So when is this starting?

Who will start this? And what'll we write about?

(whoops forgot about this :P I'll write my post. I need to catch up on the RPs haha)

“WELCOME TO THE SCOTLAND SUMMER SCHOOL! WHERE SCHOLARS LEARN IN THE MOST SUPERB, STATELY, SUPER, SUPPORTIVE, SPIRITED, SUITABLE, SATISFACTORY, SAFE, SUPERIOR, AND STUPENDOUS CAMP EVER!” said a voice booming over the loudspeakers.

Grace: What are we doing here? How did we even get here?

Andrew: And who are you? What iz going on?

Rayne: What-how-where’s my headphones?

Andrew: Well, according to zese calculationz, we are at 57*north, 5*west, Scotland. And why do you want to know? I doubt you’d even undezstand half of it.

Lexi: Who cares? I just care about how to get out of here!

Suddenly, the loudspeakers blare again: “This summer camp offers many classes, including archery, band, orchestra, life science, physical science, psychology, AVID test-taking strategies, SCAT test practice, swimming, baking and many more! Please choose your classes at the welcome office and report to your classes within the next 15 minutes!  Once in classes, roommates will be given out, so don’t forget to meet at dormitories once your instructor tells you to.”

Anna: No singing? WHAT?! Are they insane?

“Oh, and a here are a few more classes that we offer! Choir, zookeeping (run by the famous Pi Patel), how to calculate the answer to life, the universe, and everything, art, pottery, rock climbing, and math. Have fun!”

Jayda (quietly): Well are we going to do these classes? We really don’t know them.”

David: I don’t know. What should we do?

Lexi: Whatever. It’s cool, maybe we can try new things!

Grace: Hm, I can agree with that. I guess, anyway.

….Later, as the students have chosen their classes, in the dorms. A big bald, eggheaded man with pink tinted skin appeared, wearing giant clown shoes and a Rudolph-like nose.

“I am your instructor. No funny business, or you’ll be iced. Cross me, and you will be excluded from the camp and you will be locked in your room. Your roommates have been chosen. Andrew and David, room 1. Grace, Rayne, room 2. Anna, Jayda, room 3. Lexi, you have been chosen to be kept alone due to irrational behaviors.”

Lexi: WHAT?! HOW DARE THEY!

She stomps to the office in rage.

(note: the oscars were going on and it was weird to write while “over the rainbow” was playing :D)

“Lights out is at 10 ‘o’ clock. Tomorrow, classes will begin at 9:00 sharp tomorrow.”

Grace: “This is the weirdest day I’ve ever been through…”

Andrew: “Oh, I bet that our days are going to get worse. Expect way worse things.”

i thought about it, and it will be like the ski lodge, so you can write your pov. And in the next day, someone will die. Hope it's not you (mwahaha evil laughter)

so yes, is anyone doing CTY? Sorry I keep asking. 

I really don't want to be a killjoy, or spoil a good RP, but I'd like to say something, if that's all right.

I've been "ski lodging", that is, writing ski lodge murder mysteries, for two years now. Each one have been really, really fun experiences for me. I don't want to begrudge anyone the fun of writing a murder mystery game, but I feel almost a little sad that my basic idea has been used. My ski lodge's plot and my writing style has evolved over the years and the lodge has become a really fun part of me. I love asking myself every day, "How should this person die?", "What random funny bits can I stick in here?" and, most importantly, "Is there a strange way I can fit an Alice reference in here?" I delight in reading people's comments and seeing that my stories make you happy. I love to laugh conspiratorally when you discuss who the murderer could be. I enjoy the creepy feeling that tingles in my spine whenever I get to write the murderer's confession or say "The Sugarbowl is waking up." The Sugarbowl is a real bowl, the lodge and its staff are all based off of real people, and all in all, the ski lodge is a major part of me. I'm honestly really proud of myself for creating a silly, fun, enjoyable game that allows me to parody everything from Disney to Monty Python to SC's famous cupcakes. I put a lot of thought and a lot of time into creating the ski lodge formula. I don't mind that someone is playing a murder mystery game, but I'd like to ask if you could not create it so much as a parody of mine? I like the idea of what you're doing, espceially with your different ideas, but I'd like to ask if you could not make it such a similar game? For instance, I'm sure you have your own writing style, so you don't need to try to use my "script-ish" writing style. Thank you for reading this.

(Also, the Sugarbowl would like to tell you that it's much more evil than your silly ol' pepperbowl, and it would like to challenge your pepperbowl to a fight. It'll be the Battle of the Bowls! Coming to a theater near you in 2014!)

