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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)
Teresa stared down at the surface of her desk without seeing it. She was home, she was alive, everything was supposed to be good... then why did she feel so wrong? I didn’t mean to kill them. I only wanted to have fun. I didn’t -- I didn’t want to do what it made me. I don’t want to be a puppet any longer. She picked up the cursed invitation that had come in the mail “Dear reader....” She turned it over and angrily braced her hands to rip it up before stopping. Wait. She had never seen the back before.
You are invited to a celebration of the narrator’s fifteenth birthday. Being as you shall be occupied on the proper date, the celebration will take place August 31. Food, fireworks, and presents for the attendees. Anyone late will have their head removed at the gate.
Well. Perhaps she was not done with this mess yet after all.
Day 34
When Mr. Ruby M. of Cricket Country announced that he would shortly be celebrating his fifteenth birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in the Chatterbox. The ghosts, in particular, were estatic. Some wanted to break into the fireworks and create a glorious mess (“we’re dead, what’s the worse that can happen?”), some wanted to see if he was as much of a cheapskate as assumed and if so what kind of presents would they be (yes, and you’ll just have to find out), and some of them thought that because they had been partying the whole latter half of the summer, they might as well make this one fantastic.
A very large lawn had been booked in the middle of Cricket Country and carts kept on coming in carrying mounds of food, fireworks, and a number of strangely wrapped packages. Several ghosts tried stowing away on these carts but were promptly shooed out.
Theo: How come Red gets to go in there and we don’t? I suspect a conspiracy!
Corina: It must be the government and aliens! I say, let’s grab onto that big cart and see if it’ll sneak us in.
However, a few hours later, the gates opened into a party with massive tables of food, a fireworks pile in the corner with the large handwritten notice, “Keep out BHR!” , a speaker system that played that annoying pop music you kids listen to these days (before the narrator exploded it in annoyance), and a pavillion that had been bewitched to look like the sky, but not necessarily the one outside on the green.
Madeline: Finally, they have blue moon ice cream!
Nina: You’re the staff, right? Sorry for trashing the kitchen so often.
Maid: You had better be, you little--
Butler: It is always our duty to serve. However, if you try that again, I will sign a restraining order for all of you.
Admin 1: Say, why are we sneaking into this party?
Admin 2: We had to read those many page monstrosities every day, don’t we deserve to go to a party for once?
Admin 3: Yes, but must we sneak in in trench coats and fedoras?
Admin 2: They’ll never notice us this way!
Admin 1: Yes, perhaps they’ll think we’re detectives come to investigate!
Moss: Hi, Admins! Want some lemonade?
Admin 3: Curses!
Waiter: Hey, dudes, Carl and I came to the groovy party! We brought pizza, too.
Joe: Hippie waiter! Long time no see!
Agent Alpaca-chan: Heeeey, Agent E.W. can’t I stab someone for a change? We used to be so competent in the past but I haven’t got JLM once in over a month!
Agent E.W.: Fine, fine.
Alice: How’s it going with you, JLM?
JLM: I’m thinking about taking a break from being stabbed--
Agent Alpaca-chan: Or not! Whew, I forgot how fun that was.
Teresa: Umm.... hello.
Red: Teresa! All right gang, here we go!
Melody: Murderer’s club initiation time!
Teresa: H-hey! Put me down!
BHR: Nope! Got to take a tour around the garden on our shoulders before you can truly be “one of us”!
Reed: Let’s break into these fireworks!
John: That’s a wonderful plan!
SPF: I’ve got a match right here!
Agent E.W.: Wait, that’s dangerous! Give me that- oops, there goes a rocket.
*KABOOM!*
Red: I think I died again...
Melody: You can’t die again if a rocket hits you!
BHR: Man! Teresa, you’re so lucky! I always wanted to die by a firecracker!
Teresa: Lucky? I’m dead with a massive headache!
WW: It goes away, don’t worry.
Jack: Let’s set the rest off!
Pizza, ice cream, fireworks, what more could you want in an end of summer party? Many Chatterboxers would now return to school but the last fun of the summer was theirs for this moment.
Red: Excuse me? I think it’s time for a speech.
My dear people, my dear Inkwell RP-ers, and Blab about Bookers, Chirpers at Cricket, Puddings Place artists, and Down to Earthers. We are gathered to celebrate mine and Red’s fifteenth birthdays. I hope you were all enjoying yourselves as much as I was. I shall not keep you long. I have you called you all together for a Purpose, the reading of my will. I, the Omnipotent Narrator, resident of my home in the fair and dry state of California in the great and glorious and fast food-filled United States of America, being of not at all sound mind and memory, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament.
First. I am immensely fond of you all, and these three years have ben far too short a time to enjoy the company of such wonderful people. Goodbye my players. Thanks for the fun and games. I can rest in peace knowing I was enjoyed as your omnipotent narator.
