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[Phone;]

I must say, for the first time I've ever been part of one of these random occurences of the town deciding to be exceptionally cruel, it seems that the cruelty is coming more from the people in the town than the ones who control it. The people being of course you, whoever you are listening in on this. How many times have people said 'killing is wrong' and 'this is a clear and obvious trap' now, I'm starting to lose count. Why can't people say more cheerful things, like how nice the weather is or that half of the town isn't dead yet.

Or is half the town dead? I doubt you're keeping count, being too busy either hiding in your home or slaughtering others, claiming you did in self-defense, but really who believes you? For then record, I believe you.

Overall I give this a 4 out of 10. I expected a lot more out of a town that apparently tortures us. Really, making others do your own dirty work? Your own prisoners at that. You aren't being very gracious hosts. After I went through all the trouble of filling out that census, hoping for something more shocking. Maybe I'm just getting too old to be exceptionally horrified that people kill other people. Ground breaking news. Next time we'll learn that the color of Earth's sky is blue and that most humans have a lifespan averaged on about 70 to 80 years. Haa Haa.

Keep up in good spirits everyone, there is nothing to fear but fear itself and let me prematurely insert any empty morality filled speech here. You can fill in the blanks, right?

[Phone; Filtered to Touko Aozaki]

You said you were a seamstress once. I have a job for you and I promise upfront compensation for your efforts.

[Phone; Filtered to Charles Fei-Ong]

Good day Charles. Don't try to think how I got your number or that I know you live at 767 Bunker Street, it isn't important. What is important is that I drew you as my next target. I hope you won't be offended if I come over and kill you. Or maybe you will kill me. My omniscience isn't working as well as it should be, so nothing is really certain. Don't take it personally - your luck just didn't come out well on this particular occasion.

If you want to take it personally that's fine too.
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[This morning Doc Scratch woke up. That was the first problem. As a First Guardian, he never really required sleep. It was not a biological process he went through and his head was a giant cueball. So waking up was fairly shocking.

The next shock was what felt like a flesh body. He felt cold and shaking and it was all so human that it frankly unnerved him. When the drone wife came in to greet him, he was done.

He immediately left the house in a pair of pajamas without saying a word, not bothering to look at his new appearance.]


[Action A]

[On his first day he'll be walking around Mayfield wearing a pair of pajamas (the blue pinstripe one) and a pair of plain looking loafers. Not at all high-end or sensible, but he refuses to go into that house again until he understands his current situation. So throughout the day he'll be looking through Mayfield in a daze, attempting to talk to drones (which turn out to be useless) and sitting down from time to time with his hands in his face, trying to sort this mess out. Asking people for help? What nonsense! He's an omnipotent First Guardian. He will fill in these dark holes himself. No matter how long it takes.]

[Action B]

[As the sun begins to set, the good Doctor will retrace his steps to 916 Bilko Boulevard. However he only stands outside the house, dazing up at it hesitantly. He's not quite sure what to do. Go inside, stay outside, or just nothing. Unless you try and get his attention don't expect him to make any real motions from his spot on the sidewalk.]

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