When I first saw Intrusion I thought this game was just going to be a Metal Gear Solid ripoff. Instead I got an action packed, exciting, jolting, fun game.

Graphics- The graphics were very well done. The main character had a mysterious look yet cool look to him. The scarf around his mouth probably meant that it was very cold out there, which is a good thing to add to make a realistic scenery. The projectiles looked nice, the enemy humans looked cool, the enemy robots extremely awesome.

Sound/Music-Although there was no music, the sound was incredibly well put together. If we had a newgrounds award for best sound effects this game would win by a landslide. The gun sounds were sooo realistic yet insanely cool at the same time. The explosions, orgasmic. Hearing the gun's projectiles smashing against metal, great. I insanely enjoyed the last boss's sound effects though. Whenever he used his fire attack I heard a bolt of sound that echoed into my chest. . .amazing. The lack of music though is something we can deal with, because it would have hidden the sound of the sound effects which I wouldn't like :P

Gameplay-This seemed to take flash games sidescrolling shooters to the next level. Dodging bullets were the key to staying alive, emptying your clip into an enemy was another. It got more and more intriguing as the levels went on when even more and more enemies were introduced requiring you to do more and more different techniques. Just, wow!

Storyline-Some guy, probably an agent for an organization or something invades an enemy base that creates robots and kicks ass. Not really in depth, but extremely fun!

Other:
-The rag doll physics were unique to put into this game.
-Enemies were extremely fun to kill
-Boss battles, especially the last one, was fun to play.
-A challenge to push sidescrolling experts to the limit!
-Variety of enemies were outstanding!
-Final boss had wonderful sounds and attacks.
-The main character's weapons were great, a more variety of them will make this game much better though!

Things I reccomend:
-More weapons
-possibly music for boss battles and other.
-A more in depth storyline

Overall: Great graphics, Oscar worthy sound effects, A fun storyline but not much to it, Intriguing gameplay!

Final Score:
10/10
5/5

This is what it'll look like for a while. Too lazy to change it anymore :3

Take a deep breath before school starts!

:)

Here it is, if you want to use it as a resource then add me in your work cited( like your really going to. . . :P). We had to write an essay about Renaissance people and I chose William Harvey. . . .
Note: I used Wikipedia. . . but we weren't supposed to so shush ;)
Note: We had to do it in first person too, dammit.
Another Note: I used double spacing in lines and size 15 font, it made exactly four pages worth of essay.
Final Note: I embeded a video about the heart/William Harvey at the bottom of this newspost. I'll keep it around a while for you guys to watch :D.

Here it is:

William Harvey

I, William Harvey, was born on April 1st, 1578 and died on June 3rd, 1657. I was a physician who discovered accurately how blood circulates around the body and the role the heart plays in this. Also,I went to study to become a physician at University of Cambridge in England and University of Padua in Italy. Discovering systematic circulation of blood made me quite famous at the time but also sparked arguments with other doctor's hypothesis's.
First, I was born in the city of Folkestone, Kent, England. My parents were Thomas Harvey and Joan Halke. During my childhood I attended a school called The King's School at Canterbury. I was doing very well at school as a child and also took up an early fascination of the human body. Whenever I could I would try to learn new things about the human body. I was very smart and intellectual at the time and knowing my parents could pay for college it simply motivated me more to study. During my childhood some old Greek Anatomy was being called false and not used much medical research. Even though when I grew older and knew the Greek Anatomy of the human body was inaccurate I would make a more accurate description of the human heart.
Being an English child during the heart of the Renaissance was excellent. Trading with merchants was happing constantly, travelers from distant lands came, and most of all it was a good period in my life. Queen Elizabeth the 1st was the monarch during my childhood. She was an excellent ruler to our people and made our country more powerful than ever.
Once I reached my teenage years I was more persistent on learning medical techniques and going to learn at a university, which were somewhat new at the time. When I finished regular schooling I moved onto higher learning. I attended Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge, which is where I claimed my bachelor's degree. I also went to the University of Padua in Italy. My teachers at the University of Padua were Hieronymous Fabricus, an Italian anatomist who taught me about human antaomy, and Casare Cremonini, an Aristotelian philosopher who taught me about philosophy. Hiernonymous claimed while he taught me anatomy that he discovered the valves in veins. I however was confused why he didn't discover the true use of them, which fed my interest into discovering the true use of them. I graduated from the University of Padua at 1602.
After my studying in Italy, I returned to England. There I met a wonderful woman named Elizabeth Browne, daughter of Lancelot Browne, a fine English physician. We quickly fell in love and married straight away. Throughout our marriage however we produced no children.
Later, I became a doctor at St.Bartholomews Hospital in London and a Fellow of the Royal college of physicians. At this time I began to study how the blood pumped throughout the body. My research eventually led me to discover how blood was pumped throughout the body. I noticed that the heart seemed to be pumping blood through the veins and arteries of the body. I soon discovered more and more. Having bodies in hospitals proved to be excellent test subjects to use.
About nine years into working at St. Bartholomews Hospital I became a personal physician to King James I. I was a personal physician to King James I for about seven years and a personal physician to King Charles I for about twenty-two years. During this time I took advantage of being a doctor of the royal family and used it for my research. My research I wanted to discover, which was how blood was circulated throughout the body.
I took advantage of my royal position by dissecting deer from the royal parks and demonstrating how the circulatory system worked to Viscount Montgomery's son, who had fallen heavily on the ground while running on a horse when he was a boy, leaving multiple gaps in his ribs. The gaps were covered by a large metal plate which I could remove to examine his heart more closely. Also, I remember writing clearly in my journal about what I saw which was: "I immediately saw a vast hole," " I was almost tempted to think that the motion of the heart was only to be comprehended by God."
After most of my observations of the heart and studies of it, I began to write a book of how the circulatory system worked. When I finished the book about the heart and anatomy I called it:Exercitatio Anatomica de Motu Cordis et Sanguinis in Animalibus . Also known as:An Anatomical Exercise on the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Living Beings. I was very happy about my discoveries. However though it sparked some criticism from other anatomists. Some people such as Jean Riolan the Younger disagreed with my discoveries and still believed the liver was a blood-manufacturing organ. Overtime I became famous for my work and famous for being a royal doctor. I became a Warden of Merton College in 1651 but unfortunately died of a stroke in 1657 at the age of 79.
I helped the world then by making the human anatomy much more accurate than ever before and helping now by making the medical world more technologically advanced than it would be without the knowledge of the heart as a blood pumping organ.
In conclusion, I discovered how blood was pumped by the heart and improved human anatomy. Without the knowledge of the heart pumping blood, you would not have as much an advanced medicinal world and would not have as many heart medications available. The book: An Anatomical Exercise on the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Living Beings is also a great resource to look into when studying the heart or human anatomy.
Work Cited
http://www.zephyrus.co.uk/williamharve y.html
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/to pic/256397/William-Harvey
http://www.sjsu.edu/depts/Museum/harve y.html
http://www.accessexcellence.org/RC/AB/
BC/William_Harvey.php
http://scienceworld.wolfram.com/biogra phy/Harvey.html
http://www.bartleby.com/65/ha/HarveyW.
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http://encyclopedia.jrank.org/Cambridg e/entries/025/William-Harvey.html
http://scienceweek.com/2004/sa040903-4 .htm

