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From this files of PhenomenalV1: Private Eye
The Case of the Lizards from Hell
My favourite vacation destinations aren't always the most obvious ones. A Private Eye needs to think outside the ordinary: no crime in this city would go solved if it wasn't for a little creativity, and my vacation planning falls under the same banner. If any of the enemies I've made in this town have connections to a potential destination, I'm mincemeat. I have to find somewhere out of the public eye.
Dragon Island has always been good to me, but my recent visit has had me reconsidering my options. Every new attraction on the island has be reaching for my oldest friend, my flask of that bittersweet liquid amber.
My former confidant Hatchy1992 has started up a speakeasy with his old AA mentor Knifey Spoony. "Crocodile Drunkee's", they call it. Subtle. It seems to be attracting the worst kind of patronage. The drunkards who only drink to feel anything resembling an emotion. I can relate, but I prefer to self-medicate. Is this what this island had done to Hatchy?
Even worse was Blaze Storm's new enterprise: an escort agency solely comprised of redheaded women. I knew Blaze had a certain...penchant for readheads, but now he was taking a 50% commission on his women's earnings. I even spotted DragoDelph and T2B_, the soberest poeple I knew (although that isn't saying much) hauling their asses over to his establishment.
What had turned my beloved Dragon Island into a wretched hive of scum and villainy?
I soon tracked down my answer: the matron of my other getaway location.
Wosh was the Godmother of Mount Buller. Do her bidding, and you'd forever be protected by her crew. Cross her, and she'd make you disappear faster than you could say "NewGrounds".
She had an iron grip over the ski resort business. I'd heard rumours from people close to her about how she spent her wealth. Gralin, the resort's ventriloquist once mentioned that Wosh owned huge swaths of slums on Dragon Island, making thousands as their landlady. I convened with her personal debt collectors; Headless, nahnah and sante confirmed that Gralin was telling the truth.
It seemed like she'd drained the lifeblood out of two communities to fund her mayoral campaign...scummy as it was, I had to admire the hustle.
I sent her a letter once I was back at my apartment. As I sat at my desk under the glow of my only lamp, I put down this message:
Captains, please have your team sheets in by 11:59 PM AWST on Thursday.
The Case of the Lizards from Hell
My favourite vacation destinations aren't always the most obvious ones. A Private Eye needs to think outside the ordinary: no crime in this city would go solved if it wasn't for a little creativity, and my vacation planning falls under the same banner. If any of the enemies I've made in this town have connections to a potential destination, I'm mincemeat. I have to find somewhere out of the public eye.
Dragon Island has always been good to me, but my recent visit has had me reconsidering my options. Every new attraction on the island has be reaching for my oldest friend, my flask of that bittersweet liquid amber.
My former confidant Hatchy1992 has started up a speakeasy with his old AA mentor Knifey Spoony. "Crocodile Drunkee's", they call it. Subtle. It seems to be attracting the worst kind of patronage. The drunkards who only drink to feel anything resembling an emotion. I can relate, but I prefer to self-medicate. Is this what this island had done to Hatchy?
Even worse was Blaze Storm's new enterprise: an escort agency solely comprised of redheaded women. I knew Blaze had a certain...penchant for readheads, but now he was taking a 50% commission on his women's earnings. I even spotted DragoDelph and T2B_, the soberest poeple I knew (although that isn't saying much) hauling their asses over to his establishment.
What had turned my beloved Dragon Island into a wretched hive of scum and villainy?
I soon tracked down my answer: the matron of my other getaway location.
Wosh was the Godmother of Mount Buller. Do her bidding, and you'd forever be protected by her crew. Cross her, and she'd make you disappear faster than you could say "NewGrounds".
She had an iron grip over the ski resort business. I'd heard rumours from people close to her about how she spent her wealth. Gralin, the resort's ventriloquist once mentioned that Wosh owned huge swaths of slums on Dragon Island, making thousands as their landlady. I convened with her personal debt collectors; Headless, nahnah and sante confirmed that Gralin was telling the truth.
It seemed like she'd drained the lifeblood out of two communities to fund her mayoral campaign...scummy as it was, I had to admire the hustle.
I sent her a letter once I was back at my apartment. As I sat at my desk under the glow of my only lamp, I put down this message:
Captains, please have your team sheets in by 11:59 PM AWST on Thursday.
DRAGONS FFC 
