The plot thickens, so they say. Well, this watery storyline has congealed … into soup! And … and blood!

A bloody soup smothers Crumble

OK, we all know now that this adventurer is causing trouble. Jobs unfinished, people out of pocket, and someone, SOMEONE, has kicked over Bob Harker’s food stall down in the main market square. There are live octorats everywhere now! All over the damn square. Just squirming and squealing…

But reports are coming into the Bulletin office about far more sinister goings on.

There have been a number of murders around Central Oughta Go. Not the jolly old Crumble kind, where we know who did it and why (and don’t care), but the evil kind. The mysterious kind. Like that one two years back where Erica Anderson wound up pushing daisies and not a soul knew who put her there. Drove her old Pa mad, it did. I know I’m not the only one who’s still a little haunted by what he did next after finding her body in the garden.

So who is committing these heinous crimes? My money, and I know yours as well, is on the adventurer. Why else would bodies start turning up just after she turns up? With her guns, and her fists, and her fangs. There’s something really not right about her attitude, or her manners.

What do you all think? Could she be a killer in a cool hat? Contact the Bulletin ASAP with your letters!

– Flynn Harris