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Nov 20, 2009 12:53

*When the clean-headed detective Emerson Cod arose this morning at 8 minutes, 47 seconds past the hour of 9 am, he expected the day to be like any other. After all, life in camp had become a sort of routine for the detective. Never one for rash action when that action was not leading to a monetary conclusion, Emerson Cod contented himself with whiling away the hours knitting little knick knacks, with the occasional paddy whack thrown in for good measure. However, this morning Emerson Cod would be distressed by the plaintive meows sounding somewhere from the direction of his roof. Unable to concentrate, the dour detective made his way outside to see what was the matter.



With a glaring growl, Emerson Cod glanced up to find
a lone kitty perched upon his roof. The detective attempted communication...

Hello, kitty kitty kitty...

...but to no avail. The cat was firmly stuck with fright upon the roof. With a sigh of resignation, the no-longer-quite-in-shape detective climbed on to the roof, only to be confronted not with the cute ball of furryness he expected, but rather this ghastly image:


This morning, at 17 minutes, 58 seconds past 11am, a cry could be heard echoing throughout camp.*

OH HELL NO!!!!

((World's latest intro? Maybe. In Emerson's canon, there are frequent narrations of events. I've carried this over in to the italics: feel free to somehow hear the narrator or not! Edit: I'm slow, but around all day!))
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