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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)
Day 26
Certain people have said that the world is like a calm pond, and that anytime a person does even the smallest thing, it is as if a stone has dropped into the pond, spreading circles of ripples further and further out, until the entire world has been changed by one tiny action. If Bookbug had done such a simple thing as make a cheese sandwich as opposed to a roast beef sandwich, perhaps she would still be here today. Let’s rewind to a few hours ago, shall we?
Ivy: Aren’t men without noses just the greatest thing?
Nope, too far. Fast-forward.
Moss: SCHADENFREUDE!
No, that’s way too far. Rewind! Ah, here we are.
Nina: Hey, who ate the last of the roast beef? I wanted some for a sandwich!
Bookbug: I did. What’s the big deal? There’s still the cheese left.
Nina: I don’t like that type of cheese! Do you know what this means, Bookbug? Do you?! This means.... WAR!
Teresa: I’m about to make some chili if you want some too, Nina.
Nina: Nay, Teresa! Bookbug has well and truly wronged me and there is no return from such hurt feelings such as these!
Bookbug: It’s just a sandwich.
Nina: No, Bookbug, never! That was no mere sandwich but a metaphor of a sandwich! That sandwich represents the age-long stuggle between the oppressed and the opressors! From the colonists to the natives during imperialism, and the men to woman prior to the suffrage movement, and even in the present day, a certain pond to high school students! This sandwich means all that and so much more! No more will we sweat, struggle, and curse for your benefit! We shall rise up and make you understand what you did to us!
Bookbug: ... I ate a sandwich.
Nina: You ate the figurehead of our revolution. Prepare to be destroyed.
Alice: My name is Alice Montoya. You killed my roommate. Prepare to die.
Ivy: I’m right here, Alice.
Alice: Pretend to be dead for a second!
Nina: Aha! So, you’re the murderer, as well? It’s not enough killing our dreams and lunches, is it?
Madeline: Someone say murderer?
Red: Windkloppel?
Maggie: We’ve caught the murderer?! Guillotine! Guillotine! Guillotine!
Moss: Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, you shouldn’t be so hasty. We must first present her with the cruelest and most unsual punishment ever allowed by the Constitution... musicals!
Maggie: Oooh! I see!
Bookgbug: Wait, what’s going on? Somebody? Anybody?
Teresa: Let me grab some props!
Madeline: I can make a backdrop with my artistic skills!
Ivy: Tin Couture can help sponser the costumes!
Alice: We’d all look silly just wearing tin foil. Like aliens or something.
Moss: Ooh! “Romeo and Juliet in Space!”
Nina: How about mized with another play? Like...
Teresa: Avenue Q?
Moss: Perfect!
Red: I call Juliet!
Maggie: Sweet. So, let’s spilt up and meet back here in ten. Split!
Bookbug: ... All right, what just happened?
Ten minutes later:
Ivy: “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”
Red: There aren’t any windows in space, Romeo.
Ivy: Shut up and read your lines.
Moss: SCHADENFREUDE!
Nina: Hey, where’s Bookbug?
Madeline: Huh?
In the kitchen:
JLM: So, how’s the weather?
Bookbug: Pretty nice, pretty nice, I’m just about to go skiing.
JLM: Oh, have fun.
*CRASH!*
JLM: Don’t break the door, Alice! Do you have any idea how expensive that is to replace?
Teresa: Where’d she go? Did you see Bookbug?
JLM: Oh, I let her go skiing just a moment ago.
Nina: Curse you, JLM! We were punishing her!
Ivy: Stabbing her will do nothing to bring Bookbug back, Madeline. We must resume the chase!
The chase ended rather quickly as they found poor Bookbug fell victim to a booby-trapped chairlift. The thing broke down and dumped her when she was too far above the ground to survive. And this, ladies and gents, is why you always ski with a partner: coffins are cheaper to buy in bulk.
Rest in peace, Bookbug. Rest in peace.
(August 23, 2014 - 7:15 pm)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!!!!
(August 25, 2014 - 11:14 am)
I still can't believe I died. Why didn't I just make a cheese sandwich? (I do love roast beef by the way). Well, at least I can still haunt everyone. Muah-ha-ha-hah. In fact, I think I might go haunt Moss right now! Serves her right for torturing my eardrums with her musicals. Oh, yeah. In case you guys were wondering, all the ghosts are gathered in this really cool mansion. We're always partying with cake and caramel ice cream and dancing and caramel ice cream and more caramel icecream.
