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shoddy storyboard is shoddy.
Plz be working with me. D:
Most of the villagers woke up that morning to see the sun rise – a collage of placid colors that started each day, sunlight spoiling their faces when they walked outside of their quaint houses to begin the day’s work. Nothing seemed different – nothing was noticeably different – until Raguna, the young man that worked on a farm on the outskirts of the village, was stopping by Dr. Hamburger’s office. He knocked, four times, and found no response – he also found that the door was locked and the shades were closed.
It was ten o’clock by that time. Surely, the doctor would be in already. Robert Hamburger had opened the clinic at nine o’clock for the past two years, and Raguna found himself coming to visit the young doctor quite often due to the amount of hard labor he performed daily.
He knocked again and this time called out, “Dr. Hamburger, are you alright?”
Still no response, and now Renny, who sometimes helped Raguna in his fields, walked up to one of the windows and tried to peer through the blinds to catch any sign of movement, but found nothing. “How strange. The clinic’s never been closed on a Thursday.”
“Do you think he’s just slept in late?”
“Maybe.”
“It’s not urgent or anything. I just wanted to give him some of the medicinal herbs I found.” Now self-assured, he nodded. “I’ll come back later. If you see him, Ren, tell him that I was looking for him.” With that, he left briskly to attend to his crops yet again.
Renny nodded and she, too, continued her daily routine, being careful to look out for Dr. Hamburger.
Throughout the day, word caught on that the clinic was closed. Rob sighed. “He gives us other Rob’s a bad name, you know. We depend on him to help us out when we’re ill and he decides to sleep in.”
Larissa chuckled and replied, “He works non-stop. He has given us check-ups everyday from nine in the morning to six at night, and even if you catch him outside on the street, he’ll stop to do what he can to help. I don’t think it’s really his fault that he decided to take a small break.”
By the time Raguna came back to the village, it was four p.m., and still Dr. Hamburger was nowhere to be found.
He tracked down Renny and stopped her when she was picking berries for her mother.
“I’m busy, Raguna.” She looked down at the basket in her hands. “Can’t we talk some other time…?”
“Renny, what if the doctor’s gotten himself ill?”
Sneering, she placed the basket down and folded her arms. “Raguna, if the doctor were ill, he would be able to take care of himself, silly.”
“But what if he were. Like. Knocked unconscious?” An expression of pure terror struck his face. “What if he had a heart attack – and no one was there, and now he’s dead? Oh, god, I’ve got to go check.”
“… how are you going to do that?”
“I’ll break down his door.”
And as Raguna sped off to do whatever he considered ‘justicey’ things, Renny waved him off with a sigh, completely unaware that he was right on at least one account.
An hour after the corpse of Dr. Hamburger was found, a town meeting was called.
“I believe that you’re all aware of the matter we’re addressing here today.” Rom was one of the most logical and calm people in the village, and he often headed all meetings; his voice did not waver and he managed to hide any fear under a blank face. He was currently standing upon a large wooden stage that they used for festivals and for the speakers during meetings. “The good doctor, Robert Hamburger, was found dead only an hour a go by this youth.” He gestured towards Raguna without actually turning his attention to him. “It would seem that he was shot through the head. I’m no doctor and I cannot tell you when, or the type of gun that was used, or the bullet – no, I can’t explain any of these things to help our search for whatever heathen that did this. I can say that his skin has a bluish tint, his hands are cold, and he has ceased breathing. He is most definitely dead.
“The perpetrator lies within this town somewhere – he might be your best friend or your own brother, but he is somewhere here, and for this heinous action, I believe that we should begin executions immediately.”
“Lynchings?” An afraid voice asked from the crowd. Rob moved up to the front of the crowd and continued. “We can come up with a more civil way to do things, right? What if we hang the wrong person?”
Rodger Rabbit shook his head. “It just means that we have to be careful about who we’re accusing. Do some research before you set someone up for the death penalty, alright?” He folded his arms. “Some innocent killings probably can’t be avoided–and that’s kind of messed up—but do you have a better suggestion?”
“What if it was just out of hate for Dr. Robert?” Renny called from the back. “What if there’s no real danger to anyone else?”
“I understand your concern, Renny, but I was always taught that it’s better safe than sorry.” Rom answered.
Brandy called with a worried face, “I haven’t seen Fubz around either, today.”
The small group of people, previously fairly silent when someone else was speaking, now broke into chatter with each other over this, until Rom managed to settle them down.
“Then we’ll check his house, too.” He began to walk off the stage toward the house nearest the edge of the village – quite a few people followed him, curious as to whether Fubz would prove to be dead, too.
And they found, as Romaru, too, broke down the door with Raguna’s ax, the equally lifeless body of Fubz. His normally neatly combed light brown hair was disheveled and matted with blood and his face was stuck in an expression of shock. It was a messy death, but Brandy managed to direct his eyes towards the pistol in Fubz’s hands.
“What does this mean?” Brandy asked as he knelt down and tried to pry the gun away, though his gaze was focused on Rom, who then walked unsteadily toward him.
“I’m not sure.” Rom turned around and shooed the rest of the group away. “Go back to the meeting spot. We’ll be there soon.”
After everyone obediently left (though a few took longer than others, eyes stuck on the body), Brandy gave up on the gun. “You’re always in control, Rom, so what does this mean.”
Rom shook his head, and the two left the house. Brandy tried to block the doorway with a stack of boxes in one of the nearby alleys.
Back at the town meeting, Rom took control again – looked like a fearless leader again. “It’s settled, then. Who is killing who? Vote now.”
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