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> Fire the last shotgun shell under Bryce's chin
You advance cautiously toward Bryce, pulling out Beverly. He remains unresponsive. Those syrup-induced meditations are deep-'uns.
You stick your shotgun under Bryce's stubbly chin. He still doesn't react. You fire the shotgun. He still doesn't react. The shell flies through his chin, his head and upward through the top of his skull, splattering his brains and blood over the ceiling. He still doesn't react. Aside from collapsing to the floor, very very dead.
> HELL...YEAH!!
Calm down. I was practically holding your hand the whole way.
> I want to argue with you, but it's not worth the energy. Just loot Bryce's body.
Mmmkay. Digging through the mess of blood-stained robes, you eventually pull out the key to the Deputy's chains, a Summon Grue scroll, and, inevitably, a letter.
> Of course. Read letter, please.
Bryce
The one known has Grueslayer has killed your beloved Benson. We now share a common enemy. Destroy the Grueslayer, and you will both have your revenge and be greatly rewarded. But fail where Ronalds and Benson himself failed, and you and your entire cult will be erased from existence. Remember that I held authority even over the life of Benson.
U-Gene
> I'm getting severely sick of these things. They're not good plot devices anymore.
Great. I'll take that into account the minute I start seeing you as an equal life form.
> I'm getting sick of you, too.
Beat cheeks, fucknut.
> Sigh...better go free the Deputy, then.
Righty. You traverse all the way back up to Bryce's room, trying to make the lengthy trip as quick as possible - the silence of the hotel is really getting to you - and clamber all the way back down that ladder, eventually reaching the Deputy, who looks severely put out.
> "Hiya, missy. I'm here to unlock your chains, but you understand that to do so, I'll have to squeeze all the prominent parts of your body excessively."
And you wonder why I hate you. Anyway, after an agonizing twenty minutes, you eventually free the Deputy, who promptly stands up, gives you a firm and well-deserved slap, snaps "Meet me at the Chief of Police's office!" and storms out of the room and up the ladder. You go girl!
> Fuck you.
Anyway, what do you do now?
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