Those Who Laugh Last Die First: a Blackmoon Detective Story
It was Friday, Hot, Sweaty and the kind of Friday you just wanted to go out with a beautiful Woman and dance the
whole day away.
As it turned out, I got a call. Someone who wanted to hire me. Someone by the name of Samantha.
Anyway as it turned out she was absolouteley gorgeous. The kind of gal any jealous frowning horny hunk of man
would die for. Litterally.
I forced my hungry passion down with a seven foot lead pipe so I could concentrate on the problem.
"So, Samanatha, what is it you want me to do?" I asked her.
She replied in a soft tone. "Oh Mr.K, if only you knew the horror, the pain of all this bloodshed. Someone I'm afraid
murdered my brother."
"Your brother? and what occupation was he involved with?"
She shivered and looked around to make sure we were alone.
"He was involved with the shadow priests of Sen-marld but he was also a Clown."
I nodded and frowned slightly.
She gave me an address and a key.
I replied my thanks and then went out to the area.
It was a lot colder now.
I slipped the key into the door and turned the lock.
Then I proceeded into the apartment.
There were stacks of old magazines, candles, paintings and lots of other junk.
I searched for anything that might tie in between shadow priests and this murdered suspect.
I found a strange symboled badge.
Just then some rattling from behind me alerted me to the warning of people that were about to enter. I quickly ran into
the bathroom and hid in the bath/shower area listening.
The door came down with a crash and moments later two men talking.
One man was talking about how they had screwed this all up. The other man was arguing that the comcorder ritual
badge was needed.
I watched them leave and proceeded to carefully follow them. At first it was easy. But then they began moving quicker.
And then....they weren't even there.
I cursed my luck and happened to fall down a shaftway in the floor.
Landing on a mattress I listened to the sounds.
I followed the sounds to a huge room with about twelve priest -peoples.
They were chanting. The leader was talking about the great death that had just occured.
That's when I sprang.
"Your all under arrest."
They laughed and began pulling for their weapons. As they did so I began shooting them all up with shotgun shells
pumping them into the bodys. Greenish black blood spurted out of each wound and It smelled horrible. Like sweaty
gym socks.
After they were dead I returned home.
I called Samantha from there and she replied back. Then I got some rest. A day's work well done.
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