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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)
Nope. We're going to have a loooong game. 34 days. Fortunatly, I think I'm only in school for the last couple of days, so I won't be worrying about the load.
Captcha says gafw. He guffaws.
(July 20, 2014 - 4:26 pm)
Hurrah! I survived the week! Not sure if I should feel proud or just lucky. After all, I did have to wash laundry:( You are doing an excellent job so far TON! Thanks!
- Alice
(July 20, 2014 - 4:04 pm)
T.O.N gets a official-looking letter after the death of F.Q that reads as follows:
Sorry to interrupt, but as Mr John F.Q's legal representative. I must
protest, F.Q technically isn't dead in the eyes of the law. You,
T.O.N, have no proof of his death, save for his body & the word
of his sister Reed that it is his body, so while it is clear to me
that he is dead because of the overwhelming evidence, it is
clear to the law he is alive because you have no proof. So who do you
think you're fooling? F.Q is clearly alive and dead. Why are you
laughing? Do you dare to mock the law? How dare you! Be off with you
or I'll lock you up.
Sincerely,
Mr. Legon, representative of the Law
Right after this, a more official looking letter arrives that follows :
Hi, Mr. President here! I found out that the hat you gave me was stolen!!! Get me more like this one!! I LOVE your stolen hats!!!!!!!!!
And after that a recorder turns on downstairs going as follows:
"I am glad that I am legally alive. WHOOOOO! Why do gosts go WHOOO anyways?"
The narrator replies calmly but with an edge of anger:
"No idea... Leave me alone F.Q."
(July 20, 2014 - 5:41 pm)
Day 6
When my workday is over, and I have closed my notebook, hidden my pen, and sawed holes in my rented canoe so that it cannot be found, I often like to spend the evening in conversation with my few surviving friends. “Conversation” does not seem a strong enough word to do our evening meetings justice -- first we drink all the lemonade in the house and then we run off to pilfer cannons. Indeed, there is nothing quite so fine as partying raucously with friends and the skiers, ever seeking chances to party, who are celebrating the completion of another trip around the sun made by their dear friend.
Melody: Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy, happy birthday, happy birthday to me!
Blue Fairy: Now that you are sixteen, you can drive! And this means -- you shall be my driving slave! Mwa-ha-ha! MWA-HA-HA!
Corina: Pipe down, Blue Fairy. Just eat some cake, it’s good.
WW: We have cake? Where did that come from?
Violet: Ah... a special delivery.
Flashback to ten minutes ago when Violet, Nina, and Alice went to answer a knock on the door:
Mysterious Girl: Prepare for trouble!
Mysterious Boy: And make it double!
Girl: To protect the world from bacterial infestation!
Boy: To assassinate all peoples within our nation!
Girl: To denounce the cuteness of pigeons and doves!
Boy: To extend our services to the stars above!
Girl: Agent Alpaca-chan!
Boy: Agent E.W.!
Agent Alpaca-chan: Assassins R Us take out people at the speed of light!
Agent E.W.: Surrender your credit cards now, or you’ll see the light!
Agent Alpaca-chan: And 15 minutes can save you 15% or less!
Nina: What in the--
Agent E.W.: Sign up for an assassination now with Asassins R Us and earn a free cake!
Alice: For us? You shouldn’t have, you dears. Thanks for the cake, don’t come again.
*Slam!*
JLM (hey, she’s alive again today) kindly offered to cut the cake, but stabbed herself with the knife in the process and promptly died. The three girls looked at each other, shrugged, stuffed her in the pantry and promptly forgot all about her.
FQ: I’m enjoying this dance music and all... but is the Disney theme really necessary?
Melody: Excuse me? It’s not your birthday, is it? Therefore, I am the High Exalted Monarch of All Things Musical, not you, o lowly peasant. You can be the bathroom cleaner.
Bookbug: That’s a load of--
Madeline: Scoot over, your highness, because I’m putting some better music on.
Ellie: I can hold my breath ♪
I can bite my tongue♪
I can stay awake for days♪
If that’s what you want♪
Zach: Captain! Mayday, mayday!
SPF: It’s the most feared of all the unnatural beasts that roam these waters... Christina Perri!
Red: Men, I’ll see you on the other side. Abandon ship or abandon hope!
Max: Why are the boys being melodramatic in the corner?
BHR: Please. You think this is melodramatic? The last time we banned them from a party, they stuck extendable ears under the door.
Theo: Ah, those were good times...
Moss: I don’t know, I’m inclined to call wailing “I’m meeellltttinnggg” while exageratedly dying is pretty melodramatic.
Katie: We found punch!
Mag Fan: Does that have caffeine in it?
Teresa: “Warning: this punch has enough sugar to knock out a raging bull rhinocerous or send a pack of children into hysterics that will last no less than 72 hours.” What do you think, Ivy, shoud we pass it out?
Ivy: My best judgment says a firm yes.
S.E.: I knew those two always had a soft spot for chaos...
Madeline: Limbo game, everybody!
Bounty: How low can you go?
???: Hey Jack, want a quiche?
Jack: Sure!
This has been a message from the Darned Redundant Society: Don’t accept food from people if the narrator edits their name out. Nothing good can come out of this. You may either die or even (heaven forbid) wake up two weeks later in a taxi in New York wearing an ugly purple sweater at least three sizes to big and smelling of saurkraut that you most certainly did not pick out for yourself.
Fortunatly for Jack, the former situation happened and he soon keeled over after eating the strange quiche. (Claims that the fear of the sweater caused him to die were vigorously denied and therefore quite probably true.)
