You stroll along

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

You stroll along

You stroll along the beardwalk at the beach where you're spending your vacation. The seagulls caw and create a deafening cacophony, but you don't mind. The waves rhythmically crash on the shore. You have only been here for a day, but love it already. Beachgoers set up umbrellas and towels, putting sunscreen on their squirming kids. A paper airplane glides on the sea breeze to land next to you. Out of curiosity, you pick it up. It has your name on it. You unfold it and read the message in it. It says:

Dear CBer,

You have been invited to the Annual Luau of Amazingness at a small island not far from where you are! A boat will come by where you are standing right now to pick you up to go. You will know it because it is bright green and says 'SEA LAND' on it. It will come in two days' time, so be sure to pack your AEs, CAPTCHAs, and any other miscellaneous items! (including machinery, lathes are encouraged) We will not be held responsible for any CBers drowning, getting mauled by sharks, stolen by Krakens, etc. Have fun!

Seraia C., CEO of Sea Land Inc.

You shrug and go back home to pack.

One of you is the murderer, everyone else dies! This is the first time I've done this. Good luck! "No one here is getting out alive!" 

submitted by Story Spinner
(November 26, 2015 - 4:09 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

Scylla's not going to say. Until the end, of course.

submitted by Ghost Of Aquina W., age Undead, Ghost Place
(February 23, 2016 - 5:41 pm)

Fang right, you are.

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 23, 2016 - 7:46 pm)

EEK!!! :) This is getting so exciting!!! And from the clues I have gathered so far,... I do believe that Sir Galahad is the murderer!!! I'm getting scared now, even though I am a ghost so far! Please keep going!!! 

submitted by Ghost of Joan , age 13, Camelot
(February 23, 2016 - 6:19 pm)

This is the Automatic Voice Message System Inc. (I bought it from St. Owl, by the way.) To ease your reading of Abi and Co.'s posts, Abigail will be regular, A writes in bold, and Ookz will offer his comments in italic. Thank you for use the Automatic Voice Message System Inc.

Oh, man. Oh man oh man. It's me, isn't it? I just KNOW it's me...

Why am I not surprised?

Shut up, A. You're not helping at all.

That's my job, though.

What, to help? You're not doing a good job then.

No, to NOT help. 

Oh. 

Xemi.

You know, you're not helping either...

Hmph.

submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose In a Book
(February 23, 2016 - 8:47 pm)

Day 22!!! (I can practically sing, I'm so excited for the end!!)

• • •
Room 4 disappeared. Each of the three left had growing anticipation of the next day, the day when the murderer would be revealed. The murderer was agitated. Surely it was obvious by now? Surely it would- a thought suddenly crossed its mind. What if the last few remaining guests killed the murderer? What if it never got to prove itself as a skilled killer? What if- "Shut up, me," it grumbled to itself. "If I am to survive, then I must- I must be dishonorable. I will need to kill from the shadows. . . . which I have admittedly done quite a few times. But I must do it again, one. Last. Time." But how? The murderer dug through its remaining arsenal of weapons. It was scarce. But there was enough to kill twice more, and maybe Scylla after that. And all her little friends. But the murderer didn't daydream about such a victory. It set itself to its next kill.
Abigail, Shadow Dragon, and Sir Galahad were roaming, full of unrest. They couldn't settle down, and nerves coursed through them. What would happen? Who would die? How would they die? And what would happen after that? The murderer asked Abigail if it could talk to her, away from the other guest, and she reluctantly agreed. The murderer hid its smile. The plan was going well. It dragged Abigail to a deserted room, and asked, "Are you the murderer?" Abigail, taken aback, mumbled, "No..." The murderer laughed, high and cold. "Well, that may be because I am!" Abigail gasped. "But- how could you?" The murderer narrowed its eyes. "Now, now, Abi, make this quick- painless- easy." The murderer took a beetle out of its pocket. It whispered, "Get her, Sondusk." The beetle shivered, nodded, and flew off to Abigail. Abigail scoffed nervously. "You- you're going to kill me with th-that? A-a beetle?" Her voice trembled. The murderer nodded as Sondusk alighted on Abigail's shoulder, and injected a rather long, golden stinger into her. She gasped again, eyes bulging, and collapsed to the floor, twitching uncontrollably. Suddenly, she fell still. Sondusk had done its job. It retracted the stinger and flew back to the murderer...
Later, Sir Galahad and Shadow Dragon were walking back to the Great Hall. "What happened to Abigail?" one asked. "Beats me," the other responded. They continued in silence, each knowing that one of them was the murderer. Abigail was never found, and some GMOed (genetically modified) slugs later crawled all over her, covering her body. She lay in Hotel Prismarine forever...
R.I.G.S. Abigail. Rest In GMOed Slugs.
submitted by Story Spinner
(February 24, 2016 - 9:04 pm)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

