Whoa whoa, Mr. Ghost Pratte, let’s not be too hasty. Maybe you just had a slight accident and slipped and fell on your pin in a most unfortunate way. Let’s let the detectives do their work before jumping to conclusions.
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Wait smpratte was kissing his own grandma?? Or pfm was kissing smpratte’s grandma? Im getting whiplash from this man good lord 
OH DEAR. OH DEAR, DEAR, DEAR, DEAR, DEAR. HOW CAN THIS BE? HOW CAN HE BE GONE? HOW IS IT THAT THE VERY LAST WORDS I HEARD HIM SAY INVOLVED A SATANIC YELLOW MOUSE?
I’m not like the others. This hurts me. This pains me further down than I even thought possible. That’s why I had to take more time. Why I couldn’t just start throwing accusations around like a child. But if there is anything that can come even close to healing this broken old soul of mine, it’s truth… so here it goes.
I last saw Scotty alive at lunchtime. I was growing tired of Brendan’s usual tomfoolery so I spent much of the day exploring aside from a brief run-in with him around 2:00 PM. I spent part of this time talking about life and loves with the rabbit boy. He was sweet and I could tell he needed some attention from someone with a little less fur. I told him of how I had always dreamed of traveling to Japan (something Scotty and I shared). But I didn’t want to be here for colorful cardboard… I wanted to become a voice star on an anime show. Perhaps even Pokémon if that is what would help me rekindle my relationship with Scotty. PFM didn’t seem to care though. He was lost in his own dream of becoming rich, of escaping the small town he lived in and writing murder mysteries. That’s where things got… peculiar. He told me he was going to do something about that dream. He said nothing more - but I saw the look on his face - I saw his eyes turn black like those furry little creatures he loved and I saw his face transform into something maniacal, something, dare I say… evil.
Admittedly I was shaken after this incident. Perhaps I wasn’t thinking clearly. I started talking with Will and something flared up inside of me. I was so sick of being burdened by a husband who was a failure. I was sick of dealing with a man who played with children’s toys and couldn’t focus on me for a minute. Will lived in the moment. He was a real man who wanted real things… like bitcoin. I decided I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him and I leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. He was distracted and turned at the last moment and I landed on his lips instead. I promise I am no hussy and this was not a happening I’m proud to admit. Horrified, I ran off to the lady’s room. By 6:00 PM I had changed hoping Will wouldn’t recognize me if we crossed paths again.
By 6:45 guilt was eating me alive, so I did the womanly thing to do and I went to find Will to apologize. He wasn’t outside, so I decided to check the vault. As I was making my way there, he came bustling around the corner. We collided, and simultaneously the lights went out. I screamed. Cursed my old mind, I can’t remember anything else until I was back in the lobby.
My grandson is gone and all I know is that it isn’t possible anyone else can hurt the way I do. I don’t have long left, but I promise you that these old bones won’t quit until they find out the truth.
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Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked from staring at too many screens young man. It was Mr. Will and I you saw. I mean come on. How many cocaines do you need to smoke to come to that conclusion? Please think of an old lady’s dignity before throwing such accusations around! And Scotty’s memory too for that matter!
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@brendantheclayboy Elder Pratte, may i ask where you were and what you were up to around 6-7pm, approximately around when Scott was presumed to be murdered?
Certainly, child. I was exploring the hotel from 3:30-6:30 and I had my little collision with Mr. Will outside of the vault just before 7 PM as I mentioned.
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And you call yourself a wife?! Well since we’re all being confessional… I myself have something to say… yes. Hmmm.
The relationship with my wife is falling apart! We hate each other! I don’t trust her anymore! There, I said it! We’re always bein’ so garsh darn passive aggressive with each other. There’s so much tension… I just came on this trip to enjoy myself and by myself as much as I can. And to hopefully find a new path amidst a wavering and rough past of bad choices and misdirection. I may be old but as long as you have life left to live you need to leave behind your regrets and push forward!
