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The goggled and robed thing leans over your paralyzed body and looks deep into your face. Attempting to communicate, you move your eyes side-to-side, blink rapidly, and roll them all around. The thing continues to stare, calculating a response, and then lets out a few sentences of long screeching wails, little of which is discernible. You flash your eyes in a way that speaks bewilderment. The thing motions towards the mess of blood and body parts, "Whaaaaat iiiiis alllll thisssss muuuuurderrrrr." You wink, flicker, and flutter that it was...
  1. The Smoke Demon's fault.
  2. An accident.
  3. A suicide.