I DIED!!!!!

And... thank you, Captain Obvious. 

Oxrp! 

submitted by Abi, A, and Ookz
(February 25, 2016 - 1:06 am)

Eek. l honestly feel nervous waiting for the next day. The plot thickens!

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Secret, Strange Places
(February 26, 2016 - 1:30 pm)

(Gathers notes) The time has come! It's time for. . . . THE EPIC CONCLUSION! 

• • •
The murderer was tingling, rivers of excitement flooding through it. Today was the day when it made its last kill. . . . Hunger, greater hunger than it had ever felt before filled it, but it could not eat, no- it thirsted to kill, to rip, to tear- to destroy.
• • •
At breakfast, Shadow Dragon gave Sir Galahad a wry smile. "I guess one of us will be revealed today," she said. Sir G just mumbled something, looking away. Scylla sat with the two, the long table strangely empty, as they ate breakfast. They were rather silent, and it seemed to weigh on them. One of the occupants of that table felt a strong sense of doom- but also a clarity. They were going to die. Die- after all the misery, all the pain, all the grief of their stay at the resort. Their chest felt like it was closing up, like they couldn't breathe. . . . But they had to persevere! Persevere until the end. They sat a little straighter, head a little higher, and waited for the moment to come when they'd fight to the death.
• • •
And now the moment had come, the moment for the final battle, the epic conclusion. Scylla led Sir G and Shadow Dragon to an arena, where the final battle would happen. She and Seraia placed bets, and Hallia, Leovie, and Twinkle sat on a row of bleachers, sharing a bucket of popcorn. The arena was a beautiful circle of deep blue iron, pentagrams, runes, and hieroglyphs etched into it. There was a gold railing around the circle, with sea green crystals on its posts. They glowed softly, providing the only light in the dark room. Sir G and Shadow circled each other, wary and bristling. Suddenly, Shadow changed. She grew larger, much larger, nose elongating, inky black scales sprouting from every pore, bending to all fours, talons growing from nails. Silver ridges spread down her back, wings emerging, rustling, unfolding, and finally a tail grew from her, tipped with deadly spikes. Violet eyes snapped open, gazing intently. The transformation was complete- Shadow Dragon had lived up to her namesake and was, in essence, a shadow dragon. Sir Galahad, rather than being shocked by this, just grinned wickedly. "The final battle has begun," he said in a singsong voice. "Dragon and Knight- sworn enemies." Shadow's face showed no hint of emotion. "So it has." 
Sir Galahad drew a long sword from a scabbard at his side, face twisted in a half smile. "Unfortunately for you, the knight always wins." Sword outstretched, he lunged at Shadow. Shadow reared in surprise, wings stretching out, carrying her into the air. She opened her mouth, and breathed a ray of shadow at Galahad. He dodged, taunting. "Come down and fight, will you? Or are you too. . . Cowardly?" Enraged, Shadow swooped down. A void had opened up where she had breathed shadows and Galahad swerved to avoid it. Once Shadow had landed, he grinned. She had took the bait. She had her jaws open, prepared to breathe more shadows, but all that came out was a strangled squawk. Sir Galahad had sunk his sword straight into her heart. She collapsed, shadowy purple blood flowing from her chest onto the arena. "Not so mighty after all, are you?" Sir Galahad whispered softly. Shadow Dragon groaned, then croaked, "I'm sorry. . . . Sir Galahad. I hope- I hope you can. . . . forgive me. . . . for everything-" She fell still. Shadow Dragon was dead.
• • •
R.I.A. Shadow Dragon. Rest In Arena. Well, that was a mouthful, wasn't it? Quite enjoyable to write. . . . Well, there you have it. The murderer is Sir Galahad. Admins, you've had to post this whole ski lodge- how do you feel about the results? Did you enjoy it? I'll write an epilogue, of course. . . . Coming right up! Well, not right up. . . . I'm going to go take a break, read some Harry Potter. . . . Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Such a journey, it was! I'm glad I made this thread, way back in November.
Oh, yes, I've enjoyed it very much. I was in suspense until the very end.
Admin
submitted by Story Spinner
(February 26, 2016 - 7:39 pm)

