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Day 0
This person might consider themselves to be an ordinary person, but today the life they have always lived might take a turn for the extraordinary. On May 15, a day like any other, this person picks up the mail. There are the usual ads, a letter from a family member, and- what's this? A letter addressed to the person but with no return address? Curious, this person thinks. Tearing open the envelope, the person reads the letter.
Dear Reader,
If you have received this letter, you have been invited to the greatest ski lodge party ever to occur. We would be very pleased if you would attend. We shall begin on July 15, giving you two months to RSVP. We shall be very sad if you cannot attend. Come, come! Join in our celebration. We have but a few rules:
- In the past, a couple of murderers have seemed to sneak into the lodge and murdered everyone. If you're a murderer, stay away, unless your name is Melody, Red, or BHR.
- It's all fun and games here. No matter what happens, everything shall be silly and fun.
- If you have no idea what I'm going on about, you can read the rules to any of the past ski lodge adventures (the top comment on Pudding's Place should be one). If you do, ignore this and keep reading.
- A new day is usually posted in the morning by me. Every day, a new installment in the story occurs.
- You're very welcome to write your point of view of the day (why most people don't is a mystery to me!) but please wait for me to put the day up first.
- Logic sometimes gets tossed out the window. Nobody needs that stuff!
- I do not pick who lives and dies- my immortal companion, the Sugarbowl, carries your names and I randomly draw them out.
- If you ask me to put a really long, narcissistic, name into the Sugarbowl (*cough cough Melody cough cough*)- Excuse me, I seem to have come down with a bit of a cold. As I was saying- if you do ask me to put such a long name in, I will ignore you and probably tease you about it for the rest of your life. Don't think I won't.
- I tend to make fun of people a lot (*cough cough Melody cough cough*). My goodness, that really is a very persistent cold! Please don't take it personally. Also, I am sure I will mess up someone's gender. Don't take that personally either. I botch personalities and tend to make a general mess of things. Moral of the story: Don't take anything here personally. If I mess with you, it means I like you.
- What a hypocrite- "but a few rules", my foot.
- I always feel like this section is hard to write. Eh, if you don't get things, read another rule page, or ask me questions.
We look forward to your participation. Please come join the show.
-The Omnipotent Narrator
The Sugarbowl is waking up... It is time to choose your own adventure. Will you come join?
submitted by T.O.N.
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
(May 15, 2014 - 5:35 pm)
I don't think I'm referencing anything. Is this like that accidental TARDIS reference? I really need to start learning to accidentally rain money.
(August 22, 2014 - 7:51 pm)
Hey, murderer! I'm gonna haunt you so hard, you'll wish you never killed me!
(August 21, 2014 - 7:38 pm)
Dear Silveny,
I KNEW IT. Red you pickle. Something deep inside me always told me I'd die by the apocalypse. Teresa, my wayward soldier, carry on in my memory. AVENGE ME!
I officially believe Maggie or Teresa is the murderer.
And so in light of my passing, a rendition of If I Die Young:
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shy down on my soldiers.
They'll know I'm safe with, and still battling the zombies.
Oh well, life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no.
Ain't even grey, but they bury their best friend.
The sharp knife, of a short life,
Well I've had nearly not enough time.
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
And I'll be wearing camo, when I come into Your kingdom,
I'm as grey as knife hidden in my pocket.
Never known what it was to dominate,
but it sure felt nice when we took down the zombies.
There's a boy outside the door,
says he wants to come in.
Who would have thought that the zombies would get him first?
The sharp knife of a short life,
I still haven't had enough time.
So put on your battle clothes,
and I'll grab my bow.
What I aimed to do is not quite done.
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll donate 'em cause they're awesome.
They're worth ten times more, after I'm a goner,
and maybe then you'll hear, the commands I've been hollering.
Funny when you're dead how people start obeying.
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
The ballad of a soldier,
go with honor and insanity.
Gather up your tears, keep them in you quiver,
save them for a time when you're really going to need them.
The sharp knife of a short life.
Well, I'll never have enough time.
So put on your battle clothes,
and I'll grab my bow.
Okay, well there. Goodbye cruel world! But hey, if I'm dead, I can go and terrorize Ellie again in the afterlife!!! Hehehehe!
(August 20, 2014 - 8:41 pm)
Bahahaha! That's a hilarious song!
