*dons her detective cap, cranks up her forensic eval. skill*
It does appear the chicken in question originally hailed from the hedgemaze area judging from the soot and leafing of hedgings, upon its claws and imp dust in its feathers.
*wanders over to the hedgemaze area*
Oh interesting the house within the maze area hath dramatically changed. I shall enter it to...........investigate.
There is a new blackened orb within the house in the Ballroom. I shall check that out in a few moments.
I have stumbled over the body of Mrs. Winners in the Library. *investigates*
It appears Mrs. Winners was pkd by her lusting after the secret ingredients to someones egg drop soup and hot wings. Said chef feining co operation gaveth Mrs. Winners a sampling of his eggdrop soup and hot wings. BUT he laced them with hemlock. Apparently SHE had bashed a chicken with a candlestick in order to make a new batch of Mrs. Winners chicken and Bisquits but she did not quite kill the chicken. ENTER Colonial Hot MUSTARD from WongBoys,whom offed Mrs. Winners and took the chicken from the cold dead clutches of Mrs Winners hands.
I stumbled into the body of Colonial Hot MUSTARD in the Dining Room. *investigates*
It appears that Colonial Hot Mustard had thus proceeded to further smack down said unconscience chicken with a wrench, in the Dining ROOM for his famous hot wings and egg drop soup menu items. Whilst layeth the smacketh down on same said chicken with a wrench that Mrs. Winners previously hit with the CANDLESTICK,
enter ...DREAD LORD COLONIAL SANDERS. HE pkd Colonial HOT MUSTARD with a butcher KNIFE of 80% resists coated in 16 of his special seasonings ! Dread Lord Colonial Sanders then abscounded with the still barely alive chicken..into the KITCHEN.
stumbles into the body of Dread LORD Colonial Sanders in the KITCHEN. *Investigates*
AH Colonial Sanders was strangle pkd by Sire Chili's with a chicken cavity ROPE seasoned with margaritta lime juice, whom then took the chicken and attempted to marinate and grill it still alive, upon the hearth in the conservatory, *go figure*.
Stumbles into the body of Sire Chili's in the Conservatory. *investigates*
It appears Sire Chili's was pkd upside his head, by a blackened seasoned cajun WRENCH.
Moseys back to the BALLROOM where suddenly a body is found that was NOT there before. TIS the body of Mr. BACKYARD BURGERS. *investigates*
OH my !! MR BACKYARD BURGERS was pkd by a LEAD PIPE in the BALLROOM there right by that mysterious blackened orb in the room. Apparently he stole the chicken off of SIRE Chili's to make his famous blackened chicken sandwich with the chicken, but he too has been killed. *enters the blackened orb*
THE blackened orb has taken me to Umbra. Stumbles into the body of DOR OF SONOMA ! OH NO Dor is dead !!! GASPS ! yet *investigates*
OMG the said chicken indeed hath become as the prior poster stated a poultrygiest. IT has been smacked down once too often and refuses to become anybodys secret receipe again. IT has poly'd into some horrific BEAST like some HUGE gigantic RAGIN ROOSTERS with sharp spurs on their feets and more ! The body of DOR of Sonoma was found to be looted by a lady named CHICK FILET. IT has been found out that Dor really is ... CHICK FILET whom was tryin to loot her own body FULL of chicken corpses but CHICK FILET was pkd as well then res killed endlessly and mercilessly by CHICKENS raging like Alfred Hitchcocks movie THE BIRDS. She DOR has been killing the innocent chickens, as her alter ego, Missy Chick filet for years to make her famous chick filets. AND due to her and all the other chicken hunters we must now all SUFFER RAGING ROOSTER CHICKEN REVENGE.
NOW it seems the chickens were revolting and feining fake deaths, to mess over Dor's mind and to retailiate and to drive her INSANE and to do so to every one else whom has ever eaten chicken meat of any sort, in any receipes. I hath seen a BIG horrific beast, a poultrygiest if ye will,with a gm guild master tag over its head, strutting ,clucking and uttering chicken talk at will, talkin trash, bout how the chickens are now the largest organised guild on SIEGE...and beyond. THEY even can cackle like a doll named CHUCKY and have metal spurs on their feets..BEWARE of the hauntings of chickens, fakin death before our eyes, they will pwn us all, before halloween ever hits destroying our sanity and more ! SHUDDERS !
I myself have acquired the flu running about doing all this investigating, and really needeth a warm tasty bowl of Campbells Chickey noodle soup but ummm nm.., SHUDDERS !