Dead Frontier is going to be released in 5 minutes!!!!
THIS IS LIKE THE MOST MAJOR EVENT THATS HAPPENED TO ME ALL YEAR SO FAR!!!

GOGOGO

DEAD FRONTIER

*UPDATE*

Ok nvm I think it's going to be released tommorow or something :|

*UPDATE*

Ok now it's released, but closed do to maintenance. They also shut down the forums so people wouldn't flame.

*sigh*

*UPDATE*

IT'S RELEASED, YAY!!!

( I already posted it on it but it got drowned out by other reviews, and I haven't updated my news post anyway xD, heres one of my reviews, on Thing Thing 4.)

Thing-Thing 4 is a good game but still has a bit of a problem inside the overall game.

Graphics- Smooth, and madness-like. However, when blood starts to spurt all over the screen we don't really have time to admire the graphics since the whole area is usually covered in blood. Bodies start to fly everywhere, gunfire everywhere, the masses of units seem to congest the setting and give us less time to enjoy the artistry of the area.

Sound/Music- The sounds were perfect for this type of action game. Although the guns start to get annoying at times when they shoot out from all directions, it still somewhat gives a realistic feeling. The music also fit well with the game fitting in with it's intense,action-packed,in-the-game moments.

Game play- the game play in the game however got a bit repetitive and didn't give users much control over the environment. In the game you basically walk, shoot, jump, shoot, shoot, shoot, kill. It gets pretty repetitive after a while. Also, The fact users didn't get to explore any more than a small, clustered, congested room was pretty boring. Although some areas were somewhat moderate in size it just felt I was going through hall after hall killing person after person over and over. I even felt claustrophobic in some areas since they felt so small and congested with dead bodies. Anyways, You might want to work on adding something else to the game that isn't very repetitive.

Story- The storyline was a fun. A bio-genetically made mutant running around killing security guards and wanting to kill the creator who made him. Toss in some odd scientists that make bio-weapons and security guards with illegal guns and you got something fun. A storyline that should surely have some good action :).

Other: This game however repetitive and frustrating it may be at times has for some reason a bit of magic dust put on it. For some reason although it had a lot of cons, it seemed slightly fun nonetheless. Mass murdering could be one persons favorite style of a game while another thinks it's fully repetitive and bland. Piles of bodies stacked on each other and puddles of blood could be ones idea of full scale fun and amusement while another might think of it as disgusting and a cliché. A crazy ass story with action packed inside it could be awesome to one person and complete nonsense to another. It fully depends on the person who plays this game on what he or she may think of it. This game you may hate with fury or you might crazily love it. It all depends on the player for this game, is unique, in an odd way.