(August 21, 2014 - 2:50 pm)
*bows granduerly* Thank you, Madeline!
(August 21, 2014 - 6:27 pm)
*Fretfully looks around* I mean, I-I'm sorry for your loss. I know how that feels. I had blue moon ice cream once... *Runs away crying*
(August 21, 2014 - 7:36 pm)
This song is the very best thing on these pages.
(August 22, 2014 - 7:52 pm)
Lovely song! Ha! If I keep complimenting you on it, will you not taunt me?
(August 23, 2014 - 9:27 am)
Welcome, my twin. Welcome to the land of the ghosts. Welcome. Welcome.
(August 21, 2014 - 6:37 pm)
@T.O.N.: Thank you! I rather enjoyed writing it.
@ Ghost Ellie: Thank you, though you don't have to compliment me. I'll *coughattemptcough* to stop taunting you. All in good jest.
@ Ghost Corina: Hehehehe, thank you my fuzzy twin! What a blast we shall have!
(August 23, 2014 - 4:09 pm)
Day 25
It was a pleasure to burn. This is the motto of dragons and partially the reason they’re so misunderstood. Dragons are all kind at heart and wish to spread love, joy, and intense pleasure to the entire world. It is the world’s fualt, therefore, for interpreting this kind and lovely action of burning whole villages and swathes of countryside as violent death and destruction. So today, another well-meaning dragon, down in the dumps because others wouldn’t accept such a joyful activity, decided to take a short nap on a large hillside near a ski lodge, and... Oh dear. That squish wasn’t FantasyQuill, was it?
Nina: I think we should have better soundeffects. Stuff like “Bam!”, “Pow!”, “Biff!”, and “Shazam!”
Bookbug: That makes it sound like we’re doing a lot more interesting things than we’re actually doing. Fighting crime, say.
Ivy: Oh, don’t say that. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up having far too many poorly-written days devoted to romantic plots about fighting vampire criminals.
Red: No, we could easily fit that into everyday life! Bam! JLM (I just wrote her real name accidentally :P) jumps out of the closet! Pow! She’s stabbed with a knife! Biff! The vacuum bag she was holding explodes, covering everyone with dust! Shazam! Uh... Voldemort and Dr. Mods on their honey moon with the Death Eater Hot Pink Pony Fan Club arrive and blow stuff up!
Moss: Yeah, that’s really “everyday”, thanks, Red.
Madeline: Oh, is that how all the My Little Pony stuff ended up in your room?
Red: What were you doing looking in my room??
Alice: Uh. We were just investigating. Yeah. Right.
Red: Please. I am not a brony. The narrator can tell you that I’m not.
I don’t know, I see some of the weird stuff you get up to when you borrow my body-
Red: Helga.
Ehehehe- nope, he’s not a brony. Oh look, there’s JLM bursting out of the closet.
Maggie: Atttaaack! *FOOM*
Alice: *cough cough* Really? *cough* You had to *cough* attack the vacuum bag? *cough*
Maggie: I didn’t *cough* mean to!
Moss: Hey, does this mean we get Death Eaters??!!
Teresa: You want people who have no qualms with murdering you here?
Nina: Don’t we alreeady have someone here like that?
Teresa: Touche.
Bookbug: I want Lucius Malfoy’s autograph. He’s so dreamy.
Ivy: I prefer Voldemort myself. Aren’t men without noses just the greatest thing?
Maggie: I know just what you mean. After Tyrion Lannister’s nose gets cut off, I suddenly had to relook the entire way I look at that character.
Rest in peace, FantasyQuill. Rest in peace.
[For the record: I actually heard two girls at school saying that today. Stay around long enough at my school and I’m inclined to believe you can hear anything.]
(August 22, 2014 - 7:49 pm)
Tyrion is...meh. He's only tolerable because he's the most moral member of the Lannister family.
(August 23, 2014 - 8:12 am)
~Viewpoint of the Moss~
(I've been pretty busy lately so I haven't been able to post much on here. Sorry about that!)
