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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)
Haha! It's all girls now! Girl Power!
(August 27, 2014 - 5:52 pm)
Heh, heh. You're starting to get that I like caramel ice cream.
(September 1, 2014 - 2:23 pm)
Day 29
Once upon a time, fairy tales were awesome. Back when you were a young kid, you probably loved when your parents read you bedtime stories, especially the ones with a lot of dramatic intrigue and blood. (I found out later that what my mother called “bedtime stories” turned out to be Stephen King, which may explain a lot of things about four-year-old me.) Then the other parent would come in and say something like, “Aw, honey, four-year-olds shouldn’t be hearing these kinds of things. Look, why don’t we go read a story where the princess gets married to her prince charming?” or “How about a nice story where the princess gets married, realizes she only did it for the money, files divorce papers, and lives a wonderful happy life as a single mother of three?” or “How about War and Peace? Better sedative than anesthesia!” And four-year-old you just sat there and said, “No, no, no! We were just getting to the good part! Cinderella was just about to take out fifty zombies in a WW I battle trench with a bazooka!” or something of that sort. When you’re a four-year-old, there’s nothing quite as cool as princesses battling zombies in WWI trenches with machinery you’re seventeen years too young to handle. Unless it’s dinosaurs.
There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler’s mind.
Ah, yes! The point was, today we’re going back to the good ol’ stab-them-until-they’re-dead kind of thing. Nothing too wishy-washy like singing like a bunch of deranged cherubim or turning into a baked chordate. And on that note, I introduce a game of hide-and-seek.
Melody’s Ghost: Quit laughing! Hide-and-seek is serious business!
Alice: Serious business, hmm? This means war!
Nina: Ooh! Hide-and-seek paintball!
Maggie: Yeah!! I call general!
Teresa: I’m a general too!
Madeline: I’m a General Mills!
Moss: Madeline, you can’t be General Mills.
Madeline: Why not? I always thought it was so cool that a mill was able to become a general. It wasn’t even human, yet it was able to rise up through the ranks and become a great military commander. Not only a grindstone but a general as well- it’s too beautiful. I tear up every time I think about the poor mill, working so hard with it’s human troops- and it’s even memorialized on cereal boxes today!
Moss: What even...
Teresa: Shh, don’t crush her dreams.
The teams:
General Maggie, Alice, Nina vs. General Teresa, General Mills Madeline, Moss
Maggie: Here’s the game plan! I’m going to be hiding here in this well! It’s your job to flush the others to my hiding place and I’ll dispose of them. Capiche?
Nina: We’re on it.
3... 2... 1... BEGIN!
Madeline: REMEMBER THE ALAMOOOOOOO!
Moss: Wait, are we charging?
Teresa: I guess!
Nina: They’re all running at us! What about the plan?
Alice: Forget the plan! I’ve got a paint gun and I’m going to shoot somebody colorful!
Halftime! JLM is here with a snack cart! (Yesterday she took the assassins on a trip to the beach where she fell on a piece of driftwood and stabbed herself.) JLM is stabbed! The snacks are eaten! Resume play!
Moss: Umm... we all got out in a couple of seconds.
Meanwhile...
Maggie: What’s taking everybody so long? Geez! Leav e me in a well and forget about me, why don’t you? Oh, hey, what took you so long?!
???: Drop dead, apprentice of the lonely general BHR!
A few minutes later, the rest of the paintballers found Maggie stabbed at the bottom of the well.
Alice: Oops. We shouldn’t have forgotten about her, should she?
Rest in peace, Maggie. Rest in peace.
(August 26, 2014 - 7:17 pm)
Opening line: ref. A Tale Dark & Grimm
Death: ref. ~Thousand Year Wiegenlied~
(August 27, 2014 - 7:13 am)
Yay! You used a reference I knew! I loved A Tale Dark and Grimm and all the books that followed.
(August 28, 2014 - 6:44 pm)
I didn't know there were sequels until recently. Were they good?
(August 28, 2014 - 10:56 pm)
They are awesome! I love Adam's writing style. The 3rd book is the best! You have to read it! Sorry for so many exclaimation points. I guess I'm just excited to be starting my last year of elementary school tomorrow! Sixth grade! Oh yeah!
(September 3, 2014 - 10:05 am)
Sorry I haven't been posting in forever! I have been unfortunately occupied with the unpleasant buisness of being a sophomore, which most of the others will understand and more or less sympathize with. But I have been reading TON's daily entries nonetheless.....
And.... I do hope I'm the murderer!! That would be a lovely birthday present:) What can I say? Murdering others is such good fun, it is a simply irresistable temptation caused by attending murder mystery ski lodges. Ah well, we have not long to wait. Keep up the good work TON! Toodaloo!
