GOOD MORNING LYNCHWOOD ACRES!
So glad you could pull yourselves away from reruns of Matlock and figuring out which bone that newest cracking sound is coming from. We've got a wonderful game of Bingo ready to get going, and it's looking like it will be a ton of fun. Even the staff, who is scowling from the back of the room...I can tell they are really, really, really, excited for this day to start. And for all of you, long-time members of GAFIA, I'm sure you could always do with something slightly less exciting in your lives.
Before we get this game of Bingo going, I've been asked to deliver a message from the administration. Apparently there have been reports of disgruntled employees around the facility - now I'm sure it's not those fine gentlemen and ladies inching along the walls back there, holding what appears to be some sort of weaponry or maybe just handkerchiefs soaked in ether. If you all wouldn't mind keeping an eye out on them and reporting any odd behavior to the administration, they would appreciate it.
And with that, let's get started!
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The first number is B...6! B6!
A horrified scream rang out in the bingo hall. "B-B-B-B-INGO!"
Now that's not right. I've only called one number! What's going on there?
"It's Bingo! He's...he's dead!" The crowd pointed at a man slumped over on the table. Several bingo cards lay nearby, with bite marks in each one.
Hm, it appears he died from ingesting bingo cards. Seriously, Bingo was his name-o?
"Well, no, that was just his nickname."
Bingo has died!
So glad you could pull yourselves away from reruns of Matlock and figuring out which bone that newest cracking sound is coming from. We've got a wonderful game of Bingo ready to get going, and it's looking like it will be a ton of fun. Even the staff, who is scowling from the back of the room...I can tell they are really, really, really, excited for this day to start. And for all of you, long-time members of GAFIA, I'm sure you could always do with something slightly less exciting in your lives.
Before we get this game of Bingo going, I've been asked to deliver a message from the administration. Apparently there have been reports of disgruntled employees around the facility - now I'm sure it's not those fine gentlemen and ladies inching along the walls back there, holding what appears to be some sort of weaponry or maybe just handkerchiefs soaked in ether. If you all wouldn't mind keeping an eye out on them and reporting any odd behavior to the administration, they would appreciate it.
And with that, let's get started!
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The first number is B...6! B6!
A horrified scream rang out in the bingo hall. "B-B-B-B-INGO!"
Now that's not right. I've only called one number! What's going on there?
"It's Bingo! He's...he's dead!" The crowd pointed at a man slumped over on the table. Several bingo cards lay nearby, with bite marks in each one.
Hm, it appears he died from ingesting bingo cards. Seriously, Bingo was his name-o?
"Well, no, that was just his nickname."
Bingo has died!
Good morning to another wonderful day at Lynchwood Acres!
It appears you are...Sorian, and you are an Ordinary Resident. That means that while do not have any special abilities, your vote counts just as much as that know-it-all Sorian down the hall! You are aligned with The Retirees (TOWN).
We've got all sorts of activities planned for you today, so I hope you can attend! I've heard rumblings that some of the staff have been getting a little...disgruntled as of late and have been taking out their frustrations on the poor, poor retirees. If you could help us figure out which ones, I'd appreciate it!
You win when all threats to The Retirees have been eliminated.
Good luck!