Ooohhkay? She didn't respond. And then I realized I posted the wrong one, and I posted the basic draft one my friend and I wrote. I guess since TON doesn't really like me doing this, I'll change it and post on another thread, so this is I guess the only post for this... Since I can't really do anything about the first one, here is the second one my friend wrote (not familiar with the website so edit anything you want, admins. Or just post a comment telling me if I shouldn't post it) So this will be the last post, then I'll move the character thing to another post. 

and I"M SUCH AN IDIOT I posted the wrong one.. gah. 

The next morning, the “campers” woke up early, wondering where they were supposed to go. One by one, they stepped outside their dorms into the room where they gathered last night.

Anna: What are we supposed to do now?

Grace: I don’t know.

Jayda: Hey, has anyone seen the hairband I was wearing yesterday? I couldn’t find it anywhere today.

David: What does it look like?

Jayda: Well, it’s kind of a silvery color-

Suddenly, a voice boomed over the loudspeakers, cutting Jayda off. “Good morning campers! Today is your first full day at this SUPERB, STATELY, SUPER, SUPPORTIVE, SPIRITED, SUITABLE, SATISFACTORY, SAFE, SUPERIOR, AND STUPENDOUS camp! Please report to your classes within the next 15 minutes! Have a great day! And don’t forget, if you have any questions, just ask the welcome office!”

Jayda: Um... anyway, it’s a silvery color and it’s really-

Rayne: Where’s my iPod touch? Ugh, seriously?! Now I only have my earbuds!

Andrew: Vy is everyone losink zinks? Zis is-

Lexi: Yeah, why IS everyone losing things? What, is there like some juvenile delinquent who steals stuff?

Rayne: If you steal stuff, then yeah.

Lexi (very angry): Why you little-

“Report to your classes RIGHT NOW, or you will be iced!” shouted the instructor, who had appeared in the doorway when the campers weren’t looking. The campers were so surprised that most of them immediately shouted “YES, SIR!” and ran out of the building. However, Lexi and Rayne lingered behind; they turned to face the instructor.

Lexi: So, who are you?

Rayne: Yeah, you haven’t even told us your name yet.

The instructor glared at her, saying, “You will be iced in five…four...”

Lexi: HOW DARE YOU COUNT DOWN FROM FIVE?! HOW DARE YOU?!

Rayne: *taps Lexi’s shoulder* Uh, hey, whatever your name is, do you want to get out of here?

Lexi: DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG OF A CRIME THAT IS?! COUNTING DOWN FROM FIVE?!

Rayne: He’s getting to one, we should  go.

Lexi: YOU! Yes, you, the scaredy-cat! Don’t you interrupt me! That’s nearly as bad as counting down from five!

Rayne: Scaredy-cat?! Why you- you know what, let’s just go before he ices us! We can get back at him later!

Reaching for his Rudolph nose, the instructor slowly said, “....and zero.” He took his Rudolph nose and pulled it off, revealing a tattoo of a violin and a flamingo. And one of the flamingo’s features was so bone-chilling that it sent both Lexi and Rayne bolting out of the door, wide-eyed with fright, eager to never get iced again.

~Later on~

David, Andrew, and Grace were walking to their physical science class when they heard weird sounds coming from a nearby building.

Andrew: Vat is goink on?

Grace: I’m sorry, I don’t understand your accent.

David: He said ‘What is going on?’.

Grace: Oh. It sounds like a really bad violin player.

Andrew: Violin player?

David: No, I think it sounds more like a squeaky flute.

Grace: That sounds nothing like a squeaky flute. I’ve been to enough high-class flute performances to tell whether a sound is from a flute or not.

Andrew: I zink zat zis is not related to a, how you say, inschtrument.

David: You know what? I’ll just go check and see what it is. Besides, nobody likes to argue.

Grace: Do we have enough time though?

Andrew: Yes, vee doo. But, Dafid, bee quick.

David walked toward the building, pushed the door, and immediately disappeared from Grace and Andrew’s sight.

Andrew: Vere dit hee goo?

Grace: Um, I have no clue what you’re saying. By the way, do you know where David went?

Andrew: *facepalm* I vill leafe now. Vee kannot underschtant each ozer.

Andrew walked away, towards the physical science class. Before Andrew was out of earshot, a painfully loud scream projected from the building that David went into. Grace jumped with shock and covered her ears, whereas Andrew ran off. A few seconds later, David stumbled out the door with headphones clamped on his ears. An iPod was tied to his shirt with a silver cord thing, and when Grace took a good look, saw that the iPod was connected with the headphones. But the first thing that Grace noticed was that there were incredibly large stains of red around David’s ears.

Grace: OH MY GOSH!!! Your ears are bleeding!!! What happened?!?!

David: TURN IT DOWN, TURN IT DOWN, TURN IT DOW-

He fell to the floor with a sickening thump. Grace screamed in pure terror; she had a weak stomach and couldn’t stand seeing dead people. Sprinting as quick as she could, Grace raced away.