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Continued from Part 1 (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[//''HOWIE'S TESTIMONY What I saw and what I'm sure happened!''//] 1. I woke up from my ol' snoozin' spot as soon as I heard commotion! 2. I had to switch from snoozing in the broom closet right next to the bathroom where the crime happened because I lost my dadgum badge the other day! 3. I ran into the bathroom and I saw the defendant standing there, staring at the body! 4. It was obvious that he was startled by the sight of the guy who had been picking on him so much lately and he shot him in fear! 5. He was even crying as I detained him for further questioning from corporate representatives! Chameleon: (Alright. This is the real deal. If I find something that seems contradictory to the evidence, I should press it and then ''Present'' a piece of evidence from the Court Record!) Custodian: "This testimony seems rather flimsy. You should be able to find the contradiction rather swiftly so we may end this farce." [[Court Record |cr2]] [[Press 1|HTP1]] [[Press 2|HTP2]] [[Press 3|HTP3]] [[Press 4|HTP4]] [[Press 5|HTP5]]

//''Profiles:''// ''-The Chameleon:'' Me! I'm not much of a looker, but I think I'm fairly capable at this fake law stuff. ''-The Custodian:'' The creator of the project that has turned me into this. A mean, forboding man, but he's mostly harmless. Real name: Dante Cormack. ''-Noah Jackson:'' He puts the "cunt" in "cuntinously making a mockery of everything he gets a hand on." ''-Judge Smoking Bob Williams:'' A sweet, kind GM who could probably kick my ass if he heard me say that. Pretty good fellow, regardless. ''-Steve Sayors:'' The main interviewer of the XWF. He's a pushover, but he's become the principal suspect in this murder. ''-"Bear" Lee Nuye:'' A referee in training who was tragically shot. The victim. ''-Howie D. Dewitt:'' The janitor who cleans the bathroom where the crime took place. President of the Steve Sayors Hate Club. Yeesh. //''Evidence:''// ''-XWF Employment Card:'' This proves that I am a contracted member of the XWF. I don't know if it does much else. ''-Autopsy Report:'' Victim was shot through the chest at approximately 4:25 pm. The bullet cleared straight through the heart, killing the victim near instantly. ''-Crime Scene Photo:'' A black and white picture of the crime scene. It shows the victim slumped over with bits of broken tile near him. ''-Stall Door:'' The stall door that Lee was behind at the time of murder. There is a bullet hole clean through it. //Press the back button to return to the previous page.//

Howie: "I woke up from my ol' snoozin' spot as soon as I heard commotion!" Chameleon: "Old snoozing spot? What exactly do you mean?" Howie: "Is it so strange for weird mirror faced folk to have a nap? Cuz' that's what we normal folk do!" Chameleon: "I suppose my question is, why not just find somewhere comfortable in an employee's only area if you want to take a snooze. Not that I'd know anything about that!" Howie: "I was just getting to that part! Now, as I was saying..." [[Court Record |cr2]] [[back |Untitled Passage]] [[Present |present2m]]

Howie: "I had to switch from snoozing in the broom closet right next to the bathroom where the crime happened because I lost my dadgum badge the other day!" Chameleon: "You lost your XWF badge? How did you manage that?" Howie: "No clue! I just couldn't find it starting a few days ago." Jackson: "Shut up, Cuntmeleon! Nobody cares how he lost it! Let's keep going forward." [[Court Record |cr2]] [[back |Untitled Passage]] [[Present |present2m]]

Howie: "I ran into the bathroom and I saw the defendant standing there, staring at the body!" Chameleon: "Did he have a weapon on him?" Howie: "Well, of course he did! He had to have a gun to shoot him, duh!" Judge: "I believe the defense is asking if you saw Mr. Sayors with a gun in his hand." Howie: "Well... maybe not, but I know for a fact he did it!" Judge: "Well, why would he have shot at the victim, presuming he had a gun like you say, Mr. Dewitt?" [[Court Record |cr2]] [[back |Untitled Passage]] [[Present |present2m]]

Howie: "It was obvious that he was startled by the sight of the guy who had been picking on him so much lately and he shot him in fear!" Chameleon: "So, you're telling the court that you're convinced that Mr. Sayors had to see the victim in order to want to shoot him?" Howie: "Well, duh! Why wouldn't he ya blasted bucket o' bolts?" Chameleon: (Something about that seems wrong... I feel like Sayors couldn't have seen the victim at the time of the shooting. Maybe I should present something?) [[Court Record |cr2]] [[back |Untitled Passage]] [[Present |present2]]

Howie: "He was even crying as I detained him for further questioning from corporate representatives!" Chameleon: "Don't you think that makes it seem like it was less likely that he ended up doing it, Howie?" Judge: "Indeed. A cold-hearted killer doesn't seem like the type to cry." Jackson: "Are youse cunts that daft? He was crying because he got caught. This is obvious!" Judge: "Hm... I suppose you're correct." Chameleon: (Great. This case is going wonderful for us. I feel like I might have missed something earlier, but I'm not sure what...) [[Court Record |cr2]] [[back |Untitled Passage]] [[Present |present2m]]

Chameleon: "Look at this! This proves there is a contradiction with the evidence and the testimony!" Jackson: "...You fuckin' what, mate?" Judge: "The court agrees with the vulgar examination by Mr. Jackson. You fucking what, Chameleon?" Chameleon: (Well great, now I look like a fool. Better go back and check over everything again. Maybe I'm looking at the wrong part of the testimony...) //Press the back button to go to the prevous page.//

