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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)
Day 24
A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. Very soon, a girl would come skiing down these slopes, not realizing that her partner had led her here for a reason. Very soon, a girl would not notice these treacherous boulders and sail off the cliff they hid. Very soon, she would see why the place was nicknamed...
Red: Roger.
Ivy: Pardon me?
Red: We named that cliff that Bounty skied off Roger.
Teresa: There are worse things to do than that when you’re bored and tired of blowing up kitchens, partying, and putting Red’s underwear in the freezer, you know.
Red: Wha- that was you??!!
Teresa: Nope, I caught Moss and Maggie in the act.
Moss: Teresa, you betrayer!
Maggie: I think Teresa’s laundry basket needs a visit from the Freezer Force, Moss.
Alice: What should we do in the meantime? We’ve already read all the books and destroyed all the zombie cows. The snow plow hasn’t come yet so we can’t go home.
FQ: How ‘bout we go fly a dragon?
Bookbug: Let’s go fly a dragon, up to the highest flagon! Let’s go fly a dragon and send it burning! Burning all the horrid books, knocking them down with meat hooks, oh, let’s go fly a dragon!
Madeline: Someone say meat hooks? I knew I packed those for a good reason!
While the other skiers attempted to help Madeline pull her meat hooks out of the ceiling where she had flung them zealously, Nina went to answer the door.
Mysterious Girl: Ohohoho~
Mysterious Boy: Surprised to see us here?
Nina: Assassins R Us, I presume?
Agent Alpaca-chan: That’s where you’re wrong! No, we’re tired of being the bumbling, incompetent good guys!
Agent E.W.: We’ll no longer partake of the “milk of human kindess”! Beware, for we are back and evil! We are... Assassins R Us 2.0! *sheen*
Nina: Wow, you spent that much money on a billboard ad and sound effects? I’m feeling the evilness already.
Agent Alpaca-chan 2.0: That’s right! Cower before us, mortals!
Agent E.W. 2.0: “Bigger, better, and badder than ever!”
Nina: Now you’re like Team Rocket! Useless and working for the forces of evil! Wow, can I take a selfie with you guys? Haha, thanks. Well, see you later!
Agent Alpaca-chan 2.0: Hey, she can’t close the door on us! That was part of our upgrade to becoming more fabulous!
Agent E.W. 2.0: S-surely there must be an error in my new plan to become the very best!
Agent Alpaca-chan 2.0: I knew we should have stuck to catching 'em all.
Meanwhile, let us look into the daily life of JLM. Here she is, eating breakfast. Here she is, getting her uniform ready for school. Here she is-
JLM: Why are you following me with a camera?
It’s a special feature. I thought I could show everyone the interesting things you do every day.
JLM: My voodoo is a trade secret! I musn’t let you have that knowledge! If necessary... the information will die with me! Goodbye, cruel world! The voodoo community will mourn the loss of my knowledge! *stab*
Here she is, dead, at least until tomorrow.
Rest in peace, Bounty. Rest in peace.
(August 20, 2014 - 7:44 pm)
"Cower before us, mortals"? Is that a reference or am I just self-centered?
(August 20, 2014 - 9:42 pm)
I don't think I'm referencing anything. Is this like that accidental TARDIS reference? I really need to start learning to accidentally rain money.
(August 22, 2014 - 7:51 pm)
Hey, murderer! I'm gonna haunt you so hard, you'll wish you never killed me!
(August 21, 2014 - 7:38 pm)
Dear Silveny,
I KNEW IT. Red you pickle. Something deep inside me always told me I'd die by the apocalypse. Teresa, my wayward soldier, carry on in my memory. AVENGE ME!
I officially believe Maggie or Teresa is the murderer.
And so in light of my passing, a rendition of If I Die Young:
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shy down on my soldiers.
They'll know I'm safe with, and still battling the zombies.
Oh well, life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no.
Ain't even grey, but they bury their best friend.
The sharp knife, of a short life,
Well I've had nearly not enough time.
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
And I'll be wearing camo, when I come into Your kingdom,
I'm as grey as knife hidden in my pocket.
Never known what it was to dominate,
but it sure felt nice when we took down the zombies.
There's a boy outside the door,
says he wants to come in.
Who would have thought that the zombies would get him first?
The sharp knife of a short life,
I still haven't had enough time.
So put on your battle clothes,
and I'll grab my bow.
What I aimed to do is not quite done.
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll donate 'em cause they're awesome.
They're worth ten times more, after I'm a goner,
and maybe then you'll hear, the commands I've been hollering.
Funny when you're dead how people start obeying.
If I die young, due to the zombies.
Lay me down, in our cavern.
Put me in the catacombs at dawn.
Send me away with the words of our battle cry.
The ballad of a soldier,
go with honor and insanity.
Gather up your tears, keep them in you quiver,
save them for a time when you're really going to need them.
The sharp knife of a short life.
