Joining the Guild of Montgomery Moncreiff.
Loose Ends
There are 10 loose ends in this story.
| Choice ID | Choice | Room ID |
|---|---|---|
| 14564 | Firearms. | 7000 |
| 14565 | Create a cucumber crisp distribution company. Money may be made. Woman may be wooed. God may be found. | 7000 |
| 14566 | Don your black mask and gloves and swipe those uncouth troglodytes with flashing swipes of your rapier, injected with healthy doses of quick wit and slick repartee. | 7000 |
| 14572 | Firearms. | 7005 |
| 14573 | Kill all original servants and hire poor Ethiopian men to get the job done instead. They work ten times harder for twenty times less pay. It's Western genius, I tell you. | 7005 |
| 14574 | Don your crackwhore attire - usually saved for those crazy Friday nights out - and promise rewards of carnal gratification to each servant in return for getting the job finished quickly. | 7005 |
| 14578 | Wail at him about aliens in the laundry room. Implore him to try and decipher their code again. This may keep him busy for some time. | 7007 |
| 14731 | Grab the nearest servant, slam your pistol into his hand, and fire on poor Donald Cardew. Drag the two to the Moncreiff's. The servant, being a middle-aged Ethiopian man unable to speak English will not be able to defend himself from the blame. You dog. | 7104 |
| 14732 | Blame God. Explain to Moncreiff that under the intellectual chastity of Donald Cardew was a frightfully satanic man who performed perverted sexual activities after dark. Persuade him that God smote Donald because of this. Just remember to kill him first. | 7104 |
| 14733 | Give Mr. Cardew a pair of fake glasses with eyes painted on them. As long as he doesn't mention to Moncreiff that the glasses are in fact fake, and he is in fact blind, you've got nothing to worry about. This may not be the safest option. | 7104 |