Third Haunt

[slapwithpanache]

. . . Hm.

The tournament has concluded.

The new areas, as far as I can tell, are simply nothing more than miles of drab scenery with the occasional man-eating monstrosity. It's barely any different from what we already had.

And every last one of you is impossibly dull to the point of exasperation. No one even jumps anymore, let alone screams

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[slapwithpanache]

[Fade out . . . Fhwoosh.]
[Fade in . . . ]

[FaN SmAcK!]

[slapwithpanache]

Running away is only acceptable when I intend for you to run away. You can try it again after I've properly terrified you out of your wits.

[slapwithpanache]

Scary? What, you're afraid of speeches then? I do hear that public speaking is feared even more than death ~

Regardless . . . You're just a normal human, aren't you? There's the problem. Nearly everyone else is far too used to the supernatural to respond in the appropriate manner.

[slapwithpanache]

It's highly unfortunate. Why, I was an award-winning haunt at home -- No one would even dare to think of stepping foot into my territory. I had a whole legion of Boos at my command, an entire forest to call my own.

Hmph. My most prestigious title here is 'Moldy Cream Puff'. Imagine. Reduced to such a state.

[slapwithpanache]

An INCREDIBLY RUDE one, that's what kind.

[slapwithpanache]

Ahahaha! Well at least someone appreciates my terrifying ghastliness.

[slapwithpanache]

Oh, my! You're much too kind! If you think I'll go easy on you just because of the compliments, I'm afraid you're quite wrong.

[slapwithpanache]

[Bow does not get the hint.]

Hmm? What're those odd sounds you're making? Could they possibly be signs of sheer terror?