Scioly Assassination 164: Don't You Want To Play With Poppy?

[pumptato-cat]

Well, this is exciting! Game 164 is surprisingly active.

[WiseGuy]

sassy said that he "return from the water". This means he probably lives near a coast.

[Assassinator]

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, the clue will be delayed to tomorrow at 7 PM, Mountain Standard Time.
We are merciful.
We do not want to see you die.
But if you keep this up, next time we may not give you such an easy clue as it will tomorrow...

[pumptato-cat]

sassy said that he "return from the water". This means he probably lives near a coast.

Also could mean that they live near a lake.
Sassy said "may the odds be ever in your favor"; just gonna say that jasp's said that before too but then again it's a fairly common phrase.
Gosh I should just wait for the clue to come out...

[Assassinator]

CLUE NUMBER 1:
She stalks the holes below, the midground between the stinking metropolis and the deep dark of the abandoned mines that once whispered of industry. The toy factory, where she was made, had been abandoned by all who had claimed they had loved her. Age had rusted all the cogs and gears that had once turned, rusted all but her. Tonight was the night of reckoning. Of vengeance.

Her coat is the shadow of night that billowed ominously in the tunnels down. Each underpass is an abandoned mineshaft that leads to a horror that will haunt its victim to their untimely demise, until their death. [censored] lets out a screech of terror as they realize that they have arrived. Her plot has worked well–for she does not terrorize her victims in their sleep–not yet, until now. She knows this experiment will prove to be triumphant.

A DIARY ENTRY HAS BEEN FOUND:

"28 July 1979
Everything’s so dark…where am I? I swear for one moment I was journaling in my room, now I’m stuck in these dark tunnels, with colorful beams. At least I still have my journal and my beloved fountain pen. There’s a draft, barely any light, no water nor food. I can’t tell if this is one of those Minecraft mineshafts or an abandoned factory. A giant number is stamped onto the tunnel walls, caked in years’ worth of dirt and grime. It says 006. A steady dripping can be heard in the background and I pick up the dropped flashlight right next to this chipped helmet of neon green and shine it in that direction.
The liquid is a dark metallic red, eerily close to the color of…well. I look a few feet to my left, and I shine a light on something that chills my blood. It’s…what remains of a rabbit. Its bones look broken and cleaved at odd angles, eyes eerily glazed over with what I can only assume to be fear, the last face it has made before death. The blood drips from its nose, matting its fur. The blood still looks fresh. I halt in my path.
I hear the dripping of the blood as I leave, and see the rust of abandoned toys that I pass as I navigate these tunnels. I have always hated the industry that runs my region, always hated the dependency on manufacturing, fossil fuels, and a net negative carbon footprint. Home. I blink back tears that swim into my vision. This is a bad idea. I should go back, but when I shine a light from where I think I’ve come from, all I see are the same monotonous grime of the tunnels. My heart stops, arrests in its previous beating.
A pink hand, connected to what I could only assume to be a tentacle, has arrived.
Two glowing green eyes, with a face grinning at an unnatural angle.
It looks almost like…a giant spider.

29 July 1979
It seems I have outrun the spider. There is a train nearby, and with three pieces of paper I miraculously find in my pocket, I realize what I have to do to escape. I turn the code. It takes me out of the unusual factory that spells the dystopia of our society, but I see a pink animal following me.
My heart rate spikes, and as soon as the train leaves the tunnel, I jump out and crouch behind some bushes. A high pitched, sickeningly sweet voice cries out “NO!”.
And then I get my first full glance at the monstrous creature.
It looks like a spider, but pink, and absolutely gargantuan. I stop breathing, and it screams, “I WILL FIND YOU! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE MOMMY…”.


30 July 1979
The next day, I stagger out of the bushes and book a flight immediately to New York City. From there, I hop into a taxi and then jump onto a cargo boat. Where do I head? I am unsure. But it certainly cannot find me there…right?
After a few days of hiding in the storage room, I come out from my hiding spot. I have been without food and water for quite some time. There shall be some, hopefully. While I’m out, I learn that this boat is going to the Ivory Coast. Exporting goods for some cocoa…delicious, but we’re only halfway there. I can’t survive for that long without necessities.
The boat floats in the water, apparently stopped for now. I go up to see what is going on. It is the middle of the night. And I scream.
Because the pink spider was there, on an oil rig, glaring at our ship. She spots me, and rage lights up her gaze. Then, it leaves. She smiles cruelly, teeth gnashed with blood as it sinks into the water below. Everything goes to mayhem from here.

