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You hear a voice, calling from downstairs,
"Special delivery!" You hurry downstairs and open the door and find a package on the porch. You bring it inside and open it up. It explodes in confetti and donuts. A voice yells from your non-exsistant surround sound system.
"You're invited to a ski resort in Colorado!! There will be people, milk, snow, and Absolutly no murders at all in any way whatsoever! Come join us in the Alps and have the time of your life!!! Enjoy the great free stay!" Without thinking about how the Alps are in Italy and not Colorado, you rocket upstairs to pack. You fail to notice the creepy laugh from the sound system.
"Muahahahaha."
Who will go first? Will you attend? Free, snow, skis, people. Sounds awful suspicious. When do we leave?
submitted by The Manager, age Unknown, Ski Lodge
(August 21, 2015 - 3:40 pm)
(August 21, 2015 - 3:40 pm)
May I join?
(September 1, 2015 - 10:59 pm)
Wow. By the way, sorry for laughing at you, Rainbow. If it makes you feel better, I face planted into a tree, if you didn't notice. I hope I'm not the murderer. I'm alive, which is both relieving and unsettling. Oh well.
Fflewddur says rzkt. Rise...Katie? Did Katie fall? Or have you created a Fflewddurstein's monster named Katie? If that's the case, that is not very original. You should've named it something gothic like...um...well, Fflewddurstein.
(September 2, 2015 - 3:36 pm)
OK, I think I can squeeze you in, Clock, but I don't think I'll be able to add in anybody else!
Day 4
Everybody stares forlornly at the breakfast of still-life painting sets.
"Is this all we get to eat?" mourns Clock, who popped up out of nowhere in room 2 last night.
The intercom sparks on. "Yes. learn to live with it. Other food is not in the budget. Plus, you people could use some healthier food. Mionions recommended." Shadow dragon stands up.
"I don't care. This is getting ridiculous. I'm raiding the pantry." In a spilt second, Shadow Dancer, 0ink, and Clock jump up to join her. They sneak around, looking for another door. After fifteen minutes of searching, they find an oak door labeled 'Pantry'. The CBers sneak in and slip around a corner, half fearing that the shelves will be filled with bananas and apples, but they freeze in awe.
"Oh... my... word," breathes Shadow Dragon. The shelves seem to go on forever, each and every one stocked with frozen yogurt, peanut butter, ice cream, chips, salsa, everything anybody could ever want. 0ink squeals and starts dashing around, filling her arms with salsa, chips, and tubs of frozen yogurt. Everybody else does the same. Each runs to different shelves, filling arms and bags with junk food. Shadow dancer runs to one stocked soley with peanut butter. She snatches as many as she can. When she turns around to run a load outside, tragedy strikes. Someone, nobody saw who, shoves against the shelves with all their might. Confused, Dancer twists again to face the toppling shelves. She has time for only one, desperate scream before gravity crushes the poor dancer. She didn't even have time to turn into shadow.
"Shadow Dancer?" calls Dragon cheerfully. She turns the corner, and her grin fades. The others come to see what happened. After a few moments of stunned silence, 0ink sets down her food, very carefully, as if handling an atomic bomb, and backs away, never taking her eyes off of Dancer. Everyone else does the same.
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R.I.P.B, Shadow Dancer. Rest in peanut butter.
(September 3, 2015 - 7:38 pm)
Ah, poor Shadowdancer. Death by peanut butter. A terrible way to die. *Sniff* *Sniff*
(September 4, 2015 - 12:33 pm)
Thank You!
(September 7, 2015 - 7:40 pm)
Yes all those jars... *shudders* I will never eat peanut butter and jelly again.
(September 4, 2015 - 8:58 pm)
Aww, poor Shadow!
TARDISrider, will you keep writing?
(September 5, 2015 - 6:55 am)
Hello! I am new to Chatterbox, but have been getting Cricket for a while.
*Awkward silence*
That's all I wanted to say
Welcome to Chatterbox, Sapphire! We're glad you're here.
Admin
(September 6, 2015 - 10:12 am)
Day I-lost-track-like-three-posts-ago:
All is quiet in the ski resort. The snow falls placidly outside, and everybody sleeps. Then the intercom screams on.
"BEE, DO, BEE, DO, BEE, DO, BEE, DO!!!!!!!" Everybody screams and falls from their beds.
"Again?" Complains Booksy, rubbing her head. TARDISriders voice comes on, replacing the minion ringtone.
"EMERGENCY ALERT! EMERGENCY ALERT! Aliens have landed and are invading as we spek. I'm teleporting you to the dining hall, where you will have enough food to last you for a few weeks while I deal with these things. Barricade the door once you get there. Don't worry everything is completely under control. Sorta, at least." A wizzing and a cloud of mist appears in the middle of each room, expanding outwards until the CBers can't see. When the mist dissipates, they're all in the dining hall, a pile of food in the middle of the table. And there, like a jewel amidst a pile of coal, is and ice cream cone, right on top of the fruit. Everybody glances at each other, and dives for the frozen dessert. Shadow Dragon elbows Dragonrider out of the way, and in return gets a kick from Booksy. Sydney reaches, fingers brushing, before getting pulled back by OTR. HAB crawls over the bunch, and for a moment appears to win, before Somebody leaps forward and grabs the cone, triumphantly taking a lick. But then she freezes. Her face contorts and she drops the cone. Somebody falls to the ground, writhing and thrasing from the poison someone slipped into the ice cream. after a moment, she lays still. The intercom clicks on.
"Remember, kids. Always eat you fruits and vegetables."
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R.I.I.C., Somebody. Rest in ice cream.
Sorry, I know today isn't very long. And also, I really didn't want to kill you, but the hat hath spoken, therefore it is so.
(September 7, 2015 - 6:51 pm)
Hahaha, at least I got some ice cream before I died :D
Keep writing!
(September 10, 2015 - 11:51 pm)
Oh my gosh, I'm still alive....what if I'm the murderer?! Sorry sorry sorry. If I am.
I'm getting way too into this. Oh well. Keep up the good story!
(September 7, 2015 - 9:14 pm)
Wow, this is intense. Nice job!
Three things:
1. I'm a male, and so is my character. Sorry, but I get a little "nitpicky" about correct genders.
2. Are we allowed to write diary entries?
3. I forgot what number three was going to be... but I think it was a compliment.
(September 8, 2015 - 6:26 am)
1. AAAAAAH!!! THIS IS SOOOO EMBARRASSING! Sorry!
2. Sure, you can toatally write journal entries.
3. Thank you for the forgotten compliment!
(September 9, 2015 - 7:53 pm)
Please keep writing, TARDISrider, this is great!
(September 10, 2015 - 6:23 pm)
Top to the TOP!
(September 12, 2015 - 11:45 am)