I’ve felt trapped in my life. I’m not happy anymore. I hadn’t been looking at my cards, my dear hobby… much any more. Granny and I aren’t close—haven’t been in a long time…
She’s insufferable. She lives way beyond her means. She criticizes me for everything. She has ripped up my worlds promos and coerced me to be rid of my prized cards at every turn in our lives. And because of all this it has led to financial struggles myself. My passion for my collectibles has turned into a bloody addiction that I turn to for comfort and peace from this woman! I want to be rid of her but how can I now that dear Scotty is gone! This has ruined everything, first the joy I came to feel at this event, and enjoy with him, whom I’ve always loved more than my own wife, and now my ability to make choices for the future. The agony!
I don’t even trust her. Maybe she’s the one who killed him! I know, I know… how uhh why… would a granny kill or have killed her own grandson?! Well, she has a dark past and a lot of darkness in her! You haven’t seen what I’ve seen! And she’s in more trouble than she lets on! She acts innocent and lofty, but she’s pernicious and manipulative!
Awhhh god! There, a weight lifted off my chest! I feel that I can breathe, young ones! Now I feel I can seek out Scotty’s killer in good conscience. We all have secrets, all of us, mine I couldn’t bear in secret for any longer.
Mine is the most transparent of occurrences. I was one of the only people wandering the hotel out in open sight. So take that young man. I will have no doubts surrounding my circumstances. I’ve been liberated by revelation! I am a freed man now!
Oh wait! I remember I went to check the lights. After the flicker, after the murder. But they weren’t working. Remember I had checked with a flashlight to see my grandson. It was then when I saw the Blastoise gift I gave him impaled within him. The agony!
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Yes, you’re right dear. But you forgot that you provide my means and therefore if I were to live within them, I’d have to eat that cardboard you call your “livelihood”
We have the RV because you lost us our house. I suppose you’ll have to find another “home” all the same. Enjoy your “liberation” while I focus on my dreams and finding Scotty’s killer.
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Homewrecker!
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You could say that if we HAD a home to wreck. BUT WE ARE LIVING IN AN RV BECAUSE WE HAVE NO HOME TO WRECK! Also dear, there’s an arrow button at the bottom of the post to reply just to me and not all these other poor souls that have to read your groveling. Now can we focus on finding MY grandson’s killer? Unless it was you?
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I don’t know how to use these smarty phones, this is a public panel at this point anyway woman!
What kind of old woman are you, all a sudden an expert on using technology!
Of course it wasn’t me! I was outside of that vault the entire time! Let’s just find out who this killer is.
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@brendantheclayboy @tcgmaine okay now mr. And mrs. Pratte, i know emotions are running high right now, but please, lets try to stay calm and figure this out.
Can you guys tell me about the abundance of packages that @stagecoach mentioned seeing inside your RV?
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They are my possessions! As my wife had announced to the world, the RV is the current home. There, so now we can air my shame publicly. Grr. Ah!
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This has been fantastic so far.
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Damn all this passion is kinda hot g’ma pratte… uh, I mean what? Anyone want to hear about the next bull run? 
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I’m just gonna throw this back out there…
Hey now, what would I have to gain by killing smpratte?
- I would not be able to buy his cards and sell them via Heritage Auctions.
- @pfm would not pay me handsomely for getting the TMB 008/P.
I came here to make a name for myself and to make some money. I’ve all but sh*t the bed on those goals, but at least I am less guilty than others.
Emotions are running high. Perhaps some people are getting nervous…
The Scenario:
You can hear the wail of distant police sirens. Soon investigators will be swarming the Hotel and asking questions you may not want to answer. You still have a few minutes, though, and there are a few issues with your fellow guests you want to clear up…
These are my PRIVATE MESSAGES, I can’t believe these leaked.
But yes it was @Will and @tcgmaine (Grandma Pratte) and it was fucking weird. Everyone who goes to Worlds is a total degenerate, I swear. But especially clout-chasers like Will who have seemingly no scruples at all.
These people all have something to hide, EXCEPT FOR ME! I AM HONEST WITH MY FANS!
Earlier in the day, I bumped into Grandma Pratte (@tcgmaine). I was so out of sorts with dollar signs in my eyes that I mistook her for smpratte! I began asking her questions about the extent of her collection, but she interrupted me. When I looked close, I saw that she was not smpratte at all.
Wow, her short hair, tall stature, and surprisingly broad shoulders made that old lady look just like her grandson!
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