Agent Bread woke the entire Ghumada informer panel at approximately 3:05 this morning in a single urgent screech from across the river. He yelled into the 16th story window, desperately attempting to inform the panel of something important. After being asked to repeat his statement 14 times, he finally gave up and proceeded to jump into the river, where it has been rumored that some suspicious monsters enjoy to roam, usually on Wednesdays.
For obvoius reasons, this chilled the very souls of the Ghumada informant panel. For this reason, they decided to abandon all of their positions. They inverbally and unanimously decided to simultaneously make a sly escape through the thin shatter proof glass windows (from the 16th floor). Luckily, the head member of the panel, Wingslow Jopman, had prepared for this very event the night before by installing some sketchy waterslides outside the window of the 16th floor. Unfortunately, he ordered the wrong size from the ancient water slide company and ended up with water slides that only reached down to the 5th floor. This created a slightly suspected surprise for the panel members.
In their haste of leaving, it was later discovered that the panel members left behind a single shriveled up corpse in the head seat of the panel discussion table. A crude note, appearing to have been written in a hurry due to the fact that it was written on a rotting black banana peel, left vague instructions for whoever discovered the shriveled up corpse, that this shriveled up corpse is now the new leader of Ghumada due to the fact that the entire panel had abandoned their positions. They also left a scribble carved into the discussion table that they were heading to the south sea and swimming for land. This may be a problem as the closest land in the south sea is a small volcanic rock floating 3000 miles east.
This would not be a problem, however Steward Corkle purchased the floating volcanic rock back in 55 when the earthquakes started, and now inhabits it, spending his days crouched under a tiny damaged umbrella. The dilemma of nowhere to rendezvous at has left the members of the panel with nowhere to go. The 9 and a half panel members (one guy lost his legs in a tragic fall on the way out of the building) can now be seen helplessly drifting in freezing monster ridden waters. We could go help them if we wanted to however it was voted against in a committee meeting in a score of 1-9. Also we don't really feel like leaving. At this time we still have no intel as to the exact reasoning of Agent Bread's urgent message.
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| Agent Bread |
For obvoius reasons, this chilled the very souls of the Ghumada informant panel. For this reason, they decided to abandon all of their positions. They inverbally and unanimously decided to simultaneously make a sly escape through the thin shatter proof glass windows (from the 16th floor). Luckily, the head member of the panel, Wingslow Jopman, had prepared for this very event the night before by installing some sketchy waterslides outside the window of the 16th floor. Unfortunately, he ordered the wrong size from the ancient water slide company and ended up with water slides that only reached down to the 5th floor. This created a slightly suspected surprise for the panel members.
In their haste of leaving, it was later discovered that the panel members left behind a single shriveled up corpse in the head seat of the panel discussion table. A crude note, appearing to have been written in a hurry due to the fact that it was written on a rotting black banana peel, left vague instructions for whoever discovered the shriveled up corpse, that this shriveled up corpse is now the new leader of Ghumada due to the fact that the entire panel had abandoned their positions. They also left a scribble carved into the discussion table that they were heading to the south sea and swimming for land. This may be a problem as the closest land in the south sea is a small volcanic rock floating 3000 miles east.
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| Ghumada Informant Panel group photo 1933 |
This would not be a problem, however Steward Corkle purchased the floating volcanic rock back in 55 when the earthquakes started, and now inhabits it, spending his days crouched under a tiny damaged umbrella. The dilemma of nowhere to rendezvous at has left the members of the panel with nowhere to go. The 9 and a half panel members (one guy lost his legs in a tragic fall on the way out of the building) can now be seen helplessly drifting in freezing monster ridden waters. We could go help them if we wanted to however it was voted against in a committee meeting in a score of 1-9. Also we don't really feel like leaving. At this time we still have no intel as to the exact reasoning of Agent Bread's urgent message.
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