Watermelon: Maggie, Maggie, it’s a truly scary thing when your sibling dies... But hey, you can have his room now!
Maggie: Something tells me my parents will not be happy about this... Who am I going to blame this on?
Joe: One-two-three, nose goes!
Alice: *sneeze* Oh, not again!
Reed: This is awfully fishy... Perhaps the quiche contained some of Joe’s mysterious concoction?
Joe: Someone took it! I couldn’t have done it.
Katie: There’s no way to prove it now, anyway. He ate it.
Melody: Anyway! Minions, your queen commands you. You must return to having fun! Anyone who does not have fun in the next five minutes will recieve a kick in the buttocks from yours truly.
Rest in peace, Jack. Rest in peace.
(July 20, 2014 - 4:22 pm)
Suprisingly, I do say that I'm melting when I'm being dramatic. Huh.
(July 20, 2014 - 5:55 pm)
~Joe's Diary: Day 6~
Well. It doesn't take detective work to know what happened. The concoction in the trash was a decoy. And none of the main ingredients (hummus, apple juice, maple syrup) killed Jack. It was the hockey puck. You aren't supposed to eat hockey pucks!!! They're inorganic. If only I hadn't listened to Rodney, the quiche would have tasted bad, yes, but Jack would be fine.
Why oh why did I take Rodney's advice? We need to stop worshipping our spamcheckers. They don't know what they're talking about. It's just intelligible rubbish.
Anyway, I think we ought to do an autopsy to confirm this. Oh wait: never mind. I'm hearing that someone already incinerated the body. WITHOUT ASKING!!! How rude.
Anyway... I don't want to die!!! I need bodyguards. Is anyone willing to stand/sit by my side? I'll need four, two for the daytime, and two willing to sleep through the daytime, or stay up 24 hours a day, to guard me at night. (I know it probably won't prevent my death, but it will deter the murderer and so therefore delay it.)
Also... my fire ants have escaped. I'd better go find them before they kill someone else.
Oops. I hear Melody screaming in her room.
Ten minutes later...
There! Saved Melody and killed the fire ants. Why do they sell these dangerous things??? Man, she is not having a good birthday at the ski lodge.
Hang on. There were 200 ants. I killed 199... uh-oh.
Two hours later...
Still have not located the 200th potentially lethal ant. Off to bed.
(July 20, 2014 - 6:55 pm)
Fire ants are not a cool birthday present. *pouts*
(July 20, 2014 - 10:23 pm)
Ellie's book of ski lodge feelings: Day 5
Poor John! I really don't feel safe in this ski lodge. I tried to escape, but BHR somehow found the darts I hid and was throwing them at me. I just think she likes me. And darts. She just needs to throw them at a target instead of bears and me.
With Fep gone, I finally finished my book. I just need to read the acknowledgments. Wow, that's a long word. How many letters is that? 16. Wow.*
That PJ party was great. Who knew singing Rude would inspire such an event! Although that also means it was my fault John died. This is the problem when you leave people unattended. At least that means there's one less boy to be immature.
Well, I gotta go. I'm finally showing the guys (and girls) the Game of Life. I'm just sick and tired of their poker faces and them gambling their heads off (Seriously, one of them might really put someone else up to win their head!). We really don't want anyone else gone.
*There is no e after the g in that word, so I corrected your spelling and the total letters is 15.
Admin
(July 20, 2014 - 4:56 pm)
Ok, Admin. Thanks.
(July 20, 2014 - 5:25 pm)
Ellie's book of ski lodge feelings: Day 6
Happy sweet sixteen, Melody! Sorry to change your music, but I was forced to sing. I really do like Disney. It will be hard to drive out here on the icy roads (do we even have roads out here?), but I'm sure you'll survive. Well, you might survive. With the amount of deaths going on around here, I can't make any promises.
Speaking of death, poor Jack. I really wouldn't blame him for eating that quiche. I mean, quiche is great! Stupid food poisoning.
Well, I'm gonna go see if they're playing Life. I really doubt it, but I'm just gonna make sure.
(July 20, 2014 - 5:24 pm)
Dearest Silveny,
Weeellll, John F.Q. and Jack are both dead. Not surprised really, as quiche is notorious for killing people, though is not the kind of death I want. I want to go up in a big fiery inferno, with complete Top Gear glory, though, this will probably not happen. I at least want to win the award for Most Dramaticized Death award.
In other news, I've taken to the hobby of throwing darts or other sharp objects that Ellie hid at her. She seems to think I either need a new hobby or a set of targets. What she doesn't know is a) this is my way of making friends, and b) live or non-targets are so much more fun than actual targets. Why do what you're actually supposed to do? BOORIIING. Still, I think I'm starting to grow on Ellie.
I want an antelope, horse, goat hybrid with halos over theirs heads and flames on their heels to call a pet. That, or a hippopotamous to call Hippopotamistic.
That wasn't random at all. Anyway.
(July 20, 2014 - 9:34 pm)
Excuse me! My employer is not dead, he is alive and dead as I explaned to T.O.N .!
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Mr. Legon,,representative of the Law
(July 21, 2014 - 10:55 am)
So he's like Schrödinger's cat? Get it? He's dead and alive. ...Darn, I hear the crickets chirping again in the silence. I think I'm the only one here who knows about that.
(July 21, 2014 - 12:09 pm)
My thoughts exactly Moss!!! So glad that somebody else knows what on earth I'm talking about!
(July 21, 2014 - 3:21 pm)
I love the idea of Schrödinger's Cat.
(July 21, 2014 - 5:03 pm)