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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’ve watched through her eyes, I’ve listened through her ears, and I tell you she’s the one.”
“The one to perform the last dance? Are you sure this is still wise?”
“I am sure of everything and nothing but we cannot delay any longer. We have flown too far, too fast.”
“In the end, it’s your call.”
“Yes, it is. Because at the end of all things, I am-”
Day 33
Double digit days always promise to be amusing. The ski lodge thrummed with a strange vigour. There was a slight electric quality in the air -- not enough to be entirely noticeable, but just enough to lift the hairs on the back of your neck, slowly, one by one. The day was quiet and cold. Storm clouds covered the sky; there would be a fine blizzard later. The mood inside the lodge was somber as well. The last two girls sat in their rooms, quietly, oh so calmly. There is a bus ticket lying on the hall table, just the one. Each girl knows only one will be taking it home. Each girl knows who it will be.
The ghosts are gone; JLM, gone; the assassins, gone. They are alone and there will be nobody but the lodge to hear them scream. There will be no one but the old building, the whispering pines, and the cold sky to watch over the last girl’s ghost. There is no reason to defy the natural order of fate. They meet each other in the ballroom -- one with vacant eyes, the other with a great sense of calm. Today is the day she is going to die. The snow begins to softly fall over the world, masking the deeds done and the last foul deed to happen. The snow will cleanse the corrupted world in time, but the sinner must first confess, and she will only confess to one.
There are ski poles lined up against the walls and both Nina and Teresa take them. Perhaps they were not skilled fencers before, but the ballroom turns all of its final dancers into graceful opponents. See how their ski poles clash and ring as they slide back and forth. Now Nina seems to win, now Teresa. They are evenly matched, like a pair of twin swords, until the moment seems to break. She skids in her sock and the opening is not lost on the other, who forces her down and places the pole at her throat. The snow swirls in furious eddies outside the large glass windows as she stares up at the person she once knew.
“Teresa...”
“Nina, Nina. The last one. Number 30 and then my task shall be complete. This is my last dance on the end of my string. Can’t you feel it alive, Nina? Can’t you hear it sing? It’s lonesome and simply wants someone to play with it. You’ve been a wonderful toy, Nina, you all have. But I’m having the most fun with you, so why won’t I tell you something I didn’t tell any of the other dolls? No, not dolls. Puppets. I love to use my puppets to put on a little show but this has been my biggest and grandest show of all. I pulled FEP’s strings to make her die in an underwater cave. I led John into a trap at the back of the fireplace -- of course, Melody told me about that one. Why wouldn’t she? And BHR trusted me as well and told me all her secrets. I listened to every past puppet and paid attention to them, because I am going to be the greatest puppet of them all. Poison Jack with a quiche, make a pact with the unicorns for Corina, take Joe out with a trap, replace all the numbers in the phone book with “On Hold For All Eternity Company” for Zach, and whacked WW with a shovel. Locked Katie in the freezer, summoned Bunnicula for Theo, let S.E. sniff a flower from the borrachero tree, murdered Watermelon with an axe, and took out Blu with a flashlight. I gave SPF drugged sunscreen, left Max in the wardrobe, swung a sword through Violet, summoned Reed’s lawyers, and shocked Mag Fan with a toaster. I poisoned Ellie with a mushroom, stabbed Melody, used a Chomper on BHR, told Bounty to ski off the cliff, and summoned a dragon for FantasyQuill. I trapped the ski lift for Bookbug, told Tin Couture’s agent to organise the expedition for Ivy, nailed Red to a cross, stabbed Maggie in her well, and pushed Alice off the garden wall. I locked Madeline in the freezer and exploded Moss, but that only makes twenty-nine. I want a nice, round thirty to make me the best puppet, the only puppet. Because at the end of all things, I am only another Puppet Master and we must become puppets to each other. The blizzard will stop only when everyone’s gone and I do so want to go home. Goodbye, my last toy. Thanks for the fun and games. Now-
OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”
Rest in peace, Nina. Rest in peace.
Requiescat in pace . . . Admin
(August 30, 2014 - 12:00 pm)
*applauds wildly*
This was FANTASTIC, T.O.N.!!! I loved every minute of it! I had wondered for awhile if it might be Teresa. Lovely job!
Teresa, welcome to the League of Ski Lodge Murderers.
(August 30, 2014 - 3:55 pm)
We need to set up a support group for this. But hey we have board games. *takes out Clue* We're all nice. We're just pawns in these little games. *frowny face*
(August 30, 2014 - 8:54 pm)
We do. We really do. *sits down to board game with a disturbing expression*
(August 30, 2014 - 10:49 pm)
I am honored to join such a club!
(August 31, 2014 - 3:01 pm)
I KNEW IT WAS TERESA! It's funny because throughout the whole thing Teresa keeps saying, "Shh, don't crush her dreams," but really, she was the one crushing everyone's dreams! Ironic, huh?
T.O.N., thanks so much for doing this. It was really fun! You can automatically add my name to the list for next time!
(August 30, 2014 - 8:36 pm)
Madeline, is that you at the end of the message or the Admin? I assume it's you, but they often type in italics at the end of the message.
That italic message is from Madeline. I usually sign Admin to anything I add.
Admin
(August 30, 2014 - 11:03 pm)
So, I exploded! I was wondering how I died. I KNEW Teresa was the one!! (Though part of me thought it was me) Bravo! I loved reading each day! Thanks so much :D
(August 30, 2014 - 8:39 pm)
Have you seen the Monty Python film And Now for Something Completely Different? There's an opening skit that shows your death.
(August 30, 2014 - 11:07 pm)
No, I haven't. I've seen Monty Python and The Holy Grail, but I got to check that out! xD
*whistles* Always look on the bright side of life :)
(August 31, 2014 - 10:10 am)
Moss, check your Google account. I sent you some messages.
(August 31, 2014 - 1:00 pm)
Oops! Sorry! I saw you added me as a friend, but I don't get notifications for my messages. And I haven't been checking them... Anywho, I'll check more often now ;) I replied back too.
(August 31, 2014 - 4:37 pm)
No worries! I replied back too.
(September 2, 2014 - 5:55 pm)
*slow clap* That was awesome.
How could you, Teresa? I . . . I thought we were friends.
(August 30, 2014 - 9:32 pm)
Me too!
(August 31, 2014 - 4:27 pm)