-Also, it has a nice variety of costumes and designs for the character.
-A great variety of insane weapons.
-Masses of units with no knowledge of how long the area will take invokes frustration.
-Regeneration healing is great
-Dodging concept is wonderful.

Overall- A game with smooth graphics until masses of blood and bodies fill the screen, intense music, a pretty repetitive game with not much freedom, a fun storyline, a nice variety of costumes and designs for characters, a great variety of weapons, masses of units with no idea when it will end promotes frustration, the regeneration healing is an awesome addition, dodging concept is wonderful.

Nice job overall, but their needs to be some improvements.
8/10

My Birthday is in 2 hours, March 8th. Since no one will read this i'll just say yay for me.

The ending of my story, make sure to read previous part.

Ending:

He flung open the master bedroom door and his eyes fixed on Cassandra Baxter, standing on the balcony rail with the wind blowing along her white night gown.
"Miss Baxter!"Chris yelled running toward the balcony. Cassandra simply turned around, her face looked expressionless, but then her face exploded with sadness. Tears fell down her face and onto the stone floor of the balcony. Her white night gown flowing with the wind under the purple night with the yellow stars gleaming down upon them.
"I've always loved being an actress in my younger days." Cassandra said wiping the tears from her face.
"My emotions are getting so a hold of me now that I can't control them with my actress ways like I could before..." her voice trailed off has she then turned around looking toward the wide and seemingly endless forest.
"I've done things I can't take back." She not turning back toward Chris, but still looking over the vast landscape.
"I'm sorry for the things I've done, yet theres nothing I can do about it...I thought my new life would bring me happiness, but all it's brought me is sadness and despair." She now turned toward Chris smiling even though tears were flowing down her face.
"At least I still have good things in life to remember." She then suddenly went cold and slightly pale and closed her eyes.
"Goodbye Detective." She said as she fell backwards six stories down below. Chris quickly ran and peered over the balcony, and saw the cold lifeless body of Cassandra Baxter.

Fourteen Hours Later, The Montreal Police Department

"So detective...it seems you've actually completed the investigation in under twenty-four hours...all I can say is...I'm impressed." The police captain said to Chris Grimore early in the morning in the captains very own office.
"Thank you very much sir." Chris said looking at all the frames one the walls with certificates, medals, and much much more stuff.
"It actually is an honor to have you as a detective for this area, I never saw a detective so invested into his work." Chris smiled and said a quick" Thank you again,"
"So back to the case...can you tell me what went on there?" The police captain then leaned back on his chair prepared for the story.
"Well it's quite a long story, but it all started when...

THE END

Author Comments: Yes, I did get the last name from the Detective Grimore Flash here on NG's. I was thinking of a detective and thought of Grimore, so I used him as the detective.

This story took me about 12 hours to write. 4 hours each day for three days.

I do like writing and might possible write another story in the future.

FAQ(if I get any):

This is my short story for my ELA class that I decided to post here. It's not amazing because I just wrote it to get a good grade.

Maybe you'll enjoy it, even though I rushed kinda.

Enjoy.

Detective Twenty-Four Hours

It was a cool November morning as Chris Grimore woke up from his slumber of a sleep. His alarm bell was ringing at an annoying rate making Chris annoyed enough to push it off the end table. His eyes were closed, but still the light from the window peeked through and were disturbing his eyes. He woke up to see the early morning gleam shine through the tattered window in his apartment six stories high. The pollution from the Los Angeles area bothered his nose as he opened his eyes to the very dusty room of his. He shook his head and groaned as he sat on his bed with his feet on his cold carpet. "Another day." he said to himself putting his head in his hands. He didn't really know this wasn't going to be a normal day.

Grimore stepped out of his steaming bathroom at 8:30 am, dried off and ready for the day...well not yet. He wasn't ready without his morning coffee which sat thirty long feet away from him. He dragged his feet along the carpet nearing the coffee, his laziness and sleepiness almost got a hold of him until he finally got to the warm coffee with its aroma already filling the room. "It's about time I got my darn coffee." Grimore said taking a long sip. Of course the steaming coffee burned his lip so badly the coffee fell out of his hands and onto his feet. The intense pain was already set into his brain as he did his basic instinct to run and find a place to get the coffee off. Sink? No it's too high, Grimores no acrobat either, Towel? No it's in the cupboard, Toilet? Yes! the seat is lifted up quite nicely too. SPLASH! The water quickly flew all over Grimore, but nothing mattered right now, he just got that steaming pile of junk off him. After a few dozen seconds of his feet still in the toilet, he got out to prepare another batch of coffee.

Chris Grimore was not an average person. He was actually quite the detective. Solving already twelve cases in two years, he was quite a known person for his smarts and last second thinking skills. Why actually his tenth case involved a stolen painting out of a great artist's Museum in Los Angeles, California. No one new that the thief had a shotgun in his small cabin, yet Chris Grimore entered that cabin, and was shot at. Luckily his thinking skills of throwing a pillow in the room first before entering saving him from getting shotgun pellets all over his face. Also, his second case he solved a mystery about the disappearance of a Seattle, Washington girl by only solving it with a strand of hair, a belt, and a phone book with a few spots of blood on it. Clearly Chris Grimore was the master at solving cases about stolen objects or kidnapping...but murder? Eh, he'd have better luck being the next Indiana Jones. Which is heck of slim if you really think about it. So basically...He can't solve murder cases...maybe.

