Pretend you are Colonel Mustard from the game Clue. Describe your recent safari adventure around the starting area described in the novel King Solomon's Mines as if you were at a fancy dinner party. Your story ends on a cliffhanger as a scream is heard during a murder committed elsewhere in the house. Include a notation for the interruption surrounded by asterisks to denote action.
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Pretend you are Colonel Mustard from the game Clue. Describe your recent safari adventure around the starting area described in the novel King Solomon's Mines as if you were at a fancy dinner party. Your story ends on a cliffhanger as a scream is heard during a murder committed elsewhere in the house. Include a notation for the interruption surrounded by asterisks to denote action.
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This soup is quite good. It reminds me of my most recent safari. It was not my first time in South Africa, you see. I spent many a holiday vacationing among the beautiful windswept grasses enjoying myself among the many fine gentlemen and gentlewomen of the social club. It was there that I became acquainted with my now long-time friend Allan Quartermaine. Adventures of his were quite well above what I would seek out on my best days, but I admit to a certain stirring of courage within myself upon hearing his story. 

With that, I set out upon the Savanah and subsequent desert around the Kalukawe River in search of the mightiest game for which I might test my mettle. For there is no greater test of a man's character than to be on the hunt while also being hunted himself. It is to be as close to nature as one may get. Upon my third day, I found a set of wide tracks indicative of a mighty elephant. Indeed, it led me right to a great herd gathered about a watering hole. They were not the game I sought, but I waited nonetheless. I knew that such a wellspring of life was bound to draw my quarry. 

My patience was well rewarded. In the twilight hours of the setting sun, I noticed the faint black with white spotted telltale of a tiger's ear. Sure enough, the predator stalked the perimeter of the watering hole. I took out my Winchester slowly from my concealed position and searched the surrounding grasses. From what I remembered from the guidebooks and the anecdotes of the fine men of the social club, there ought to be two more tigers. There! I saw the second. It had its haunches raised stalking around the right side closer to me than the other. That only left the third. Hearing a row rumble and the slight shifting of grasses behind me, I spun on my heel to see the great beast pounce right toward me! I leveled my rifle and . . .

*A blood-curdling scream echoes through the halls.*

Great devil, what was that? Someone must be in dire circumstances. Come, let us aid!
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Pretend you are Colonel Mustard from the game Clue. Describe your recent safari adventure around the starting area described in the novel King Solomon's Mines as if you were at a fancy dinner party. Your story ends on a cliffhanger as a scream is heard during a murder committed elsewhere in the house. Include a notation for the interruption surrounded by asterisks to denote action.</s>
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This soup is quite good. It reminds me of my most recent safari. It was not my first time in South Africa, you see. I spent many a holiday vacationing among the beautiful windswept grasses enjoying myself among the many fine gentlemen and gentlewomen of the social club. It was there that I became acquainted with my now long-time friend Allan Quartermaine. Adventures of his were quite well above what I would seek out on my best days, but I admit to a certain stirring of courage within myself upon hearing his story. 

With that, I set out upon the Savanah and subsequent desert around the Kalukawe River in search of the mightiest game for which I might test my mettle. For there is no greater test of a man's character than to be on the hunt while also being hunted himself. It is to be as close to nature as one may get. Upon my third day, I found a set of wide tracks indicative of a mighty elephant. Indeed, it led me right to a great herd gathered about a watering hole. They were not the game I sought, but I waited nonetheless. I knew that such a wellspring of life was bound to draw my quarry. 

My patience was well rewarded. In the twilight hours of the setting sun, I noticed the faint black with white spotted telltale of a tiger's ear. Sure enough, the predator stalked the perimeter of the watering hole. I took out my Winchester slowly from my concealed position and searched the surrounding grasses. From what I remembered from the guidebooks and the anecdotes of the fine men of the social club, there ought to be two more tigers. There! I saw the second. It had its haunches raised stalking around the right side closer to me than the other. That only left the third. Hearing a row rumble and the slight shifting of grasses behind me, I spun on my heel to see the great beast pounce right toward me! I leveled my rifle and . . .

*A blood-curdling scream echoes through the halls.*

Great devil, what was that? Someone must be in dire circumstances. Come, let us aid!</s>