Because our ship starts up again, and a pink hand pushes it.
And it crashes into the oil rig, immediately consumed in flames.
Time slows down to a crawl. I hear the yells and screams of fellow crewmates that are caught in the confusion and chaos.
I sneak a glance at the pink spider. She smiles at me triumphantly, before jumping into the water.
I warily look at my options. Either die by the inferno, or drown in the Atlantic where the monstrous spider lurks.
I am about to jump into fire, for it is a faster and slightly less painful end, when a pink hand clamps around my ankle.
I scream in terror as I look down, and the hand tries to drag me into the depths.
I fight vainly, desperately–to get to the surface, to stay up long enough, when suddenly, I spot a rescue airplane making its rounds overhead. I wave my hand frantically, and escape is still possible, relief floods my vision———"

The diary has been dropped into the depths of the Atlantic. Can you find out who the entry was made by?

No clues about the Assassinator's identity will be posted at this time.

[pumptato-cat]

I've skimmed the Discord files--here are my thoughts.

I think you guys are overthinking it. The sassy said this is a simple clue--here are some random thoughts I had. Very surface-level because I'm kinda bad at these games but here goes, I guess?
1) 006. Is the victim a senior(2006)?
2) references to environment stuff, sounds like Green Gen/EnviroSci
3) the journal and pen--WIDI/victim likes to write or read a lot?
4) NYC, Ivory Coast. The Ivory Coast really reminds me of APWH but I think I'm just traumatized from AP history classes and on the wrong track here. NYC is odd, though.
5) The flight to NYC and the rescue plane. Does the sassy/victim do Flight? The setting is urban-ish for all of these(the cargo, oil rig, city, plane, taxi, etc.).
6) "There is a train nearby, and with three pieces of paper I miraculously find in my pocket, I realize what I have to do to escape. I turn the code. It takes me out of the unusual factory that spells the dystopia of our society, but I see a pink animal following me." There's something odd about these sentences. I can't figure out why but something's just off. "factory that spells the dystopia of our society" and "code" really confuse me, as the first doesn't match the writing style and the second doesn't make sense. If I interpret this correctly, did the victim jump out of a train? If so, how did the code tell them that, where did it come from, and why didn't the spider follow?

As for people thinking that I'm the victim/sassy, I doubt I'm the victim because I just got killed recently. I'm about to start school in 3 days and really stressed so I don't have the brains or time for this. I'm flattered that you guys think I'm this good at writing, though!
I'm almost certain that it's not nerdi--I won't explain further because I don't think I should, but it doesn't seem like her style(Mommy?... :thonk:). There are other reasons for my saying this. It's not just the writing style... I'll rejoin the Discord once school starts and my summer work is done. Would really appreciate it if you guys would update here every once in a while for the forums people to read. Not everyone can use Discord, y'know?

This reminds me more of poonda or banana, and they know each other well enough to be co-sassies. However, the writing style seems different from both of them. The flirting is interesting. I'm not sure if poonda's crazy enough to have a conversation with himself, though. Venom camping and then responding to texts is also something to take note of. He also mentioned playing Granny(the horror game) recently--I would watch him carefully. Here is the game I think sassy based 164 off of. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppy_Playtime I was confused about the references to toys but I guess this is where it came from? EDIT: I read through the log again and I don't think it's poonda/banana anymore. I do think venom is a likely suspect. Nerdi also seems more suspicious but again I really don't think it's her.

Just some thoughts. They might be right, they might be wrong.

[BlankySpaceOfSpace]

i protect banana (yolo)

[BlankySpaceOfSpace]

reasons:
- banana lives in pittsburgh
- planes
- Minecraft could refer to scioly Minecraft server
- "mommy" can refer to planecar gc lore

[Assassinator]

MidFloat(asaurus) (B!tterF!re#2258, Kalimantan28) is now dead. Nobody was accused.
Number of kills needed to win has been reduced to 5.
The next clue will arrive soon.
-Assassinator

[Assassinator]

THIS IS THE DOUBLE KILL. TWO PEOPLE WILL NEED TO BE PROTECTED.
What rhymes with wish?
It is time for a dip in the stream.
-Assassinator
P.S. - One of the above lines will float back to me. Which one, you ask? You shall find out.
P.P.S - You will have until tomorrow at 6 PM Mountain Daylight Time.