MURDERFIA: REDUX: (VERY END)

My fellow Eagletimeans, the recent string of deaths that has stricken our land is most unfortunate. Bigro was a great man, and it is only appropriate that we pay him tribute in the most fitting of ways:

Chocolate. With flowers. Which are, themselves, made of chocolate.



With that out of the way, there is a further grave matter to discuss. I may not have long to live, for upon me is some manner of ancient curse of death that we have not been able to discern the cause of. Most unfortuitous. Thus, I am forced to search for any means necessary to ensure my survival, be it through strange and inexplicably appearing machines or through further ancient curses that we also do not understand. In case it does not work out, I must remind you. Vote for tubers. For the Potato Party offers you, Eagletimeans, true choice, true freedom.

Experiment on self with medical machine.