Second. This marks my fifth game and my fifteenth birthday. This is also in celebration of Red’s fifteenth birthday, which happened on the 5th as opposed to the 15th. An awful lot of 15s and 5s must be auspicious in some way, shouldn’t they?
I, Ruby M., sometimes known as the omnipotent narrator and others, do hearby bequeath all the property and in possessions in my name as follows:
For you all, in somewhat inequal shares, memories of these games which have amused me so;
For Blue Fairy, Samus the wolverine;
For Theo W., Bunnicula the rabbit;
For the rest of you, a crate of fireworks apiece to destroy things with as you like;
For every Chatterboxer, player or no; a baby lemming to raise;
And for absolutely no one, the rights to copy a game or “the Sugarbowl” (which very much does exist!) because my thoughts on this matter still stand. Be like MapleSyrup and create your own kind of game.
Third. I regret to announce that -- though, as I said, three years is far too short a time to spend among you -- this is the end. The sun has set on your omnipotent narrator. Happy birthday, Red. At all my heirs, a very happy Labor Day.
Rest in peace, Teresa. Rest in peace.
Thank you for the wonderful stories, T.O.N. They will live on forever on the Chatterbox. And I'm still looking forward to my first taste of blue moon ice cream!
Admin
(August 31, 2014 - 10:22 am)
Wait, is this really the last one?! And Admin, you really should try blue moon ice cream. It's amazing!
I think I have to wait for my next trip to Wisconsin or Michigan to try it.
Admin
(August 31, 2014 - 6:26 pm)
Yay! I get fireworks and a lemming! Thanks TON!
(September 3, 2014 - 12:33 pm)
My dear CB friends,
Yes, you have found out the truth: I am the murderer. Some of you thought it was me, and I smiled innocently and denied it, claiming that I couldn't do such a thing. Of course, I was lying, but now you all know I am a pretty good actress when the circumstances require it. To be truthful (can you even trust me now? ;), I did it because Melody, Red and BHR seemed like they were having fun doing it, and I wanted to share in that. It was quite fun until the end when I was all alone at the lodge. And traveling back home, how exasperatingly boring! I am quite pleased though to be back with all of you as a ghost, though Melody, Red and BHR, did you HAVE to use explosives? Oh well, a happy ending for us all.
Your extremely penitent (ha, not really) friend,
Teresa
(August 31, 2014 - 2:55 pm)
Teresa was the murderer?! And you looked so sweet and innocent...
Well, that was really fun, Ton. Thanks for doing this!
(September 1, 2014 - 2:24 pm)
"A fireworks pile in the corner with the large handwritten notice, “Keep out BHR!”..." X'D Oh my gosh, TON, you have topped it all! I nearly died of laughter. This will forever be my most favorite line in the history of ski lodge mysteries!
Though the "Man! Teresa, you’re so lucky! I always wanted to die by a firecracker!" was fantastic too and ranks up there with my death as a zombie apocalypse general!
@ Teresa: *stares blankly* Why of course we had to use explosives! What kind of celebration would it be if we didn't? (And seriously, death by firecracker is a pretty awesome way to go.)
Thank you, TON, for a simply MARVELOUS time! I know we all enjoyed it immensely! Bravo!
(September 1, 2014 - 7:37 pm)
Thanks for an awesome time! It was fun while it lasted! Also, happy birthday to the two of you! There may or may not be a birthday gift sent to Red's email soon for both of you to enjoy.:)
(September 2, 2014 - 5:59 pm)
Was T.O.N. serious when he said this was the last one? If not, when do you think the next one will be?
T.O.N. seemed serious. All that writing is a huge commitment of time. But maybe one day . . . next summer? . . . who knows?
Admin
(September 6, 2014 - 3:39 pm)
He was, in fact, serious. This was his last ski lodge.
(September 6, 2014 - 6:57 pm)
It sounds to me like Red and Ruby won't be on the CB anymore. What do you think Admin?
I don't know. Many people are busy with schoolwork these days. And everyone is growing older, too, and may develop other interests to pursue. We will always be able to revisit the old ski lodge stories.
Admin
(September 6, 2014 - 8:40 pm)
Aww..... So I can't join in until next time?
WHEN ARE YOU DOING ANOTHER ONE?
Remember ME???? Grace........*sinks into the shadows*
(September 7, 2014 - 6:13 am)
Thank you for the baby lemming. It is my most prized posession... er, pet.
(September 7, 2014 - 6:25 pm)
Anyone wish they could do a ski lodge mystery? If so check out Attention all who under the Inkwell.It wont be just like the ski lodges to respect Ruby's wishes but something like it. Sign ups end September 22.
(September 9, 2014 - 7:09 pm)
Aww..... So I can't join in until next time?
WHEN ARE YOU DOING ANOTHER ONE?
Remember ME???? Grace........*sinks into the shadows*
(September 11, 2014 - 3:37 pm)
Grace, this was T.O.N.'s last ski lodge.
(September 13, 2014 - 1:38 pm)