences and new suspects taking their place in your minds as I read your reviews, and I'm just like "Oh man! I love this guy's thinking". Yes, please continue to keep putting in your smart analyzations! Thanks so much and Im sorry for MY delay in writing! D:
Vivalahomestar: Oh dang…I must say, you guessed the twist?! Great job! Though, heh, I have not elaborated the true meaning of the final line of this chapter, but!You have done good in speculating just what happened between one of the executed players and the status of this game. And ah, good fair list of suspects, I must say! Thank you!
Luigenius: Ah, thanks for the mission compliment! So flattered : ) haha, sometimes I just have random game thoughts flying through my head, and then add layers, and then whala! Man, to see some of these missions in real life would be the crazy…the snowball mission, for example. Ugh…the beauty of snow and flying tranquilizers, haha. And ah haha, yes! Those picture clues keep me up for hours too (just trying to make sure their upload size is right lol doh)!
ElisaMichelle123: Ah, good thoughts! And suspecting! Really eye-opening and impressed with your clue analyzing, even of certain lines. Indeed, even some single lines in this story are very important : ) thanks for your review!
PJCanada: Ah, late replies from me! How ya doing?! It's actually awesome seeing your comparisons to characters in this one to previous Moles, and how they differ and coincide. Really, I miss Yoshi! If only he could come back…well, okay, but just not virtually trying to save himself from being pushed into water : ( haha. Ah, and final three/four speculating! Really appreciate that too and it just brings so many cool potentials and possibilities of who the final contestants are : )
Ice Empoleon: Ah truly, your Mimi reflecting really started to make me miss her! How fun to have been able to keep her around, but because she is gone, I so had fun incorporating her character into this story in the first place. That rivalry, and sassiness, combatted with that eventual niceness about her. And that suspect list….THAT suspect list. Can anything go undetected by you, Mr. Empoleon? Anything? If the Mole ever sneezes in a mission, I swear, you'd be able to see the sabotage in that and absolutely for some reason be correct about it xD
"Anonymous": Ah, put a name on you! You're awesome! I loved reading your reviews and gather of thoughts and words and good reviews all the way from the beginning to the end. Yes, please keep them up : ) Ah, the brighter vortex! Yes, good job, good job. And then you commented about the larger the fall the farther the execution…and I just squirted like root beer from my nose. That is absolutely hilarious and somewhat true xD
Princess Toady: Hallo hallo! Ah, you write such wonderful reviews like always and so sad for replying late. I missed ya! And I'm just so late. Anyways, I must high-five you for Mario Party minigame similar tastes. And I absolutely lied….I was quite a beast at 3-Door Monty xD. I honestly don't know what I was saying in those footnotes earlier. Oh, such good predictions! First and foremost, you definitely called Mimi out for not being the Mole, and lo and behold the execution : ) Smart stuff? Also, you really are giving me such awesome views with your speculations of the next executed and the final players. Anyways, thanks so much Mr. Toady and please, let us be more in touch! I might just write on your Facebook wall randomly soon…hahaha!
GoddessHecate: Ah, yes! The PM about the clue! Right? Just shows this game is all about unpredictability and things to just take in. And yes, ah! The Hostage mission! Memories.
"Guest": Ah, such great words! Your cries on the executed players made me flashback to their moments of execution too! Ah, sniff…let me cry for them again. xD hehe anyways, ah yes! Good suspect suspecting and your list of suspects! You brought up some really good points that I must just compliment you on so much! And I guess only time will tell, hehe.
If I missed you in a reply, please remind me by shooting me with a snowball gun! Pleaseeee!
Yes…the next episode part will take lots of turns and reflections : ) and interesting thoughts to just think about. Thanks so much guys! And I will see you soon! (hopefully not in two months, oh gosh x.x YO IM TOTALLY KIDDING ).
Thank you all so so much! And till next chapter! : D