I forgot to ask- before the first day was posted but everyone had joined, who did you think the murderer was? (Admins please answer, too, and thanks for the compliment!)

 

I didn't try to guess in advance. My experience with mysteries is that the murderer is almost never who you think it is.

Admin

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 26, 2016 - 8:01 pm)

I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!! YAHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW SIR GALAHAD WAS THE MURDERER!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Puck: *Plugs ears* Ok Joan, settle down, sheesh!

I knew that Sir Galahad was the murderer, the clues were all there!!!  (Well, at least from what I figured along the way.) 

@Everyone who was murdered: Please do not think Sir Galahad is an actual murderer, because, he isn't! He's really just a nice CAPTCHA. 

@Scylla: This was an awesome murder mystery!!! You are a fantastic writer, I absolutely loved it!!!!!

submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 13, Camelot
(February 26, 2016 - 8:29 pm)

I wanted to make a CAPTCHA the murderer instead of a CBer because they usually are seen as kind, complacent, docile companions. I thought making one a murderer would put a taxi twist on that stereotypical personality. I found myself having strangely realistic connections as I described the murderer's emotions. . . creepy! Thanks for the compliment, Joan!

submitted by Story Spinner
(February 26, 2016 - 9:39 pm)

This is the Automatic Voice Message System Inc. (I bought it from St. Owl, by the way.) To ease your reading of Abi and Co.'s posts, Abigail will be regular, A writes in bold, and Ookz will offer his comments in italic. Thank you for using the Automatic Voice Message System Inc.

Oh. My. Gosh. That was amazing.
I could have sworn it was Shadow Dragon..
You can't be right all the time.
You thought it was her too, hypocrite!
Crmy!
submitted by Abi and Crew
(February 26, 2016 - 11:02 pm)

Beautiful, beautiful, applause, applause. 

l died, l did, a noble death worthy of a dragon of shade. l am now very suspicious of all and any Captchas....

Also, like many others, l thought that l was the murderer. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Not Alive, Deathly Silence
(February 27, 2016 - 12:20 am)

You know, Shadow, I made you the last survivor just to tease you. Thanks for the praise! Epilogue.

• • •
The night shone dark, once again. It was different than all other nights to have fallen on the ocean, devoid of life save for sea creatures. Moonbeams dappled the seabed, and sharks and fish drifted lazily through the crystalline water. A kraken was visible, faintly, in the distance, tentacles waving. A lone figure walked slowly out of a massive temple-looking building, armor glinting in the moonbeams filtering through the water. The scene seemed so pure, so beautiful, and yet it was not. The figure stopped, then whistled. A stream of bubbles flew from its mouth, and a shark came swimming over. The figure saluted, hopping onto the shark, and began riding up to the surface of the ocean. Who was this mysterious, armor-clad figure? It was none other than the last survivor, the murderer, and the tormentor. This figure was Sir Galahad. He was all alone, all alone but for his shark, he had murdered his maker, his friends, his heroes... But he was without burden. Sir Galahad felt a desolation, but no remorse at what he had done. He had fulfilled his promise. He was free.
• • •
That's the end. That's it. That was amazing. Only I'm not in any rush to go write another ski lodge now. I've had enough for a long, long time. Couple months at least. But I hoped you enjoyed this epic tale, and I'm glad I could write it. Bye, now.
submitted by Story Spinner
(March 2, 2016 - 10:24 am)
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(March 5, 2016 - 10:25 am)
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