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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)
Sweet! And I brought games. *sits down beside gameboard, eating popcorn*
(January 25, 2014 - 3:55 pm)
Ooh, I rule at Trivial Pursuit!
(January 25, 2014 - 7:31 pm)
I love Trivial Pursuit! What other games did you bring, BHR?
(January 26, 2014 - 12:29 am)
My dad and I actually played Trivial Pursuit almost every day for a few weeks to get me ready for my Jeopardy audition because of how similar the two are.
(January 26, 2014 - 10:45 am)
I've never played Trivial Pursuit, you're going to have to teach me. I brought along Life, Sorry & Trouble (warning: I leave people in fits of frustration when I play these games because I show absolutely no mercy), Monopoly, Risk, several card games, and ironically, Clue.
(January 26, 2014 - 2:14 pm)
I didn't try to make one. Are you referring to the "clockwork heartbeat"? That was just me trying to sound dramatic.
(January 24, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
Oh, I see. It was incredibly dramatic and incredibly well-written.
(January 25, 2014 - 8:54 pm)
I'm psychic! I knew it was BHR!
(January 24, 2014 - 2:56 pm)
*applause fills the entire world*
(January 24, 2014 - 4:24 pm)
AAAHHHHHHHH! NNOOOOO! SO close.SO close. I thought that I was going to be the murderer because I acted innocent all the time, but I also thought that BHR was the murderer. I don't have a head anymore.
(January 24, 2014 - 5:45 pm)
OHMIGOSH YOU ACTUALLY PUT THE FINAL COUNTDOWN IN YOU ARE SO AWESOME! You're also such a good writer, Ruby. That was seriously really well written.
(January 24, 2014 - 6:03 pm)
Day 25
BHR has returned home, the ghosts, well, some have returned home and some have not quite yet, (S.E.: My parents will kill me! Maggie: You're already dead! S.E.: Oh, yeah. Right.) and the ski lodge is empty again. It's early morning in the BHR household currently. BHR's parents had welcomed her warmly when she arrived the night before. They were a little concerned about their daughter. The daughter they had left was smiling, always full of humor and zest and seemed truly alive. She was so quiet now and didn't seem to be quite all there. BHR had smiled sadly and pleaded being tired and her parents dismissed their worries. She would be better in the morning... wouldn't she?
Birds chirped in the tree next to the house. The birds always rise before the humans do and in this case, something else rose as well. They snuck into the room, trying to be quiet, before pulling off an elaborate set of faces that took the place of a verbal conversation. The boy made an "I really don't want to do this" face, the girl made a "do it all ready, or I'll glare at you like this for the next week" face, the boy made a "but I really, really, don't want to!" face, and the girl made a "it's your turn, just kill the girl already!" face and slammed her hand into the bedpost for emphasis. BHR woke with a start.
Agent Alpacachan: See! Look what you did!
Agent E.W.: You did that! You hit the bedpost and woke her up!
Agent Alpacahan: Maybe if you had actually killed her, she wouldn't have woken up in the first place, huh?
BHR: Agent Alpacachan? Why are you at my house?
Agent Alpacachan: Because we're plotting to murder you!
Agent E.W.: Stealth, Agent Alpcachan. She said to be stealthy. What about stealth do you not understand?
BHR: Who did?
Grace: Me.
The ghost had followed the assassins in, but had hovered in the doorway nervously. Now she stepped up closer.
Grace: I remember what you told me, BHR. You told me that I couldn't do anything, because I'm a ghost. And maybe that's true. Maybe, just maybe, I can't do anything. Most people can't see me, hear me, and touch me. Maybe that means I'm powerless. But I'm not going to believe that, BHR. I'm going to believe that I can do something. I can only talk to a few people who can see and hear me, but through them, I have all the power in the world. I called the assassins. Do you know why? Because I believe in something else. I believe in you, BHR, and I believe in the power in your heart. The ski lodge corrupted you, but now I'm going to set you free. I want you to return to us, to smile and laugh, and be one of us again. Your name inspires people, you know. Because heroines do rule, and I'm going to be a heroine today. I'm not acting out of vengeance. I'm here to save you. Agent E.W., do it.
The agent quickly slid a hypodermic needle into BHR's arm. She let out a faint gasp before her breath softly released. Her eyes faded, but the vacant glare seemed gone.
Grace: She's free now, isn't she?
Agent Alpacachan: Yeah.
The agent slid her arms around Grace's ghostly shoulders.
Agent Alpacachan: It's okay. Your friend will be fine. It's not so bad being a ghost, is it? You were very brave, you know. The lodge can be terrifying, but I think that's just in its nature. You'll be okay. She'll be okay. We'll all be okay. It's over now and we can start to rebuild. Go home to your family and hug them tight. Smile and enjoy yourself. Life's beautiful, Grace, and death can be too.
Grace: I suppose so. Thanks.
Agent Alpachan: There, see? Now you're smiling again, and everything's as it should be. Will you be able to get home all right? We have to leave now.
Grace: Leave? Where are you going?
Agent Alpacachan: Back to the sane world. The ski lodge is going back to sleep and we can't stay in it anymore. We're able to criss-cross in and out its fantasy land, but we can't stay there for long. It all comes to an end. We're migrating back to civilization, to put aside our secret lives as ghosts and assassins to be students and daughters and sons again. It's an ending, but also a beginning of something new. You'll just have to find out what it is, now won't you? Make it the best you can!
And just like that, the assassins popped open the window and were gone. Grace moved to stand at the window and watched them leave. She felt the cool January breeze and listened to the bird song. She ignored a stirring behind her until it walked to the window to stand next to her.
BHR: I'm sorry, I-
Grace: It's okay. You don't need to talk.
BHR: Well... I just want to say thanks.
Grace smiled and then pointed out the window.
Grace: Look, BHR. The sun is rising.
The two ghosts stood in front of the window and watched the sun rise over a beginning of a new story.
Rest in peace, Grace and BHR. Rest in peace.
(January 25, 2014 - 12:26 pm)
*massive amounts of applauding*
Oooh, I loved that! A very poetic sort of ending. Lovely!
(January 25, 2014 - 3:53 pm)
Wow this is inspirational and poetic; wow I really like this.
(January 25, 2014 - 6:16 pm)
Love the ending! When are you going to do another one?
(January 25, 2014 - 5:33 pm)