T̴H͠E̶̡̢ ̴F̶̴Í̸RŞ̴͠T̵͞ ͟I̵N͟͡͝V̕͠ES̶͝T̸IG҉͝A̡͠T̡IO҉̶͢N͏

[strangerpeople]

T̷́H̸̀͢E ̵̛F҉ÌRS̷̢̧T̸͜ ͘͜I͠N͞V́E҉S̀͜T͜I͡G̸̶A͏҉T͠I̢̛Ǫ̵N͏͝

[Good morning, Strangers.

How do you all feel today? Sad? Confused? Worried? Well, that's not the Hosts' problem. You guys are the ones being stubborn and obstinate, after all. In any case, it's time for all of you to get up and start moving.

It's Friday. Maybe you'll luck out and everyone's alive. But there's only one way to find out.]

Comments

[katzenpfote]

[Great, someone will probably blame this on him.]

[With his... Er. Knowledge of fire. Can he tell what kind of flames these might be? A scald, a direct flame, something else... ?]

[strangerpeople]

[It seems more akin to a rug burn-the type you get as a result of friction from something rubbing against you very fast.

It’s obviously not from a rug of course. But the principle is the same basic thing.]

[katzenpfote]

[Well King has the chest, so let’s examine that arm wound, starting near the wrist.]

EVIDENCE (part of body)

[strangerpeople]

]Its a bruise.]