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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)
* Stares, annoyed at Mr. Legon* seriously? Wow.
(July 21, 2014 - 3:01 pm)
*Stares annoyed back a Schrödinger's Cat * Mr. Schrödinger's Cat I hardly think wow is the right word in this case, it's just the law.
Good day.
(July 21, 2014 - 4:19 pm)
Dearest Journal,
I never have trusted quiches. Ever since I ate one at the cafè at the Louvre Museum in Paris and got food poisoning a few weeks ago, the nasty things have just seemed so... unnerving. But I can understand Jack's attraction to them. Today has been rather unnerving on all accounts. Melody turned 16 (congrats!!!), which means she can now operate heavy machinery while singing Disney. The horror! My pet hedgehog ran away, and turned into a rather spikey croquet ball which someone -- Red, I think -- accidentally sat on. The hedgehog was fine, fortunately, but I can't say the same for Red. Life has been much the same here at the ski lodge. I do believe I'm getting a bit of a head cold though: I keep sneezing at the most inopportune moments. Fep's ghost is still floating the the halls, making constant racket and is now throwing what's left of Melody's birthday cake at the walls and cheering. But I look forward to yet another exciting day tomorrow. Goodnight!
- Alice
(July 21, 2014 - 8:21 am)
Day 7
No one would have believed in the first years of the twenty-first century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. But indeed, man is foolish to believe it is alone in the universe. There are many out there, always watching and waiting, biding their time. They are... alien unicorns.
BHR: Guys, Corina has disappeared.
Blu: That’s hardly suspicious considering the last time that happened.
BHR: I had nothing to do with it this time!
Zach: Maybe it was ghosts. Or... aliens! Whooo!
Theo: That’s very plausible! Guys, let’s go out and look for aliens!
Zach: What? I was kidding.
Moss: Be sure to bring your tin-foil hats, everyone!
After intense study of human lifeforms, alien unicorns have concluded that tin-foil hats are cermonial garments worn in worship of them. Allthough greatly amused by this spectacle, they do not feel the need to be worshipped... yet. After all, they are kind and benevolant creatures and so far have only invaded our planet for the good of science.
Nina: I can’t believe we’re poking around in the snow wearing tin-foil hats and looking for aliens!
Madeline: I thought we were looking for Corina.
FQ: What if they’re one and the same?
Alice: That’s too plausible, FantasyQuill.
Ivy: I think these hats are rather fashionable, as a matter of fact. When I see Moss again, I’m going to see if I can open up a chain that sells these with her. The market is ripe, all we need to do is slap a brand name on it! I can see it now: Tin Couture!
Bookbug: Ooh. Sounds French.
In the end, the only evidence to be found of Corina’s mysterious disappearance was... a note.
Reed: “Greetings, two-legged lesser-intelligent creatures!” Well, that’s not polite.
Maggie: “After more intense study of your species, we have decided that your intelligence levels are too poor to create a satisfactory clone army.”
Joe: “Therefore, we have decided to repurpose our studies into enslaving you to make you happy.”
S.E.: “It is well known that most humans without jobs are unhappy and earning a job makes one happy. Therefore, we intend to put you all to work endlessly to ensure eternal happiness.”
SPF: “But first, we must research better the fragile nature of humans, as our last test subject perished”
Bounty: “For this purpose, we have taken the human lifeform known as “Corina” to be closely examined and possibly brutally murdered.”
Violet: “Small-scale world domination will take place later today at your residence. Please remain calm. Regards, the Alien Unicorns.”
Mag Fan: Meesa gonna die.
Watermelon: We’re doomed! If I come home dead again, my mom is going to kill me!
WritingWarrior: Hold your ground! Hold your ground!
Sons and daughter of the Chatterbox, my friends.
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of men and women fails,
When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship.
But it is not this day.
An hour of alien unicorns and giant rabbits,
When the age of the Internet comes crashing down.
But it is not this day!
This day, we fight!!
By all that you hold dear on this good computer,
I bid you stand! People! of the Chattebox!!!!
Katie: *applauds* WritingWarrior! That’s so beautiful! How ever shall we fight those aliens? Tell us, tell us!
WW: Uhh... well... uhh... I hadn’t really got that far in the plans, you know. Maybe... uh...? Aw, to heck with it. Everyone?
Everyone: Yes?
WW: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Red: It’s the end of the world as we know it! And I feel fine!
Teresa: That’s it! We have a weapon with us! Melody, do you have any really, really sickening songs?