(August 25, 2014 - 6:41 pm)
This game totally reminds me of Clue. Does anyone know of it? It's my favorite board game! I always be Professer plum. My mom pronuces it as "Proff plum! Proff Plum!", as it says on the game board "Prof. plum". Anyway, I am the boss at the game.
(August 24, 2014 - 1:04 pm)
I love Clue! There was a Clue related day in the last ski lodge. You can read the day here:
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/124954?page=17
(August 27, 2014 - 6:59 pm)
Guys, my family and I went on a short road-trippish thing to Door County, a popular place to go in Wisconsin, and guess what I did there.
I HAD BLUE. MOON. ICE CREAM!!!!!!!
Two days in a row!
Ehehehehehehehehehe!
(August 24, 2014 - 3:47 pm)
Where did you get it? At Wilson's or The Yum Yum Tree?
We go to Door County every year.
Did you go to the folklore theater in Peninsula State Park? it's the best!
Admin
(August 27, 2014 - 11:37 pm)
It's the final week and the final lineup. Which one will be the one to go home alive?
Ivy
Moss
Teresa
Nina
Maggie
Red
Madeline
Alice
(August 24, 2014 - 6:31 pm)
Wow, the murderer really doesn't like boys.
(August 26, 2014 - 7:08 pm)
The Sugarbowl is weird, isn't it? In the very first ski lodge I wrote, it killed all but one of the boys, then all but one of the girls, then the last boy, then the last girl. And in the second one (first CB one) all the girls died before the two boys. It's very odd.
(August 27, 2014 - 7:01 pm)
Day 27
A wise man once wrote: In war, truth is the first casualty. A wise narrator also once wrote: What happens at one a.m. stays at one a.m. until it shows up on the Internet out of context. Neither of these sentences have anything to do with the rest of the day or even each other, but they’re good things to know, so why not mention them?
Alas, Moss’s partner-in-crime-and-commercialism has folded her last tin hat. After Tin Couture boomed at the end of last week, other companies clamored to be let into the tin foil fad. What with the craze of the tin hat world (expanding into keychains and T-shirts), the agent of Tin Couture decided that the best plan for success would be to monopolize the future. A sleek and elegant helicopter picked up Ivy this morning and carried her off to secret headquarters somewhere in Alaska. A top-secret team of scientists intended to send Ivy into the future but a series of strange miscalculations turned her into a baked fish in the present.
Moss: Alas, our business plans must end! Farewell, Ivy, Tin Couture ends with you.
Alice: Does that make my Tin Couture Designer Original Tin Foil Hat limited edition?! Ebay, here I come! Alice is going to make millions!
Nina: I don’t think that little tin foil is worth even a dollar.
Teresa: Shh, Nina, let’s let the girl be delusional.
Alice: Let’s go to Amazon and bye-bye you go. Hmm hmm hmm, and I’m in the dough. Oh Alice, you sly old fox.
Madeline: It’s a shame time travel doesn’t work. I’d love to go back or forward in time.
Red: How about sideways in time?
Maggie: Would going sideways in time turn you into baked chicken?
Teresa: What if she actually went forwards in time and switched places with the fish?
Nina: Whoooah.
Madeline: So she ended up on someone’s dinner table in the future?
Moss: What would happen if you went home and she showed up on your dinner table when you’re an adult or something?
Maggie: And she’s the exact same age?
Nina: Man, I want the future to come now just so we can find out what happened!
Red: What if in the future they don’t eat fish anymore and the reason it was baked was from radiation or something? And humans can’t survive in that kind of environment so Ivy’s the last human?
Alice: All right, that’s just depressing.
[Melody’s Ghost: Ha, they turned you into a fish instead of time traveling!
Ivy’s Ghost: Shut up.]
JLM: What if in the future everything is food?
Teresa: Like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs?
JLM: And everyday, they wake up to PASTAAAA~!
Madeline: Speaking of that, did you make dinner?
JLM: Yup, I baked a fish!
Maggie: Eating that now would be just wrong.
Nina: Wait! Did Ivy appear in our kitchen?!
