Gotterdammerung

[It wasn't a surprise, per se, that the milk was bad news, but after seeing Mao's bizarre delusion on Tuesday as well as getting gunned down by a hallucinating Yuna later that day, as well as the calls going out about it, it was clear the milk had some pretty horrific side effects. And, having been made the father of the household, this meant that it was Wilhelm's duty to protect those under his roof from said effects.

And that's precisely what he meant to do.

For the following three days of the event, although not on the last day, Wilhelm will be getting up early enough to try and intercept anyone else from getting the milk and drinking it himself. The results, and interactions with him, are as follows.]

( August 18th - Grade A Poison; Action )

( August 19th - Hormone Free Milk; Action/Phone )

Phone
For as wonderful as mankind is, as talented and powerful as you are? There are times when you sicken me.

Your race has one of the greatest gifts of all: the potential for personal growth. To become more then a sum of your parts. This is a gift few things possess; most must stay as they are, and have always been? But you? All things you might want could eventually be within your reach because of this potential.

And yet, so few of you actually move towards it, grasp it, make it yours. You're far happier with simply allowing others of your race, a select few, do the movement for you and reaping those benefits, when every man could in the end make a difference if they but tried.

It's quite frustrating to watch.

( August 20th - Razor blades; Action somewhat squicky )