Oh, like the frolicking fox song? That took several minutes out of my life! And with the song you made me listen to today, that’s another 4 minutes off of my life. You’ll have to pay me back for that, you know.
Melody: A singing weapon? I can do that!
Ellie: Come, friend! Let us sing those unicorns right out of the sky!
*Thuddd!*
Someone screamed (Joe denied it vigourously later, so it must have been him). Someone hid under the table. JLM dropped a box of knives and impaled herself upon one.
Mag Fan: The unicorns are coming! The unicorns are coming!
Melody: Ready?
Ellie: Here we go!
Melody: YOU’RE IN MY ARMS, AND ALL THE WORLD IS CALM!
Ellie: I DON’T KNOW, IT’S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT YA!
Melody: THE MUSIC PLAYING ON FOR ONLY TWO!
Ellie: GOT ME FEELING LIKE I CAN’T BE WITHOUT YA!
Alien Unicorns, like the Witched Witch of the West, have a deadly weakness and yet are stupid enough to leave it in the possession of their enemies: love songs.
Alien Unicorn Overlord: Good lord! They sound nothin’ like that on the record. I had absolutely no idea that’s what they really sounded like. That does my ‘ead in.
And with that, the skiers managed to fend off a group of alien unicorns (who returned to their home planet, rather affronted, and giving up entirely on Earth), leading this to be one of the more interesting Mondays in recent history.
Rest in peace, Corina. Rest in peace.
(July 21, 2014 - 5:14 pm)
Hahahaha Tin Couture!
WHAT?!?! Sir Spammy said a real word! Hike!
(July 21, 2014 - 5:36 pm)
OMG, this is hilarious! Alien Unicorns! Ha! lol!
(July 21, 2014 - 5:52 pm)
I was so worried for Corina... she's one of my best buddies gosh darn it! I hoped and hoped she would be all right, but the ski lodge and the universe for that matter have no mercy. She had been a test subject and 'brutally murdered'. Those alien unicorns don't know how to care as far as I can tell! There was no reason to brutally murder her other than that they thought it right. Oh well. *takes off tinfoil hat somberly* One day, I shall open a business for tinfoil hats with Ivy in Corina's honor. *sniffles* And it shall have the best tin from the world! Rainbow colored and zebra stripes and indigo and... what's that? Yeah, I do think I'm getting carried away. Wait, who said that? o_0
(July 21, 2014 - 6:31 pm)
Sorry for clogging, but OH, Greeat. I missed the whole beginning! I hope it's okay if I try to catch up.
(July 21, 2014 - 5:52 pm)
Fare thee well friends, I must now depart sadly. It was wonderful eating those . . . things we made for meals and havign parties with you.
But I am heading to a new world! With alien unicorns! Can't say I'm upset! I'm finally back with my own kind!
So have fun, kiddies, while I go have a family reunion.
(July 21, 2014 - 6:24 pm)
Bahahahaha. Sorry. I just found that very amusing for some reason.
(July 21, 2014 - 9:49 pm)
Dearest Silveny,
No! My mutant orange fuzzball ghost twin died! DUE TO ALIEN UNICORNS! CORI, WHAT DID YOU DO!? I KNEW YOU WERE SHOPPING AROUND ON THE PURPLE MARKET AND BREEDING UNICORNS! DID IT REALLYHAVE TO BE ALIEN?!
Ugh, poor Cori. Oh well, I'm sure I'll see her soon enough.
In other news, WritingWarrior delievered a speech today that reminded me of the one from Independence Day.
I have lied about my pranks! By tomorrow, some very fortunate people will reek of blue cheese and will be sitting in bird cages! Bwahaha! I need to go find some darts...
@TON: In all seriousness, did you make up that speech, or did you base it off of one? It could be my imagination, I just thought it sounded familiar.
(July 21, 2014 - 6:49 pm)
Nah, it's Aragorn's speech at the Black Gates from the move The Return of the King. It probably sounds familiar because I'm sure I have pariodied it here at least twice.
(July 21, 2014 - 6:56 pm)
Huh, interesting. I've never seen (at least not that I remember) The Return of the King. That may be why it's familiar, but I think I might have heard a speech like it somewhere else. Maybe Liberty's Kids or something.
(July 21, 2014 - 11:37 pm)
Miss Blonde Heroines Rule , did you say orange THE PURPLE MARKET ? Did you say orange fuzzball ghost ? I Love 453 about the orange fuzzball ghost.
Thank you Miss.
Mr Legon
(July 22, 2014 - 6:09 pm)
I did't post this; have it locked up please.
(July 22, 2014 - 6:42 pm)