This is Colin, "CarlosTheDwarf's" son. From what I was told, a lot of you here are familiar with me. Anyway, I regret to inform you that my father was killed today, we believe possibly by a ninja. I will explain in greater detail but first I must pass on a message that my father wrote prior to his death:

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Ok, this is CarlosTheDwarf. If you are reading this than that means I was killed, most likely by a ninja.

If you have no idea who Colin is and why I would be killed by a ninja, I would strongly suggest you read all of the earlier installments of my stories before reading any further. I had prepared the first two parts of my story to be posted on the forums by my brother in the event of my death. I felt it was a good story and someone should enjoy it. Given the events that took place in Part IV, I felt that it was safe to post all three parts. I am writing this so that in the event that I die, my son Colin will post this on the forums. I know a lot of you enjoyed the stories and well, if I died from another assassin I guess that's part of the story and you deserve to know about it.

Keep it real goons. I'm going to watch some TV now, hopefully you will never, ever read this. But if you do, always remember that your fate rests solely in your hands.

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Ok, this is Colin again. I guess you're wondering how my father died, and why the hell I'm posting on these forums the day of his death. Well, my father told me how much you all enjoyed these stories and he was strict in his instructions about what we should do if he were to ever die. I am just following his wishes.

Today my mother and I went skiing at Camelback Mountain. It was fun and we were supposed to stay until tomorrow night but it was really cold and we missed my dad so we decided to come home today. When we came home I went into my room, while my mother went to my parents', where she assumed my dad would be. Soon as she went into the room I heard a piercing scream. I ran into the room to find my mother shaking, staring at our bed. In the center of the bed, on white sheets, was a large pool of dried blood. Above the bed was a note with a bloody knife stuck through it to hold it in place. On the note read the following:

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Dearest Melissa & Colin:

They say that when someone is killed, their family members can never truly have closure until a body is found. That coffin at the funeral and the cemetery is pretty much meaningless if it's empty. Two people close to me were killed and I never received closure. Now it's your turn. Have a nice life.

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At the bottom of the note was a small dragon shaped stamp. The dragon had bright green eyes and was very demonic looking. The thing is, my mother recognized the dragon. She said she had seen it before but she couldn't remember where.

Soon after discovery of the note she remembered. In our home in Japan, Robutaku used to keep a katana in his private room. My mother really wasn't allowed in there, but occasionally she did access the room. That dragon stamp was the same as the dragon on his katana. Apparently many years ago, when I was about 2 or so, a man came to have dinner with Robutaku. My mother cooked the dinner, but wasn't allowed to partake in it so she spent very little time with that man.

She did however see him leave with the katana that had resided in Robutaku's office. Robutaku had given it to him, which surprised her. When she asked Robutaku about this, he told her it was none of her business.

If this man didn't kill my father, then he probably knows who did. Mark my words though, I will kill anyone who played a part in his death. I feel stronger every day since Robutaku's death. I've been seeing flashes of memories in my head, stuff that I know I have never seen in person but that are very real to me.

Before I posted this I read the "prequel" stories my father had written here about my grandfather, Big Joe, and the ninja terror group. It's really weird, but even though I had never heard those stories before I knew everything that was going to happen. I "saw" everything that was going to happen. I know exactly what Big Joe and Fumio looked like, even though I've never seen a picture of them. In the last few weeks my parents kept remarking about how I looked so much like my grandfather (especially my eyes), even though he was pure Asian and only twenty five percent of his blood is mine.

We are awaiting test results but we are sure it's my father's blood and that he's been killed. We aren't wasting any time. Tonight my mother and I are heading to Japan. The key lies in that dragon symbol. My mother believes she may have seen that symbol somewhere else.

We will avenge my father's death.

- Colin