Moss: No, it’s just a fish.
Alice: I have a knife, I don’t recommend messing with me.
Teresa: Warning someone after the fact of stabbing takes a little away from the experience, Alice.
Alice: Details, details.
[Corina’s Ghost: They turned you into a fish! Ha!
Ivy’s Ghost: It’s not that funny!]
Rest in peace, Ivy. Rest in peace.
(August 24, 2014 - 7:24 pm)
Nooooo, I died!!!!!! But anyways, that was hilarious! I was cracking up the entire time!
(August 25, 2014 - 1:58 pm)
BWAAHHAHAHAHA!! I'm still not deeeeead!!!
(August 25, 2014 - 5:23 pm)
Hmm. I must say, lots of off-topic speech in this one (sorry guys, I think it was my fault. Hey, can't a girl ponder about time travelling?).
(August 25, 2014 - 8:32 pm)
Day 28
This is a story about magic and where it goes and perhaps more importantly where it comes from and why, although it doesn’t pretend to answer all or any of these questions.
It may, however, help to explain why Gandalf never got a decent, well-paying job or why Merlin was once an immature little boy. Because this is also a story about shenanigans, although probably not in the mess-with-the-murderer-then-get-chased-up-a-tree-while-she-swings-a-frying-pan unless the characters get totally beyond the author’s control. They might.
However, is is primarily a story about a ski lodge. Here it comes now. Watch closely, the special effects are quite expensive.
So expensive, in fact, that I’ve grown tired of paying them for over a month. Let’s skip that part and save on my money.
Red: Heeeeeeey, Alice, I’m feeling annoying today!
Alice: Really? I feel like pancakes.
Red: That’s not quite what I meant-
Alice: Or was it waffles? Yeah, maybe some waffles with blueberry syrup. That sounds good.
Red: You’re no fun to annoy. Heeeey, Maggie, I’m feeling annoying today!
Maggie: Red, I’m feeling like your head would look very nice mounted on that wall.
And a few hours later a rather irate girl chased him up a tree with a frying pan (this is why you don’t sneak up behind someone washing dishes and yell, “Boom!”).
Teresa: Geez, what are we going to do with him? He’s being so stupid.
Moss: In the wise words of BHR, “Take ‘em out in a sack, private, and throw ‘em in the river.”
Teresa: Wouldn’t we need a river for that to work?
Madeline: Details, details! We can improvise.
Nina: We could poison him, maybe. Does anyone know of any cheap poisoned food?
Maggie: I can sell you a used bacon, 99 cents.
Red: ♪And who are you, the proud bush said, that you must stop so long? Only a bush of a different coat, a member of the passing throng. In flowers of pink or flowers of red, never a bush there was, but one as bright and fair as she, the bush named Hel-
You’re even getting on my nerves now, and you live with me, for pete’s sake! Murderer, can you take care of him?
Murderer: My pleasure.
Red: Hey, hey, you can try to do all kinds of nasty things to me, but I’ll be fine, just fine! You don’t know how cheery I can be in the face of danger- hey, don’t nail me to a pole!
Although crucifixion is not exactly a “conventional” death, this one ended up being a bit of a spectator sport, as the girls kept on wandering by to observe the free entertainment.
Red: Niiiiiinaaaaa, I’ve been up here for five hours! Can’t you get me something to drink?
Nina: Nope, sorry.
Moss: I almost feel bad for him.
Madeline: Don’t, really.
Alice: We should at least keep him company. Maybe we can sing a song or something?
Maggie: Some things in life are bad. They can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse.
Teresa: When you’re chewing on life’s gristle, don’t grumble, give a whistle, and this’ll help things turn out for the best.
Red: Aaaand, always look on the bright side of life.
*whistley bit*
Nina: Always look on the light side of life.
*more whistley bits*
Alice: If life seems jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten. And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
Moss: When you’re feeling in the dumps, don’t be silly, chumps! Just purse your lips and whistle, that’s the thing!
Everyone: Aaaand, always look on the bright side of life.
Red’s Ghost: Always look on the bright side of death!
Bookbug’s Ghost: Are you kidding me? We know how to party here in the afterlife. Pass the caramel ice cream.
Rest in peace, Red. Rest in peace.
(August 26, 2014 - 6:32 pm)