I can't believe it! Mag Fan, Melody, Bounty, FantasyQuill, Ellie, BHR... they're all gone! And all this time I've just been continuing in life like nothing has happened. Strange. And today a cantaloupe sculpture of Timon showed up. Sigh. Melody would have liked it. Actually, here you go. *hands to Melody's ghost* It's so quiet and ominous in the Kyra Kave now with no Melody here. Too quiet. The murderer, I know, is going to attack again at any given moment. *dun dun DUN* I wonder how he or she has been doing it...
(August 23, 2014 - 12:56 pm)
Day 26
Certain people have said that the world is like a calm pond, and that anytime a person does even the smallest thing, it is as if a stone has dropped into the pond, spreading circles of ripples further and further out, until the entire world has been changed by one tiny action. If Bookbug had done such a simple thing as make a cheese sandwich as opposed to a roast beef sandwich, perhaps she would still be here today. Let’s rewind to a few hours ago, shall we?
Ivy: Aren’t men without noses just the greatest thing?
Nope, too far. Fast-forward.
Moss: SCHADENFREUDE!
No, that’s way too far. Rewind! Ah, here we are.
Nina: Hey, who ate the last of the roast beef? I wanted some for a sandwich!
Bookbug: I did. What’s the big deal? There’s still the cheese left.
Nina: I don’t like that type of cheese! Do you know what this means, Bookbug? Do you?! This means.... WAR!
Teresa: I’m about to make some chili if you want some too, Nina.
Nina: Nay, Teresa! Bookbug has well and truly wronged me and there is no return from such hurt feelings such as these!
Bookbug: It’s just a sandwich.
Nina: No, Bookbug, never! That was no mere sandwich but a metaphor of a sandwich! That sandwich represents the age-long stuggle between the oppressed and the opressors! From the colonists to the natives during imperialism, and the men to woman prior to the suffrage movement, and even in the present day, a certain pond to high school students! This sandwich means all that and so much more! No more will we sweat, struggle, and curse for your benefit! We shall rise up and make you understand what you did to us!
Bookbug: ... I ate a sandwich.
Nina: You ate the figurehead of our revolution. Prepare to be destroyed.
Alice: My name is Alice Montoya. You killed my roommate. Prepare to die.
Ivy: I’m right here, Alice.
Alice: Pretend to be dead for a second!
Nina: Aha! So, you’re the murderer, as well? It’s not enough killing our dreams and lunches, is it?
Madeline: Someone say murderer?
Red: Windkloppel?
Maggie: We’ve caught the murderer?! Guillotine! Guillotine! Guillotine!
Moss: Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, you shouldn’t be so hasty. We must first present her with the cruelest and most unsual punishment ever allowed by the Constitution... musicals!
Maggie: Oooh! I see!
Bookgbug: Wait, what’s going on? Somebody? Anybody?
Teresa: Let me grab some props!
Madeline: I can make a backdrop with my artistic skills!
Ivy: Tin Couture can help sponser the costumes!
Alice: We’d all look silly just wearing tin foil. Like aliens or something.
Moss: Ooh! “Romeo and Juliet in Space!”
Nina: How about mized with another play? Like...
Teresa: Avenue Q?
Moss: Perfect!
Red: I call Juliet!
Maggie: Sweet. So, let’s spilt up and meet back here in ten. Split!
Bookbug: ... All right, what just happened?
Ten minutes later:
Ivy: “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”
Red: There aren’t any windows in space, Romeo.
Ivy: Shut up and read your lines.
Moss: SCHADENFREUDE!
Nina: Hey, where’s Bookbug?
Madeline: Huh?
In the kitchen:
JLM: So, how’s the weather?
Bookbug: Pretty nice, pretty nice, I’m just about to go skiing.
JLM: Oh, have fun.
*CRASH!*
JLM: Don’t break the door, Alice! Do you have any idea how expensive that is to replace?
Teresa: Where’d she go? Did you see Bookbug?
JLM: Oh, I let her go skiing just a moment ago.
Nina: Curse you, JLM! We were punishing her!
Ivy: Stabbing her will do nothing to bring Bookbug back, Madeline. We must resume the chase!
The chase ended rather quickly as they found poor Bookbug fell victim to a booby-trapped chairlift. The thing broke down and dumped her when she was too far above the ground to survive. And this, ladies and gents, is why you always ski with a partner: coffins are cheaper to buy in bulk.
Rest in peace, Bookbug. Rest in peace.
(August 23, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!!!
(August 25, 2014 - 11:14 am)