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You are invited to a Winter Ski Lodge Murder Mystery!
Who: Everyone is invited to join. One of you is a murderer, but which one?
What: This is a murder mystery. Every day, one person will die. Who is it? That's your job to figure out.
When: The game will begin on January 1 and end whenever it ends.
Where: The Ski Lodge. In other words, this page.
RSVP: I don't really care as long as you join sometime in December.
Various sundry rules and explanations:
-Each day I will write the story (probably in the morning or right after I get home if I have school). After that, you're welcome and encouraged to write your own view of the day.
-Big one: This isn't violent or gory.
-The motto: The funnier, the better.
-Basic geography does not apply. The Ski Lodge and Surrounding Territories more or less rewrites itself depending on how I want you guys to die.
-I don't decide who dies, so it's completely impartial. I pull everyone's names out of the Sugarbowl. The murderer comes out first (so I can keep track, really) and then I just draw a new name every day.
-Yes, the Sugarbowl is a Sugarbowl. I couldn't find a good hat the first time I wanted to do this and there is actually a skiing place in California called the Sugarbowl, so I thought, well, why not? It's more or less my Death Note.
-Pleeaaaassseee don't ask me to give you some long ridiculous name to put in the Sugarbowl. "Melody the Awesome Authority on all things Disney who is really Awesome" is so large, of course it's going to be pulled out right away.
-Like any good cartoon, logic and physics are overrated.
I hope you can join us.
-The Omnipotent Narrator
submitted by T.O.N.
(December 1, 2013 - 9:29 pm)
(December 1, 2013 - 9:29 pm)
My parents are currently half yelling at me, half looking at me like I'm insane. I couldn't stop laughing!
Do teenage girls shop at Abercrombie? Hmm, yes, I think you're right. Well, at least everyone I know owns at least two Abercrombie t-shirts, and one hoodie. Minimum. But then again, I only know two people. Minimum. I've never shopped there in my entire life. I don't even know what they sell. Hoodies, I suppose...
(January 1, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
I shop at Aeropostale sometimes, but never Abercrombie after what that meanie CEO said.
Also, I am NOT short. I've gotten terribly sensitive about it now that my sister is taller than I am.
I like your writing style this time! That was really awesome!
Tomorrow's song is "Someone's Waiting For You" from the Rescuers. Because the title is wicked ominous and I just think it's a good song.
(January 1, 2014 - 10:26 pm)
Dwarf joke: Remember in Joe White when I teased Melody about her height? That's all I was referencing. You're probably taller than me, honestly. (Blue Fairy, you must be stealing my height. There is no other plausible explanation for why I am so short and you so tall.)
My writing style is so amazing, people like Tolkien parody it in their own books. He copied me, I tell you!
(January 1, 2014 - 11:41 pm)
Oh my gosh, Joe White! I remember that! That was really cool!
(January 2, 2014 - 4:25 pm)
MY GOODNESS that was funny! I feel like that was everything I would've said! THINGS I NOTICED
- The "Oh Brother Bear" part had me cracking up like crazy!
- Abercombrie...ew...and Aerpostolie (spelling, I know) I only have one thing from there- a very broken coat. Those stores are seriously overrated...
- OH SO MANY GIRLS! FROM EVERYWHERE!
- Lastly, WHO U CALLING A DWARF? I am 5 feet 7 inches and 12. Still growing! I must be a very tall dwarf... But dwarfs have beards (in Snow White) and I want a beard for reasons. (Really the captain in Titanic has a beard that makes me jealous...)
T.O.N. YOU ARE A GOOD WRITIER! *hands you a pie* This is a pie. Enjoy it. There is nothing in it but apples. And not poisoned apples. Have a good day.
(January 1, 2014 - 10:44 pm)
When you bought that coat, was it already broken, or did you break it yourself?
There were girls everywhere. They came. They saw. They conquered.
I can picture you in a very manly beard. A tall, blond, twelve year old girl with a beard. Yes. I do like that idea, actually.
And if there was nothing in the pie but apples, isn't it a pile of apples and not a pie?
(January 3, 2014 - 9:30 pm)
It broke over time.
And I would like amazingly beautiful in a beard, in case you were wondering!
And about the pie, apples and pie crust and all the glorious items in it!
(January 13, 2014 - 2:57 pm)
Is this Hobbit-themed or something? That was AWESOME, and really funny!
(January 2, 2014 - 9:46 am)
No, you see, Grace, Tolkien so loved my Day 1 that he traveled in time to make his first two chapters of the Hobbit sound like mine. But I don't think he'll do that again in this mystery.