It was 9:30am when Chris was half asleep on his couch watching the Today show with his coffee resting on the marble table. He looked around at the dumpy apartment with his clothes thrown everywhere, cereal spilled all over the kitchen counter, weird black spots on his carpet. All these thoughts made Chris drowse off into a deep sleep as he rested his hands on the couch and preparing to snore a very loud snore before sleeping. Unfortunately for him, his phone started to ring. Chris felt like running across the room and getting the phone and bashing it across the kitchen counter and throwing it to the six stories down below, but he controlled himself as he grumpily got up from the couch and picked up the phone. "Hi who is this?" Said Chris slumping on the couch more quicker than he went to get the phone. " Hey Chris its Brad, how ya doing?" Said the man on the telephone, Grimore could hear the rustle of papers in the background of the voice. " Oh hey Brad!" Chris said remembering it was his assistant detective Brad Vickers. Brad Vickers has been working with Grimore for the past ten cases Chris has solved. Chris couldn't ask for a better person to work behind the scenes like Brad. Brad always collected the forensic evidence from Chris to study it at the police station, he also gave Chris information about the suspects, witnesses, cases, files, and so much paperwork that if Chris was in the same position as Brad he would quit the first day at work. Chris didn't like the idea of doing all that paperwork for a measly nine-teen dollars and hour.

"What's the latest?" Asked Chris sipping some of the now warm coffee of his.
"Well actually theres quite a lot to say, you in a comfy seat right now?" Said Brad with even more paperwork rustling in the background of his voice.
"Yeah."
" K then, well we have a new case about a murder in an old mansion in a forest in Canada, the coordinates are on your cell phone, which I think indicates it's a bit far off away from Montreal, maybe its in a small village or something I don't know. The suspects in this case are five people, the police captain believes one of them is the murderer and has ordered them to stay at the mansion for at least one more day. The people are Cassandra Baxter, the now widow from the death of the victim, Jenry Malcom's, who is the victim's and Ms. Baxter's Butler, Carlene Baxter, the victim's daughter, Jacoub Fisher, who is Carlene's boyfriend, and Max Garsham, the gardener. The victim is seventy two years old Hugh Baxter, found stabbed in the back with an unknown weapon and is currently going to have an autopsy. He is believed to have died November 18th, but the autopsy will reveal what time. The whole house has been searched and labeled and all the police are expected to leave in three hours for you to do your dirty work Chris." Brad finished his paragraph by taking a long breath of air and releasing.
"Huh well this should be easy, five suspects in a house with all the evidence inside...seems pretty easy." Said Chris putting his feet on the table and looking up at the ceiling.
"Theres a catch." Said Brad quickly and somewhat angry.
"Huh what is it?" Said Chris sitting down regularly again and listening good into the phone.
"You have to complete this mission in under twenty four hours...orders from the police captain."
Once Brad finished his sentence Chris went quite, staring at the t.v. In front of him and thinking how this was impossible. An impossible case for Chris Grimore. A murder solved in under twenty four hours? Chris was outraged and thought he needed at least a month! Maybe even a week would be fine! But a day? Impossible.
"What happens if I don't solve it in one day? You know... it's not like anything bad is going to happen eh...right?" Chris said quickly trying to think of a solution to this mess.
"Chris you really haven't solved a case in five months, and the captain thinks yours slacking off, so he's putting you to the test...US to the test, I think we need to really pick up our game because he said if we don't finish this case, we're fired."
Chris half chuckled like a maniac at the reply. A case, a murder, twenty four hours, job on the line, half asleep, and going to miss his show of Hero's tonight was all that Chris was mad about. He knew though that if he was going to prove his worth he and Brad would have to step up to the plate and blast the baseball to the next nearest galaxy to do this. Chris looked down at his coffee and tried to put it down, but his body said if he wanted to stay awake he would need it. So he quickly drank half of the mug of coffee, slightly burning his throat. He then looked at his coat hanger and saw the slender brown leather trench coat hanging on his coat hanger. He looked at the magnificent coat, the coat he wore through most of his adventures such as the time he was almost shot at with a shotgun and the time he was tied to a pole underwater. It was time to wear that trench coat once again, although he didn't bother with the hat cause people always thought he was sixty years old or something when he faces away from people with that old hat, and he was twenty-five not sixty something years old,and he wanted to show off his spiky black hair anyhow, it cost sixty bucks you know. It was time for Chris to have a new adventure, that was under twenty four hours.

