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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)
Count me in!
(December 3, 2013 - 3:50 pm)
I'd love to do this again!
(December 3, 2013 - 9:17 pm)
Yes! I saw this thread and I just kept going YES! YES! YES!
My friend was staring at me funny.
Please count me in.
(December 4, 2013 - 9:05 am)
@Blackberry
We don't know who the murderer is until the end, though, and that's part of the fun!
(December 4, 2013 - 9:08 am)
OK, the Disney song for the first day will be "On My Way" from Brother Bear. Start listening to it now if you want to prepare.:)
(December 4, 2013 - 9:08 am)
I love that song!
Tell everybody I'm on my way, new friends and new places to see...
(December 4, 2013 - 6:33 pm)
Melody, the song sounds lovely.
So not even the murderer will know who they are?
(December 4, 2013 - 1:40 pm)
Nope. They'll be wonderfully oblivious. Well, until they figure it out. I'm really obvious, supposedly. The murderer always gets found out very quickly.
(December 4, 2013 - 6:31 pm)
Admins! Please explain!
Joe, if you would like an explanation, please email me at cricket@cricketmagkids.com. I would like to explain the difference to you, if you really don't know.
Admin
(December 4, 2013 - 6:21 pm)
Explain what? I'm confused...
Why Admin won't post a comment he submitted.
(December 4, 2013 - 11:37 pm)
I want to join.
(December 5, 2013 - 12:38 pm)
I'd LOVE to join! The last one we did I saw too late to do it but I had tons of fun reading it!
(December 7, 2013 - 3:26 pm)
I'M IN! I'M IN! I'M IN!
(December 7, 2013 - 3:33 pm)
I am definitely in. I've never done one of these, but I am sure I'll get used to it eventually. I am in.
(December 9, 2013 - 9:27 pm)
This is very random, but if any of you are wondering what the writing style will be like for the murder mystery, this short story should give you an idea. And hopefully amuse you.
My War Against the Computer
My computer is a rather old one, as far computers go, and has decided it would like to be a cantankerous, curmudgeonous old computer. We fight a lot. The computer usually wins through its sheer power of annoyingness. (Old computer wise, it can't hold a candle to my fifteen-year old computer, which was on its last legs seven years ago. I'm not even going to mention it anymore.)
On my computer, I have two word processing documents: AppleWorks 6 the Ancient and Microsoft Word 2004 the Annoying. I generally prefer AppleWorks, but the poor thing is dying and I already used it for two large projects recently, so I decided to give it a break. Besides, it balks if you try to put in pictures or make tables, which I needed to do for this monstrous science project. Which meant I had to use my archenemy Word for this project. I detest Word because it goes out of my way to bug me and then snickers evilly afterwards. Better yet, it has MDS- Mysterious Disappearing Sydrome. It likes to randomly make files go poof and then I can't find them again no matter how thoroughly I search my computer. The project in question was a massive science project that more or less involved creating an online wikipedia-style webpage on three elements. We had to upload them to a website and my science teacher was allowing us until midnight this morning to put everything on the website. I made my five articles on the two elements due (we have to write ten on a third element. I am stuck with radon, an amazing famous for doing nothing. And decaying. And sitting there. And doing nothing.) on Word, saving them in one document. Yesterday, after I got home, I decided to upload all my files to the website then do my history homework.
Me: *going through my folders* Yay, I'm so glad I don't have to stress out over my project like everyone else is doing!
{In other randomness, YouTube has been giving me a lot of ads in Spanish. I have no idea how it got the idea that I speak Spanish, considering almost everything I use on YouTube is in Japanese. Google products are always so logical. As we all know, Spanish=Japanaese.}
Computer and Word: *stifle giggles conspiratorially*
Me:... Are you all right there?
Computer: Nope, I'm just fine! Just *snort* fine!
Word: Yup, just fine!
Me: I have a bad feeling about this.
I open up my Chemistry folder and do not see my document called "Elemental Adventure".
Me: Computer. Do you have any idea why my Chemistry folder is missing a large document called "Elemental Adventure"?
Computer: *giggling madly* Hee! Hee! Nope! None!
Word: Gee, I wonder where it could have gone! *collapses laughing*
AppleWorks: That's why you never trust Word, never get involved in a land war in Asia, and never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!
Me: ...
Computer: Gee, do you think he's okay?
Me: *soul escapes from mouth*
Computer: I think that's bad.
Me: *smoke begins to come out from my head*
Computer: Uh-oh.
Me: BEEP BEEP BEEP WARNING WARNING. T.O.N.-BOT HAS SHORT-CIRCUTED. T.O.N.-BOT WILL NOW SELF-DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS. FIVE, FOUR, THREE-
Computer: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! It was a joke! Don't blow up! Don't blow up! I'm sorry! Mommmmyyy!
Me: ...
Computer: ...? (This is the deepest dialogue you have ever seen and will ever see in your life. Please don't explode from the sheer profoundess of this dialogue.)
Me: ... Computer, what time is it?
Computer: 3:05
Me: ... Word, I hate you.
Word: Ha.
Me: You're on time out.
Word: Aww!
Me: And computer, you have to play me a lot of mothy tomorrow, all right?
Computer: Okay...
Me: All right... We have about eight hours including dinner, shower, and other delays. CHARGE!!!!!
And we heriocally did way more work than I would have thought possible. I lost faith at 7:30 when I had only finished two out of the three articles, but I made an inspirational speech. And we revived.
Me: Sons of Silicon, of Computer Chips, my brothers. I see in your monitor the same fear the would take the heart of me. A day may come when the idiocy of computers fails, when we forsake our contacts list and break all bonds of communication. An hour of computer bugs and shattered key boards, when the age of technology comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we type! By all that you hold dear on this good Internet, I bid you stand, Computers of the West Coast!!!!
Word: Silicon shouldn't be capitalized.
Me: Will you go away?
And we finished. At eleven o'clock. And I was happy. And I did a victory dance. And there was much fanfare and all the animals had a feast with all of the salads and soups and ten types of cheese and bread and phenomonal desserts. And the hares ate far too much and the hedgehogs rolled three barrels of their best cider out and- wait, did all of that really happen? I can't remember.
Remember those history assignments? I got up at four thirty to finish them. I had four hours of sleep, so naturally, I was incredibally hyper today.
All of this is fact. Clearly. And my mother, who was home the whole time, didn't seem to notice the speechmaking and feasting and talking computers and whatnot. Clearly, she is very oblivious.
(December 13, 2013 - 7:28 pm)