(January 2, 2014 - 11:02 am)
Day 2
Before I begin, I must bring up a recent annoyance. On the 31st, I got food poisoned (isn't that ironic?) and had to spend a large amount of time in the bathroom, which is rather unpleasant, as I'm sure you can imagine, as the bathroom is the coldest part of my house. I suspect one of you did it. I know your type. You're jealous, wishing you could write as well as I. You sneak sleeping pills into lesser, chocolate-obsessed author's chocolates and read ahead in their manuscripts while they are passed out. You're the type to offer me a pie on the pretect of congratulating me on a job well done. (Thank you, thnak you, I try.) Either that, or one of you plans on a murdering job and think taking me out will help you get away with it. That will not. I have a large amount of lemmings. And pilfered cannons.
Now, yesterday, when the skiers arrived at the lodge, the bedrooms were still being cleaned for their arrivals, so they were forced to partake of the experience known as Making Camp. Making Camp is a phenomonon found in adventure stories where characters wrap themselves in meager bedding in a mountain, forest, desert, etc. and despite taking watches, somehow manage to get as much rest as if they had eight hours of sleep on an air matress in a four star hotel. The point of Making Camp, of course, is that said adventurers can trek for over twelve hours (with little to no food) in all kinds of terrain if they have the magical form of sustenance known as Making Camp. Scientists are baffled at the logistics of it, and leading researchers have been unable to duplicate the feat in a domestic environment.
But today the bedrooms are ready. There are two people to a room and a room on each side along the hall. You all will have to take roommates. Stop whining, it's only going to be for less than a month. When say Egbert/Fil- Geraldine/Haroldette that means Egbert and Fil share the room across from Geraldine and Haroldette. Got it? Good.
Melody/Blue Fairy (Blue Fairy: Really? Really? She's a proved murderer!)- Watermelon/Bounty (Watermelon and Bounty: Really?)
Maggie/Lizzy (Lizzy: Wasn't Maggie the name of the tripod? Maggie: What tripod? Red: Oh, that's not awkard at all!)- Corina/BHR
Ivy/Tovah- Teresa/Ima
SC/Gollum- Gilraen/Blackberry (Blackberry: I'm an elf! Gilraen: Oh really? Me too!)
Charlie/Grace- Red/Skyler
S.E.- Theo
And that is that.
So today, the ski lodge staff is around and alive (Grace: What are you foreshadowing?) and happy to cook wonderful meals and provide you all with a lovely skiing adventure. And hot chocolate.
After skiing for several hours and having a delicious dinner of cheeseburgers (with optional cheese and veggieburgers), the group settles down to toast marshmallows (vegan or regular) in the fireplace and talk about life, the universe, and everything.
Theo: Forty-two.
BHR: Thank you, Theo. That was entirely necessary.
Theo: It was.
Ivy: I feel so relaxed here, like nothing bad ever happens here. It's so magical and- what are you laughing about back there?
Teresa: Absolutely nothing. *nudges Melody*
Melody: Yeesh, I kill you all once and it's the end of the world! Didn't I apologize?
Ima: No, you didn't.
Tovah: Wait, did I just heard Melody killed people?
Blue Fairy: Yes, my charming sister has many talents.
Melody: Like singing!
Grace: Oh, goodness gracious.
Skyler: Hey, instead of that, has anyone ever thought about how weird the word grateful is? It means you're full of grates. So, if you guys give me a present and I'm grateful, and then you pour a bucket of water on my head, it'll just pass through me because I'm full of grates!
S.E.: Maybe you just ate a lot of metal or something.
Melody: Are you just try to get me to forget about singing?
SC: Oh, gee, I think it's time to go frost those imaginary cupcakes I pretended to bake!
Melody: Now, now, SC, be brave, little one.
Charlie: Oh, did I ever mention frosting imaginary cupcakes is my hobby? Wait for me!
Melody: Make a wish for each sad little tear.
Three batches of cupcakes later, (she had an encore), Melody has finished her Disney Song of the Day.
Corina: That was beautiful, Melody. What's that song called?
Melody: Someone's Waiting For You!
Gollum: Why do you sound so happy, Melody?
Red: Perhaps she's trying to pull off an encore of the last time we came here.
Melody: Hey, be nice! You stabbed me with a lightsaber!
Red: You pushed me off a cliff.
Melody: ... Fair enough.
Right now, things look happy and bright in the ski lodge. But what will tomorrow bring? Presents? A giant sock? A dead girl? Who knows! Well, actually I do, but you'll just have to wait until tomorrow for the next episode of *dun dun dunnn* The Twilight Zone!
(January 2, 2014 - 11:37 am)
Who are you calling a tripod?
(January 2, 2014 - 3:33 pm)
Oh, Ha ha very funny. (!!!)
(January 2, 2014 - 12:07 pm)
The Hobbit. The Wobbit. The Lemmingbit.
(January 2, 2014 - 2:59 pm)
What's This from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
(January 2, 2014 - 4:33 pm)
My roommate is a BOY??? Or is Charlie a girl name? (By the way I'm foreshadowing the rest of the Hobbit book.)
Charlie is often a nickname for Charlotte.
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(January 2, 2014 - 5:33 pm)