It was eleven-thirty in the morning as Chris looked at the amazing scenery outside the window. It was quite an exciting flight gazing down at all the forests in Canada when Chris took a plane trip from Los Angeles to Montreal. The greenery was enough to make some gasp and point at the mountains outside the windows. The forests were full of nature, yet you couldn't see any from the plane, but Chris got the luxury of seeing the amazing landscape on the ground by taxi. Seeing the wildlife was not something people in cities saw everyday. The forests, with it's tall pines that rose high, about thirty feet into the air, housed many forms of wildlife. Chris though wasn't intrigued by these amazing sites. Through the hole time he has been staring out windows or staring off out in space. He has been thinking of the mystery that laid before him. "The mystery of a lifetime." Thought Chris as he gazed out into the deep forests. As the taxi made a turned quickly, Chris's briefcase filled with detective material almost emptied all over the taxi. Thats when he saw the mansion.

The mansion was huge...no enormous! Well no it was no empire state building, but it was huge for an old mansion possibly built in the 1920's to be up and running. It was about six stories high and was extremely wide. Never before has Grimore seen such a house. It had an old distinct feeling as if it had been along for quite some time, and the many windows off the house made it feel eery. He felt it was even more eery when he saw one of the window blinds quickly close as he looked at one of the windows. Ignoring whoever was behind those windows he turned to the landscape. He had a blueprint of the house on his cellphone, but the house was so odd he just had to look at it head on. The grass wasn't a very luscious green and seemed somewhat dry, and light green with patches of yellow. A paved path with bushes on the sides led up to a somewhat gargoyle door, and the house was surrounded by the forest, the great big forest. He gave the taxi man forty dollars, took out his brief case, and slammed the door. He walked down the paved path listening to the birds sing tunes, but it wasn't all happy because the house sent off a somewhat bad vibe to him. "Of course theres been a murder in here dummy."Said Chris to himself trying to calm down the vibe. He stepped on the small steps that led to the door and picked up the gargoyle doorknob and knocked.

When Chris first saw the house he was nervous, now he was frightened. The inside of the house was quite dark and musty, even though it had nice Victorian furniture it just sent off a horror movie feeling. The butler standing to the left of him didn't make it any better. " Would you like some tea, Sir?" Said the butler in a ghoulish voice that surprised and scared Chris. "Uh, no I would like coffee." Said Chris sitting in one of the rooms with nicely crafted Victorian furnishing. " We only serve tea, Sir." Said the ghoulish butler, he sounded annoyed that Chris wanted coffee. " Fine whatever, haven't tried it in years anyway." Chris said looking at the large pictures of a medieval battle, a woman sewing in a chair, and an ugly picture of a weird man that Chris had never seen before. " Thank you, Sir," The butler said walking away with clopping steps. "That must be Jenry the weirdo." Chris thought resting on the Victorian furnishing.
"So watcha going to do now?" He thought.
" Well maybe I could look for clues? Na too early..."
"Observe the murder scene? Maybe later..."
"Talk to the weirdo's of this house? Sure I guess."
And so it was settled as Chris waited for Jenry the Butler to return with his steaming cup of herbal tea.

He wanted to talk to each person very briefly so he could examine the house, he also however wanted to know what these people were thinking. He knew for a fact one of them was the killer, and he wasn't going to let that person get away. His first suspect, Cassandra Baxter, 68 years old, and widow of Hugh Baxter. She was right now sitting in front of him with her old frail legs crossed in an etiquette manner. She was wearing a long black dress as she sat on a Victorian couch in the living room. " What would you like to know detective?" She said staring at him straight in the eyes. " I want to know what you did four days ago on the night of Hugh Baxter's murder," He began to get comfy as he was preparing for her long speech.
"Well, I woke up at 7:30am and prepared to go shopping for the day with Carlene for most of the day, after shopping to about 6:35 pm I went upstairs and prepared for bed, and I slept with Hugh at 9:35pm that night, I then awoke to an awful sound in the bathroom down the hall of the master bedroom, it sounded of broken glass, I then went into the bathroom and found Hugh's body lifeless on the floor..." She then paused and grabbed a handkerchief from her pocket. She sobbed for a few moments and looked back up at me with red strained eyes and a red nose. " Was there anything suspicious happening that night you slept with him?" Grimore was concerned for the old lady thinking she might have a heart attack at any moment.
"No."
"Anything you would like to tell me?"
"No."
Grimore paused and looked away for a moment and turned to face her again " Thank you for your time Ms. Baxter." She nodded and got up from her couch, and exited the room.