Chameleon: "Hold it! Mr. Dewitt, are you aware that your assertion that the defendant saw the victim at that time is completely false?" Howie: "What?! What's the meaning of this? He had to have seen him to shoot him!" Chameleon: "I agree wholeheartedly! My question is: why is there a bullet hole in the stall door?" Jackson: "Oh fuck." Judge: "You're right! There is!" Howie: "Gck!" Chameleon: "Nice try, Howie, but you're not fooling this court! Clearly, the shooter who fired at Mr. Nuye couldn't have seen him because the door was closed!" Howie: "But, but! I monitor the bathroom habits of all o' ya! Lee went to the same stall every time he went to take a shit! Anyone who studied his schedule would know that!" Chameleon: "Well, Howie, the only person who fits that bill right now... is you." Howie: "Wait! I-I didn't do a thing!" Judge: "Mr. Jackson, your witness looks quite suspicious!" Jackson: "Better start squealing pig. Bob don't like being lied to." [[next|p3]]

Howie: "F-fine! I admit it! I found the bullet in the bathroom after I had cleared it out! It was stuck in the wall tile underneath the sink, opposite from the stalls!" Chameleon: "Wait a second... That would mean the shooter had to shoot the gun through the wall! He couldn't have been standing where Sayors was! Steve is innocent!" Howie: "There's no garuntee he didn't have an accomplice! He could've done it I tell you! He could've!" Judge: "Unfortunately, Mr. Dewitt, you're the only suspect here who seems to have a way of knowing where Nuye was as well as the knowledge to kill him and frame Sayors." Howie: "But, but!" Chameleon: (All in a day's w-) Jackson: "Hold it!" Chameleon: "What?! This case is over!" Jackson: "Not quite, Cuntmeleon! We have a witness who was close the victim. Not to mention, the broom closet is an employee restricted area. You need a key card to get through!" Chameleon: "But there's no way to prove that the janitor didn't have his card at the time of the murder!" Jackson: "Accept for the fact that he submitted a complaint to the lost and found about it!" Chameleon: "Objection! Sayors is still innocent! He couldn't have done it!" Judge: "Order, order! Mr. Jackson bring your next witness to the stand and make it quick!" Jackson: "Nothing would make me happier." [[next|p4]]

//I watch as she walks to the witness stand. Her hair is auburn and The Custodian gets noticably uncomfortable as she approaches. I've seen her before... who is she? She winks at The Custodian.// Kyers: "Hey there, Dante? Remember me? Long time no see." Custodian: "This is a dreadful turn of events." Chameleon: "What do you mean by that?" Kyers: "Your Honor, I would like to begin my testimony by saying that we have an important piece of evidence to add to the court record." Chameleon: "Wait! Why are so many things being added mid-trial? Shouldn't we get discovery?" Judge: "A copy of Daft Punk's Discovery shall be mailed to the defense at the conclusion of this trial. Now please pipe down. The pretty lady is going to begin speaking." Kyers: "Why thank you! Nice to hear someone say it! Lee Nuye was a whistleblower for a huge story: the identity of The Chameleon. He had managed to snap some alleged pictures of The Chameleon's identity, so we were keeping a close eye on him. However, before we could get a smoking gun... well, he got one of a different kind. The point it that we already requested a copy of the log of employee cards used on the broom closet door on the day of the murder!" Judge: "And, and? Who does it say went in there? Out with it!" [[next|p5]]

Kyers: "The card number belongs to Noah Jackson!" //There is a silence that overcomes the courtroom. It's the first time I've ever seen Noah shocked. Kyers, despite tanking the case for the prosecution, seems satisfied. The truth is that I know her assertation is false. I know it... because ''I have Noah Jackson's card.'' Now, I'm no murderer, but it looks awfully bad on me if I speak up here.// Jackson: "Wait a fuckin' minnit! I'm no killer! At least not in this canon!" Judge: "Bailiff, please take the prosecutor away to the actual police. Jackson: "But I didn't do it! I'm an innocent cunt, mate!" //What do I do? I risk putting myself and my match at risk if I speak up, but I promised I would go forward with The Custodian's project to the end. He helped me out of a dark place. Plus, it's Noah! He's a bad guy to begin with! Who cares if he gets locked away. He probably deserves it, right?// Jackson: "Please, cunts! I didn't kill ol' Lee, I liked the fucker a bit!" [[I have to speak up|p6]] [[Let him rot|p6]]

//I have to do the right thing. It doesn't matter what a voice in my head says. I rip off my mask, much to the chigrin of Kyers. The Custodian's face becomes long and wretched, a deep disappointment coloring his face as he realizes his one true goal of wiping away personality from someone cannot be achieved. Not to me, at least. They all see who I am now. There's no going back.// Chameleon: "I am Ned Kaye and I can tell you without a doubt that Noah is innocent." Judge: "NED KAYE?! WHAT?!?" Jackson: "The cuntmeleon has been a cuckmeleon the whole time! Holy shit!" Ned: "Sorry, Dante. I can't let someone innocent go to jail just to perserve your dream, especially considering... that you killed "Bear" Lee, didn't you?" //I stare at Dante with an intense hatred. This man played games with people's lives just to prove that he could approach perfection. But he made one mistake no one should ever make: he fucked with Ned Kaye.// [[next|p7]]

//I expect a wrathful cry from Dante, some final epic monologue from the man, but he stays silent for a moment before laughing immensely, slamming his fist down on the table in a rare and disturbing display of emotion, wiping a tear from his eye as he looks at me, his stare, icy and cold.// Custodian: "You got me, Chameleon. Congratulations. Enjoy life on the outside of the mask. The same life you came crawling to me to escape. I'll be waiting, be it in a jail cell or the facility. You'll come back to me. They always do." //I watch as they take him away. I wonder about what I'll do for money for Darcy's sister. Or what I'm going to do after all this, but before I can really think, a microphone is shoved into my face by Steve Sayors.// Steve: "So, Ned, what do you want to say now that you're back?" FIN