Entry Number Eleven.

I died today.

Well, obviously I respawned, because I'm here writing, so why is it such a big deal that I died? Death happens. Permadeath has low chances for natural deaths. See, the problem wasn't that I died, or that I respawned. The problem was where I respawned: I had lost my bed, so I ended up at spawn.

The feeling of being away from the Jungle was horrible, like something important had been taken away from me. I freaked out, and broke down. It was like I wasn't even myself anymore. I don't know why it happened, but I never want it to happen again.

Eventually, I made my way back to the Jungle. Since then, I've tried to leave again, but I couldn't. I'd get so close to the edge of this place that I could see the sunlight shining down from the outside, and then my legs would get heavy, and I wouldn't be able to move them, or I'd remember something and hurry back to our base, only to forget what it was the moment I got back.

What I'm saying is that I think, even though I'm not affected by whatever is going on with Doc, and Beef, and Etho, the Jungle still has me. I can't escape.

Long live the nHo,

BDoubleO100

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Cub sighed, looking at his notes about the scene of disappearance. He could pin down the time of Iskall's vanishing to within about to minutes, but that was literally all he had on the case of their kidnapping. He ran over his notes once more, just to be sure, but found nothing of use. No fingerprints, or hairs, or anything. Iskall might as well have been disintegrated by a ghost, except then there would be dust.

"I hope you're having better luck than me, Renson." He muttered, as Ren stood up, scribbled something down, then walked over to him.

"I'm sorry, but I've got nothing. The only footprints I could find were Iskall's coming in. As far as the evidence points, they walked in here, started to answer my message, and then promptly ceased existing." Ren explained.

"People don't just do that, Ren. Are you sure there wasn't anything else? Anything at all?" Cub sighed, exasperated.

"Just our own footprints, but that's a given." Ren shrugged.

"Great. So we've got no clues, no witnesses, only a crime and a time when it would've happened. For my first case, this is going terribly." Cub groaned.

"What about magic?"

"It doesn't feel authentic and Sherlock-y, but... do we have a choice?"

"I don't think we do... wait." Ren suddenly gasped, looking down at his ankle. A small vine had wrapped around it. Ren tried to pull himself out, but the vine had other ideas. It wrapped more tightly around his ankle, and began pulling him into the ground. Ren let out a yelp of surprise, echoed by Cub. The latter rushed forward and grabbed Ren's arm, trying to hold him up. Eventually, the vine gave up and let go. Ren stood up, dusting himself off.

"I think we found our prime suspect for who got Iskall." Cub remarked, stunned by the suddenness of the event.

"And Tomato Yoshi too!" Ren pointed out indignantly.

 "And Tomato Yoshi too." Cub agreed halfheartedly. "Let me trace it." Cub muttered a few words in Vex under his breath, and a blue nimbus popped up around his head. A glowing blue line appeared in the floor, running in a straight line in a southeasterly direction.

"So we... follow the line?" Ren asked. "This really does have a different flavour to the last Sherlock adventure."

"Our culprit is clearly using magic, so why can't we?" Cub shrugged, his viewpoint turned around.

"Well then. To the rescue?" Ren asked.

"To the rescue." Cub agreed.

The two gathered up the materials necessary for a long journey into the far reaches of the server, and set off to rescue Iskall. And Tomato Yoshi too.

Did I forget about Tomato Yoshi when writing this? Maybe. Will this become a running gag? Maybe. Did I forget to write this yesterday? Maybe. Will I ever stop answering everything with maybe? Maybe.

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!