Grimore looked at his watch and saw his watch, he calculated he would have 17 hours left. Grimore rolled his eyes and waited for Carlene and Jacoub to enter the room. " This is detective work is really exciting." Grimore half joked to himself. Thats right when Carlene entered the room. She was wearing a some jeans and a very bright red shirt than hurt Grimore's eyes for a bit. She had long brown hair the was somewhat unbrushed and tangled and her face seemed to be red and puffy from sobbing. Next was Jacoub, Jacobus wore some pants and a large green sweater. He had short brown hair and his face didn't look anywhere near a sob. He sat with Carlene and put his arm around her, ready for the interrogation.
"How you guys doing?" Chris said sitting upright and putting his hands in his lap.
"Fine," Jacoub said smiling toward Carlene.
"Terrible, I mean fine." Said Carlene stuttering and putting her head in her hands.
"You ok Carlene?" Asked Chris making sure she wasn't going to back out and was half concerned.
" No I'm fine really."
" Are you sure you really look like you could use this." Chris said holding a handkerchief outward to Carlene. Carlene half laughed and looked at him.
"You know my mom could turn her tears off and on back then when she was an actress...it was amazing to see some pictures of her acting her best. Hugh always admired how she did it." Carlene looked out the window gazing upon the trees, thinking of something Grimore could not figure out.
"I'm going to have to ask you a question or two." Said Grimore finally giving the handkerchief to Carlene. She nodded slightly as if to signal to talk.
"K then...so Carlene what did you do four days before this day on the night of your father's murder?"
"Well, I went shopping around 8:00am with my mom and came back here around 6:35 pm, Jacoub stayed here for the whole day at this house watching a lot of shows, then later at around 10:50pm I went to bed in a room on the second floor while Jacoub fell asleep on the couch downstairs." She then cleared her throat and pausing for a moment. Then she started to talk again "I heard a crash on the 5th floor were my parents room is and so I ran upstairs, I found my mom in the bathroom dialing 911 on the phone when I saw my dad dead on the floor..." She started to tear up again so Chris decided that was enough for her.
"So Jacoub what did you do that night on the murder?"
"That I was crashing out on the couch downstairs and fell asleep watching some paid programming commercial, I then woke up when Carlene started to shake me, thats all." Said Jacoub turning around to comfort his girlfriend.
Grimore thought for a moment about this whole ordeal and kept thinking and searching for an answer to this.
"Is your gardener here today?" Grimore asked to see if he could interrogate another suspect.
" No I haven't seen him since 6:00pm yesterday." replied Jacoub still comforting Carlene.
"Thank you for your time," Grimore said getting up and heading toward the backyard having a plan in mind.

As Chris opened the door to the backyard he couldn't help, but look at its astounding beauty. The backyard was much greener than the front and had an enormous forest surrounding it. It had nature all around and had many trees and bushes all around and the backyard was only bordered by the tall pines that hanged in the forest. Chris though didn't have time to look at this and quickly ran through the back yard searching for an area that was a perfectly dumb place to hide something. Only walking once he neared the shed, Grimore stepped on the lush grass and stopped outside the shed preparing for what was inside. The shed was near the very edge of the garden and had a few pines surrounding it, it looked rural and had brown , chipped paint all over the shed. Grimore opened up the shed to reveal nothing, but normal gardening items. Grimore quickly digged through the mess of weed eaters, lawn mowers, shovels, axes, poles, a bloody glass shard, dirty wires....wait a bloody glass shard? Grimore turned back around and looked at the small wooden desk that had small shovels, wires, and a bloody glass shard. "Perfect, I've found it already...and I have a feeling who the murderer may be." Grimore said to himself putting the glass shard into a plastic bag, and then into his small briefcase.
"Who's there?" Said a voice from a man. Chris turned around to see a man that was somewhat short, the man was also wearing a baseball cap and was wearing some gardening gloves covered with dirt.
"Oh I am Detective Chris Grimore...I was just looking around for clues...how are you?" Chris said holding out his hand nervously. The man looked like he was going to grab the electric chainsaw to the right of him and charge at Grimore screaming bloody murder while chopping him into pieces. The man looked at Grimore then held out his hand and shook his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you detective." he said.
"Are you Max Garsham the gardener?"
"Yes, is there anything I can help you with?"
"No not at all I was just leaving..."
"Is that so?"
"Uh yeah." Detective Grimore looked away toward the window and hoped the man wouldn't kill him too IF he was the murderer...but finding the murder weapon in his shed pretty much points to him.
"I'll leave now." Said Grimore jogging out of the shed and then running toward the house.
"Crazy detective." Max said shaking his head.

Grimore was now walking through the hallway to the murder scene, the most important scene of course. Chris walked into the bathroom down the hall of the master bedroom with ease. Once he saw the blood on the floor he almost turned right around, but kept still entered the bathroom. He saw the chalk impression of the man on the floor and also saw a broken mirror, which probably where the murder weapon came from. Chris saw that everything else besides the blood on the floor, broken mirror, and mirror shards looked fine. "Well this might be hard to solve." He said looking at the few clues he had. Yeah so what Max got a bloody mirror shard in his shed? Did Max have a motive? No. Which made Chris's investigation ever more difficult.
"Detective."
The voice nearly scared Chris half to death until he turned and realize it was just Jenry the creepy butler.
"Look in the master bedroom." Jenry said and disappeared as slyly as he had come.
"Uh thanks for the tip." Said Grimore looking around for the disappearing butler.

