"Snakes on the Board!"

[fossaman]

I began grooming one of my paws in indifference.
"Look, Sedodes," I said. "I can understand that you're upset, but that's no reason to be nasty. Controversial subject is a thing of the past, and only you fanatical few still cling to it's tenets. Maybe you or one of your lackeys let loose the snakes in an attempt to revive it. After all, I don't really like snakes. They taste bad." I began grooming the other paw.

"Now, there's no point in simply pointing fingers," I lectured. "We have to reason this out! Now which of us have motives for releasing the snakes? Granted, I may wish to destroy the controversial subject, but I refute that. I may not be devoted to it anymore, but it does evoke fond memories."

"So, what are YOUR motives?" I looked around the room with a feral gleam in my eyes.

[Eth]

  (cough cough)  Look, it seems highly unlikely that anyone would be stupid enough to release thousands of venemous snakes in an area and then stick around.  The culprit is either not present in this thread, has nothing to fear from snakes, or is suicidally insane.  (Eth looks significantly at RTyp06's corpse.) 

[FreakyM]

"Sedodes.. If I wanted to seize power within the PCS hierarchy, I wouldnt do it by endangering all possible future subjects..Besides, I rather enjoy the role of the right-hand man, as I see myself."

But a while ago, I sensed something horribly wrong happening somewhere in the depths of *Heavy Space*. It was as if something ancient had awakened.. but Lukipela here interrupted my investigations, and now I lost the psychic trace.."

[Lukipela]

Lukipela shot Sedodes a surprising grin.

"Maybe it should tell you something that you and the medieval marsupial are on a equal level in this. Still, I understand your worry. This is no ordinary situation, and success is still a long way off. I wouldn't worry much about Eth though. He's a tough old bastard. Some rest and he'll be back to new. His vermin can keep him safe enough."

Grin fading, Lukipela turned to FreakyM.

"As for you my dense friend, I doubt you have the pshycic sense of a walnut. For any emanations to make their way through that thick bolted skull of yours would be a miracle indeed. However, were you actually able to sense anything of the kind, you would probably have sensed the emanation of Argaraks killer. Someone brutal enough to attack a helpless immobile creature, and strong enough to carry him to his final resting place without trouble."

Eyeing FreakyM up and down, Lukipela smiled coldly. "In other words, someone not quite unlike you."

Turning on his heel, Lukipela walked out the door, and back into the forum. Right behind him followed Ichiban, eyeing the shadows calmly.

[Eth]

  "Come to me, my robo-vermin!  Guard me, that I my rest...  Zzzzzzz..."  Eth lay back, his hands clasped on his chest.  He faces was a sickly greenish color. 

[Sedodes]

OOC:  As I'm not subject to winning any points by convincing people that who I think was the culprit actually WAS the culprit, I'm basicly going to just find clues and present them to the group.  Since the clues will be able to be interpreted in different ways, you'll be able to have fun with them.

As our group once again dispersed, I began combing the room for clues once more.  Whomever had brought me here had to have left something behind be it intentional or by mistake.  Even something which attempted to derail our progress would speak volumes of our assailant's personality.

It wasn't long before my search struck gold; a small piece of crinkled paper and scuff marks -- a result of me being dragged by the arms or shoulders, no doubt, as not only would my shoes have dragged but my attacker's may have slipped as well -- occupied a seldom-used entryway.  On the paper was scribbled the following:

"Understanding is a two way street; in order to understand others, you must be understood by them.  Only after you've been able to develop such an understanding are you able to exploit someone's weaknesses and bring them to ruin.  Appearing benign arouses suspicion.  Appearing ignorant arouses annoyance.  Appearing apathetic arouses curiocity.  Appearing malicious arouses hatred.  The solution is to disappear.  Set your plans, walk away, and allow them to be carried out while you're not even there."

I put it on the table for display to interested parties as they came and went, then I continued looking for more clues.

[FreakyM]

[*bump*OOC] This is not over yet.

[Eth]

"Zzzzzzz...."

[Eth]

  Eth wakes from his coma, with no idea how long he was out.  His robo-vermin surround him in a ring, keeping the hordes of snakes at bay.  The scene is reminiscent of Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Eth sits up and shakes his head groggily.  No board members are in evidence. 
  "I want these motherfucking snakes off the motherfucking board!" he bawls. 

[Sedodes]

The snakes cease en masse and the sounds of their writhing is rivaled only by the echo of Eth's declaration.  The teaming hundreds of serpents muster as much of a look of shocked terror as snakes are able to as Samuel L. Jackson steps out from an expanding cloud of dust and rubble which was once a wall.

"Goddamn, that's a lot of motherfuckin' snakes!" shouts the actor, eliciting a stunned nod from the resident cyborg.

The snakes, confused, look to each-other, desperate for one of them -- ANY of them -- to develop a plan of attack which could possibly overcome the famed Mr. Jackson (no, not Michael) who was at this very moment staring them down ALL AT ONCE!  Upon realizing that even if they were able to conceive a plan they would be unable to communicate it with each other, and that "slither toward and bite" would certainly not work for any one of them (remember, they can't communicate an "all out rush" plan), every single snake dies of fear.

Praise be to Samuel L. Jackson, savior of the SCDB!

[Eth]

  "Wow!  Thanks, Samuel L. Jackson!" says the delighted cyborg, "Uh, I hope I won't get into legal trouble for saying, 'I want these motherfucking snakes off the motherfucking board!'"