Well, I'll never have enough time.
So put on your battle clothes,
and I'll grab my bow.
Okay, well there. Goodbye cruel world! But hey, if I'm dead, I can go and terrorize Ellie again in the afterlife!!! Hehehehe!
(August 20, 2014 - 8:41 pm)
Bahahaha! That's a hilarious song!
(August 21, 2014 - 2:50 pm)
*bows granduerly* Thank you, Madeline!
(August 21, 2014 - 6:27 pm)
*Fretfully looks around* I mean, I-I'm sorry for your loss. I know how that feels. I had blue moon ice cream once... *Runs away crying*
(August 21, 2014 - 7:36 pm)
This song is the very best thing on these pages.
(August 22, 2014 - 7:52 pm)
Lovely song! Ha! If I keep complimenting you on it, will you not taunt me?
(August 23, 2014 - 9:27 am)
Welcome, my twin. Welcome to the land of the ghosts. Welcome. Welcome.
(August 21, 2014 - 6:37 pm)
@T.O.N.: Thank you! I rather enjoyed writing it.
@ Ghost Ellie: Thank you, though you don't have to compliment me. I'll *coughattemptcough* to stop taunting you. All in good jest.
@ Ghost Corina: Hehehehe, thank you my fuzzy twin! What a blast we shall have!
(August 23, 2014 - 4:09 pm)
Day 25
It was a pleasure to burn. This is the motto of dragons and partially the reason they’re so misunderstood. Dragons are all kind at heart and wish to spread love, joy, and intense pleasure to the entire world. It is the world’s fualt, therefore, for interpreting this kind and lovely action of burning whole villages and swathes of countryside as violent death and destruction. So today, another well-meaning dragon, down in the dumps because others wouldn’t accept such a joyful activity, decided to take a short nap on a large hillside near a ski lodge, and... Oh dear. That squish wasn’t FantasyQuill, was it?
Nina: I think we should have better soundeffects. Stuff like “Bam!”, “Pow!”, “Biff!”, and “Shazam!”
Bookbug: That makes it sound like we’re doing a lot more interesting things than we’re actually doing. Fighting crime, say.
Ivy: Oh, don’t say that. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up having far too many poorly-written days devoted to romantic plots about fighting vampire criminals.
Red: No, we could easily fit that into everyday life! Bam! JLM (I just wrote her real name accidentally :P) jumps out of the closet! Pow! She’s stabbed with a knife! Biff! The vacuum bag she was holding explodes, covering everyone with dust! Shazam! Uh... Voldemort and Dr. Mods on their honey moon with the Death Eater Hot Pink Pony Fan Club arrive and blow stuff up!
Moss: Yeah, that’s really “everyday”, thanks, Red.
Madeline: Oh, is that how all the My Little Pony stuff ended up in your room?
Red: What were you doing looking in my room??
Alice: Uh. We were just investigating. Yeah. Right.
Red: Please. I am not a brony. The narrator can tell you that I’m not.
I don’t know, I see some of the weird stuff you get up to when you borrow my body-
Red: Helga.
Ehehehe- nope, he’s not a brony. Oh look, there’s JLM bursting out of the closet.
Maggie: Atttaaack! *FOOM*
Alice: *cough cough* Really? *cough* You had to *cough* attack the vacuum bag? *cough*
Maggie: I didn’t *cough* mean to!
Moss: Hey, does this mean we get Death Eaters??!!
Teresa: You want people who have no qualms with murdering you here?
Nina: Don’t we alreeady have someone here like that?
Teresa: Touche.
Bookbug: I want Lucius Malfoy’s autograph. He’s so dreamy.
Ivy: I prefer Voldemort myself. Aren’t men without noses just the greatest thing?
Maggie: I know just what you mean. After Tyrion Lannister’s nose gets cut off, I suddenly had to relook the entire way I look at that character.
Rest in peace, FantasyQuill. Rest in peace.
[For the record: I actually heard two girls at school saying that today. Stay around long enough at my school and I’m inclined to believe you can hear anything.]
(August 22, 2014 - 7:49 pm)
Tyrion is...meh. He's only tolerable because he's the most moral member of the Lannister family.
(August 23, 2014 - 8:12 am)
~Viewpoint of the Moss~
(I've been pretty busy lately so I haven't been able to post much on here. Sorry about that!)
I can't believe it! Mag Fan, Melody, Bounty, FantasyQuill, Ellie, BHR... they're all gone! And all this time I've just been continuing in life like nothing has happened. Strange. And today a cantaloupe sculpture of Timon showed up. Sigh. Melody would have liked it. Actually, here you go. *hands to Melody's ghost* It's so quiet and ominous in the Kyra Kave now with no Melody here. Too quiet. The murderer, I know, is going to attack again at any given moment. *dun dun DUN* I wonder how he or she has been doing it...
(August 23, 2014 - 12:56 pm)