(August 26, 2014 - 10:51 pm)
Sophomore year is tough, I feel you right there. Sorry you're not the murderer, but hopefully you like your costume ball. (Hey, you get to be Dinah!)
(August 27, 2014 - 7:02 pm)
BAHAHAHAHA! I'm so funny in this one!!! This is my favorite!
"...shh, don't crush her dreams." Teresa HAHAHA!
I salute you, General Mills.
Oh, *sniff, sniff* there I go again.
(August 27, 2014 - 8:56 am)
Maggie just pointed out to me that there are two Day 25s, so shift everything after that down one day in your head.
I just adjusted the numbers for you. Thanks, Maggie, for pointing that out. Let me know if I didn't do it right.
Admin
(August 27, 2014 - 5:37 pm)
Thanks a bunch, Admin, for changing the numbers.
You're very welcome. Thank you for the great story. You're a very talented writer!
Admin
(August 27, 2014 - 7:04 pm)
Day 30
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her friend on the bank, and of having nothing to do; once or twice she had peeped into the book her friend was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures and conversations?”
Alice: Hey, Teresa, this is boring. Let’s go do something fun!
Teresa: I can’t, Alice, I’ve got to read this book for English class.
Alice: Then can we go do something fun after dinner?
Teresa: ... Fine.
Alice: Yahoo! I’ll go tell the others!
Nina: Madeline, you’re only a mage, you can’t cast cleric spells!
Madeline: Cleric, shmeric, I’ll cast all the spells I want.
Alice: Hey, you guys want to have a costume ball later?!
Moss: Anything that beats being a DM for these two is welcome in my book.
Nina: A costume ball? That sounds so romantic. It’s really warm, why don’t we have it in the garden tonight?
Madeline: Yeah! I can help with the decorations!
JLM: Oh, I’ll help bake snacks for you guys! The food table is always the best part of any dance.
A few hours later...
Alice: Yay, I’m a snow owl! Thanks for lending me this pretty white dress with feathers, JLM. Or... thanks if you hadn’t stabbed yourself taking the cupcakes out of the oven.
Teresa: Who carries knives in their oven mitts, really?
Madeline: Are you a puppet, Teresa? I like the strings and motley.
Teresa: Yup! And you are... a... uh...
Madeline: A General Mill on a budget, can’t you tell?
Moss: A cardboard box drawn on with yellow crayon is a General Mill?
Madeline: That’s a really pretty dryad costume, Moss, but what took you so long to get ready?
Moss: I passed Red’s ghost trying to sneak in wearing an Ursula costume. *shudder*
Teresa: You poor unfortunate soul.
Perhaps with more people a costume ball might have been more mysterious, but it was pleasant enough to have a small party in the garden.The girls ate vast amounts of cookies and cupcakes at the food table, danced to a bunch of 80’s songs, and formed a silly conga line that made its way three times around the garden before they stopped. Ditching the cleanup for tomorrow, the other girls went inside while Alice went to sit on the garden wall and look at the stars. They were beautiful.
???: Why do you sit out here all alone?
Alice: Why, because there’s nobody with me! And I like looking at the stars. You changed into an Alice costume, didn’t you? It looks nice. Thanks for coming out to keep me company.
???: Don’t you think you’d be safer down on the ground? That wall is so very narrow!
Alice: Of course I don’t think so! Why, if ever I did fall off- which there’s no chance of- but if I did- the ghosts have promised me-with their very own mouths-to-to-
???: To send all their horses and all their men?
Alice: What the heck are you talking about? Horses? Ghosts don’t have horses, silly girl. No, they promised to save me a pizza.
???: So here’s a question for you. How old did you say you were?
Alice: Fourteen and some months, almost fifteen.
???: Fourteen and some months! An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you’d asked my advice, I’d have said “Leave off at fourteen”- but it’s too late now.
Alice: I never ask advice about growing.
???: Too proud?
Alice: I mean, that one can’t help growing older.
???: One can’t, perhaps, but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at fourteen. Oh well, better late than never.
*Push!*
Alice, Alice sat on a wall
Alice, Alice had a great fall
All the ghosts and all their pizzas
Couldn’t put Alice back together again, but they had a fabulous party
Rest in peace, Alice. Rest in peace.
(August 27, 2014 - 6:53 pm)
T.O.N., you're awesome. General Mills--it gets me every time! I can't stop laughing!!!! HAHAHAHA
I'm sorry I'll go now.
(August 27, 2014 - 9:21 pm)
*gasp!* I know who the murderer is now. You have an awful sense of humor, narrator.
(August 29, 2014 - 5:35 pm)