Wednesday, January 13th, 2021

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And so, for their second class, the dinner party would find themselves arriving in the ballroom of Mr. Corpse's mansion, a grand room as one might expect, with plenty of open spaces, large windows overlooking the stormy scenery of the tumultuous sea beyond, occassionally illuminated by the peals of lightning. A grand piano crouches in a corner, and, crouched beside it, a maid, over a still body in a dark suit, a puddle of blood pooling behind his head. Thunder cracked across the sky outside, and the maid stood, eyes wide as dinner plates as she regards the group.

"Oh, it's terrible," she gushed, hands balled to her face in distress. "Just terrible! I'd come in just to dust, and there he was! Mr. Corpse! Dead! Whatever are we to do???"

"That's a good question," Ros agreed. "What are we going to do? We should probably contact the poli--"

One of the side doors to the ballroom burst open. "The phone lines!" he declared. "They've been cut! I've tried to call the police, but we can't get through."

"And no body has service way out here in the middle of no where," Rosa added thoughtfully, because it was convenient to the plot, "especially not in this storm. And because of the storm, odds are, whoever did this deed is probably still here with us. That leaves us but one choice: we have to try and find who this killer is and how they did it before one of us becomes the next victim. We should start by looking around, seeing if we can find any clues," cue lightning, "to solve this mystery....before it's too late."
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Hannibal grinned out at the students. They were in the Danger Shop today, and it was set up with computer stations for each of them. "Welcome. I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and I will be your instructor for today, and possibly other days as well. I suppose we could do introductions again, but that would quickly grow tedious.

"This week, we will be learning something that should help in any position you occupy or job you seek to undertake. The art of dealing with people. Particularly, annoying and rude people. They exist everywhere. Fortunately or otherwise, in this time and place, the internet brings them to us in massive quantities."

He pressed a few buttons and turned on the computers. "Your assignment for today is to create an account if you don't already have one on either Twitter or Tumblr - or both if you are feeling particularly ambitious or masochistic - and then engage in discussion. Your goal is to make your opponents as angry as possible while remaining outwardly pleasant yourself."

Yes, you were all going to be trolls.

"Should you have any questions or need any pointers, please ask. I can also point you in the direction of particularly odious posts if you would like a place to begin."

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