The master bedroom looked quite old fashioned. It had large pictures surrounding the king sized bed and had a great soft carpet that had all sorts of designs on it. What intrigued Grimore was the giant painting on the roof of the room that had an angel shooting a large golden bow. Grimore glanced at his watch showing that he had 15 hours left, no pressure I suppose...maybe. He looked around wondering why the butler wanted for him to come in here. He walked around the large room glancing at the pictures and nice designs when he saw a desk, a desk with something vital. At first glance it looked like some piece of paperwork, look closer you'll see its a will, look even closer and you'll see its a will so that when Hugh Baxter died Cassandra would inherit 100 million dollars and Carlene would inherit 25 million dollars. "I got the motive." said Chris half dancing across the room as he put it in his briefcase.
"I'm sure they won't mind." Chris said slightly chuckling, but when he thought about it again the mystery just got more tied up, more difficult, and it would take much longer to solve, and on top of that he still had a job to do.
" I just need to do more searching." Said Chris, that was actually the only thing he could do right now.

Walking across the hall Grimore met up with Jacoub in the hallway that led to the spiraling stairs. Grimore saw Jacoub holding a wet rag in one hand and a bottle of bleach in the other.
"Hey hows Carlene holding up?" Said Grimore eying the objects in Jacoubs hands.
"She's doing pretty well."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Huh so...what are you doing?"
"Just...taking these to the bathroom in the attic."
"Theres a bathroom in the attic?"
"Oh I mean to clean up a mess in that room over there."
"What mess?"
"Soda, accidentally spilled some."
"Alright you go ahead and clean that."
"Ok see ya detective."
"See ya Jacoub." said Grimore ending the conversation. He watched Jacoub disappeared into a room all the way down the hall. Chris Grimore was curious and he wanted to see what Jacoub was up too. As long as Chris didn't get stabbed in the face with a glass shard he would be fine. Chris tiptoed to the door and silently put his ear to the door. He heard nothing so he creaked the door open. Chris saw a very dusty and dark room that laid before him and Chris wasn't about to walk in there without a source of light. Chris pulled out his trusty pen sized flashlight, turned it on, and walked into the dark room. It looked somewhat like an attic with its creaky floor boards and moldy ceiling. Not only that, there were boxes everywhere filled to the top with odd items. Dolls, bedsheets, books, lamps, pillows, and all sorts of other things. He was startled when he saw a mouse creep by and was followed by a large rat. Grimore saw one more door, and it had lights on in the room. He heard the rustling of a garbage bag and he also heard grunts as he heard someone put stuff in the bag. Suddenly the door opened and Chris was forced to jump into the darkness and remain quite, even though he made a loud THUMP when he landed, the person didn't seem to notice. Chris then saw Jacoub look around and then quickly exit the room forgetting to turn of the light in the room. Chris peered and looked inside the room which appeared to be a closet, and there near his feet and near all the dusty coats in the closet was a garbage bag. He quickly opened the bag to find bloody garden gloves and bloody garden clothes. Thats when his phone rang.

"Hello?" Said Chris taking the objects out and trying to stuff them into his briefcase.
"Hey it's Brad I'm here to let you know about the autopsy." Brad said, this time when Brad talked Grimore could hear books falling in the background.
" The autopsy revealed Hugh Baxter died at 11:27pm, due to a stab wound from a jagged knife of some sort,"
"A bloody glass shard" Chris corrected while seeing the bleach and rag in a small box in the closet.
" K cool you got that, anyway we couldn't find any finger prints on him and it seems that the forensic part of this investigation won't be much help to you in this Chris."
"Ok wait lemme get out of this room it's clogging my nose to the point were I can't breath out of them." said Chris turning around to the closet door. Instead of leaving the room, he was greeted with a baseball bat to the head, knocking him unconscious.

