The Yellow Distinction

With eyes-peeled you make your way into the fireplace lit DINING ROOM and are immediately struck by how much the hardwood floors and wood paneled walls have been riddled with bullets. Bloodstains have soaked into the wood to give it a blotchy look in parts but you focus your attention for any threats as you circle the perimeter of the room. Piles of stuff along the walls, junk mainly keep you from sticking terribly close to the walls but as you reach the second corner you come across three things of interest. A TOP HAT, CANE and full box of MAC N CHEESE have been discovered by you to which you think that maybe the CANE could be a reliable weapon considering how sturdy it looks. The DINING ROOM is walled with junk and cupboards overflowing with junk and the center table overflowing with junk, you might be able to find a bunch of good stuff in here. There seems to be a considerable amount of mould that has grown through the bottom of the table to the floor preserving an odd smell and shape.

You notice a door on the wall you are closest to now and it is closed still. You are inspecting this when you can hear the sounds of chewing. Startled you spin around to make out that one the opposite end of the giant wooden eight seat table dripping with mould there is a man hunched over his meal. The window behind him lets in no light but only draws it out. The sound of his masticating gives you temporary chills.

The large man has white hair and a moustache and a thick blushed face complete with a large body that demonstrates not only a bon-vivant but a man of tall stature. His white tie matches how his hair contrasts to his pink shirt and black suspenders. He finishes his chewing to speak.
“Wot’s dat boey? I say, I say, who the fuck are you?”, wiping the white residual food from around his mouth and taking a puff from a nearly extinguished cigar. He now proceeds to put-out his cigar into his place of INSTA-MASH while speaking more. “Now I see dat it’s anotha of y’all contestants” he continues while his arm slowly creeps under the table “Apparently of the yellow distinction.” and as he speaks his pulls out a shotgun to place an exclamation point on his sentence which would be followed by an awkward pause.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”