When Chris awoke from his slumber of being unconscious he found himself tied to what seemed to be a wooden pole that was so tall in connected to the roof of the building. He concluded from the creaky wooden floorboards, cobwebs, and roof above him that he was in the attic. He also determined from the attic roof it was night...which was not good. He started to struggle trying to attempt to break free, but they ended in failure.
"Detective Grimore," said a man behind Grimore. Chris tried to turn around to see who it was, but he didn't have to as the man now stood in front of him.
"Jacoub Fisher I believe?" Chris asked seeing Jacoub walk into a shine of light from a crack on the roof, it was very dark in the room and Chris could barely see his hands.
"It is me Chris Grimore." Jacoub said walking around Chris like a panther stalking a zebra, ready to pounce at any sight of movement.
"Cut the chase, just tell me why you are doing this and why you killed Hugh Baxter." Chris was sweating nervously as Jacoub now instead of holding a baseball bat, now had a knife in his hand. Chris made sure to keep Jacoub in plain sight so he would be sure his head wouldn't come off if Jacoub decided to strike again.
"Sure thing Detective, your as good as dead anyway." Jacoub chuckled to himself. Chris just rolled his eyes trying to keep his cool.
"Well November 10th, 8 days before the murder, me and Carlene were having some financial troubles. We decided to stay at her father's mansion from November 12th to November 19th. When we arrived at the mansion all was swell...until I caught Carlene's mother writing in her dictionary. I quickly took the diary at November 13th and began to read it. It talked about how much Cassandra Baxter hated her husband and how she wanted to just kill him and get the will money and leave this life of her to a new life in Montreal." Jacoub began to tap the knife against his trying to scare and distract Chris as he told his story. Chris however was searching for his pocket knife that might be his only way out from the rope that tied his hands to the wooden pole. His feet were free, but it didn't do him much good if he couldn't move anywhere.
" One night she caught me reading her diary and gave me the most evilest grin you could ever imagine."Jacoub began again. "Her face's wrinkles seemed to explode all over her face, and her eyes seemed to have a red and devious shine to them, and the way she smiled...I will never forget, it was like a cannibal about to get her first meal all week." He seemed to cringe at the thought of that devious smile returning to his mind again. " That was also the day we began the plans for the murder of Hugh Baxter. She promised that she would give me half of her money from the will if I participated in this murder, we then decided to make the plans. Our plan was on November 18th around 11:30 pm, to break a mirror in the bathroom down the hall of the master bedroom. I would grab the largest shard available and run out and hide in the stairs with the gardeners clothes. Once he came out of the room and went into the bathroom I would come up behind him and end his life right then in there." Jacoub gave a half laugh as Chris looked away in the disgust of the Jacoubs reason for murder.
"It's always money." Thought Chris.
"Well most of the time." He thought again.
"After I killed Hugh." Jacoub began again. " I would get the items from the murder and place it in Max's shed in hopes of framing him. I left the bloody glass shard in there, but I forgot to leave murder clothes in there cause I thought I heard someone coming from the forest, I would then later put the murder clothes in a plastic bag in the closet. After putting the stuff in the right places, well besides the clothes, me and Cassandra began to handle the police in the mansion. I'm sure that not one of them were as bright as you detective, for they didn't even check the shed, so my plan did not work 100%." Jacoub stopped talking and turned toward Chris with the knife in his hand. Chris nearly whimpered when Jacoub went near Chris with the knife. Chris knew he had to get out of these ropes. . .and fast!
" November 18th you came here to solve this murder in under twenty-four hours trying to figure this out ,but now you will enter your demise. . .mission failed Chris Grimore?" Asked Jacoub getting ready to swipe at Chris at any moment.
"I'm not going to let a low life like you succeed in killing two people...if I did let you succeed I would be a bad detective wouldn't I?" Chris said it with enthusiasm and ego, yet inside he felt like rocketing out of there. Chris just had a small strand of rope to stealthily cut by using is pocket knife. He was now getting anxious and began to cut rapidly as Jacoub rose his knife over his head.
"Hope this doesn't hurt Detective Chris Grimore." Said Jacoub laughing as the knife was now ready to strike. Suddenly Jacoub swiped with the knife, which was right when broke free and jumped behind Jacoub. Chris felt like crying aloud how he just survived a guy swiping a knife at him when he suddenly felt a terrible pain in his leg. He looked down and saw a cut, not to deep, but it still needed some attention. Chris limped and stood up as Jacoub turned around with the knife. Jacoub now looked like he wasn't going to waste time talking and quickly charged at Grimore swiping furiously and yelling with intense rage. Chris quickly jumped out of the way and cried out in agony as his leg went sharp with pain. No it wasn't bleeding badly, but it hurt...a lot. Chris limped to the wooden pole and leaned against it, leaning on it for support as he wanted to stay on his feet if Jacoub attacked again.
"Prepare for you demise Detective." Jacoub laughed holding his knife and ready to attack again. Chris just rolled his eyes and tried to act as brave as possible. Jacoub suddenly charged and ran at Chris faster than the speed of sound, and struck.

Chris opened his eyes and looked around. Jacoub yelled with ferocity as he found out his knife was stuck to the wooden pole. Jacoub roared and screamed and jiggled the knife in failure. Chris used this distraction to find a weapon of his own. Chris's pocket knife was now under Jacoubs feet so Chris looked around for his weapon of choice. Chris saw his briefcase and realized he could possibly get the glass shard. Chris ran to the briefcase with the creaky floorboards echoing through the entire house. Right when He got a hold of the briefcase Jacoub pulled out his knife, and charged toward Grimore with grimace on his face. Grimore quickly picked up the briefcase and did the only thing he could do that moment. He flung the briefcase toward Jacoub and the last thing Chris heard was a loud THUMP! Detective Grimore opened his eyes and looked down upon Jacoub Fisher, who sat on the floor unconscious from the blow of a briefcase.
"Seems like my briefcase is a lucky item now." He said looking down on his trench coat that really didn't help him out this time around.
"My work isn't done yet though." He said to himself looking toward the attic door.

*Ending >>>>>>>>>>>

It's not of me durr. It's of my art capabalities. Which means I suck terribly at art. Well this actully I think is ok and isnt terrible. This will be my art pic of an eye for a while. Oh yeah and I made another version thats seperate from the cold Icey one. Yeah i'm not an artist, but i'm ok I guess...at drawing eyes XD. I cant draw anything else for crud.
Enjoy
Used theeeeee paint.
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