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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)
(November 26, 2015 - 4:09 pm)
Ooh, yes that would be neat.
(January 18, 2016 - 11:05 pm)
Abi: *screams* A DIED!
A's Ghost: ...I noticed...
Ookz: Ktxn!
Abi: I can't beleive it! We're in... two of these, right? Yeah, and in one, I die, and in THIS one, A dies!
A: Well, if you die at least it clears out the suspicion that you're the murderer.
Abi: Yeah, I guess. Either you're a psychopath who kills everybody, or you DIE! These things are really depressing.
A: YOU are really depressing. *floats off through wall*
(January 18, 2016 - 10:38 pm)
Lilli Clare
12
Female
Backpack
Sandwiches x999999999999999....
Money ($5,000)
Roller blades x2 pairs
Sunglasses x2
Beach Towels x3
Hunter's Pocket knife x2
Paper x1000
Pencils x50
Icecream x∞(what?)
Pudding (the food, not bug)
Blanket x3
Cot (a kind of fold-up bed)
Tazer gun (nice try, robbers)
MP3 Player
All Harry Potter books.
Bubblegum x20
Cricket Mags (duh)
Hoodie x2
Jeans x2
Tank-top x2
Swim suit x5
Shorts x5
Allergy shots x15
A very heavy back-pack
(January 19, 2016 - 4:50 pm)
Lilli, because you're new, you should read things through before you post on them. What would be apparent to someone that read this ski lodge's progress before posting an entry form. We are not accepting new characters, but you're welcome to read it.
Working on Day 10 Part 2! It'll be out tomorrow.
(January 19, 2016 - 6:29 pm)
This is way overdue. But, here I go. I'm
going to cut straight to the point in this next installation.
Day
X Part II
*Group
1*
The
critter wrangling turned out to be riding horseback, wearing a
bandanna, and waving a lasso around to catch unfortunate animals
nearby. The room it was performed in was vast and had a very high
ceiling. It was so much fun that at the end, Abigail and her
groupmates could barely stay on their horses for laughing so hard. They wrapped up, stabling the horses, and headed, by guidance of the Reagents, to the Main Hall.
*Group 2*
Of course, shark-riding went well. Shifting gave a cry of heartrend when it was over, because she loved riding sharks and rarely got to, but recovered fairy quickly and Group 2 was soon on their way to the Main Hall.
*Group 3*
Leovie turned out to be a wonderful, creative kitten and gave story starters. As the workshop wrapped up, each CBer in Group 3 shared their story with their Group. Here are their basic plots:
Cho: A fantasy story about Harry Potter where she was sucked up in a vortex and spat out at Hogwarts and saved the world from Voldemort's daughter, Viamena. It involved much riding of dragons, eating treacle tarts, and learning the Wizard Alphabet. [Unfinished.]
Sir Galahad: A legend about valiant knights gallantly fighting to the death to save beautiful maidens from massacre via enemy knights, dragons, and. . . . Coughdrops? [Finished.]
Aquina: A lovely tale of sea creatures battling litter and saving the world from pollutors. [Finished.]
They ended up having a lot of fun and had a spring in their step when they traveled to the Great Hall. Aquina took Leovie with her as replacement for Wingnut for the time being. The kitten absolutely refused to tell CAPTCHAs, however.
*Group 4*
Group 4 found the center of the labyrinth just in time before they needed to go. It contained a portal, a swirling vortex of vivid colors. They stepped through with no qualms and were soon teleported to the Main Hall, where they sat on the table, twiddling their thumbs, as the others arrived.
*Group 5*
The most drama happened here, unfortunately, and the murderer came straight to it, sensing that something big was about to happen. Strangely enough, Fruit Basket and Ditty went on "a bathroom break" but perhaps they too sensed something dramatic on the verge of happening, and, suspecting it was a murder, turned tail in cowardice. Balletandbow was left alone with Scylla, and now, the murderer. Eyes wide in fear, nearly dropping the viola she was holding, Balletandbow hastily backed away, which proved to be the wrong decision. The murderer soon had Balletandbow cornered. Scylla continued her depressing song, Balletandbow already weakened with anguish at the emotion it carried. The murderer, taking advantage of said weakness, slowly and steadily pulled out a small dagger. Balletandbow cried out, upset, as Scylla drew out an especially dramatic, agonized, grief-filled chord. The murderer grinned, eyes narrowed. It pulled the dagger closer to Balletandbow. "Here, let me put you out of your misery," it growled. Then, as Scylla ending her song of mourning, the murderer ended Balletandbow's life. A stack of durable instruments then fell on her, burying her.
Scylla later reported the murder, Fruity and Ditty returned safely, and everyone carried on as usual. Scylla resumed her place as Head and everyone was fine. The end. Or not. . .
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
R.I.I. Balletandbow. Rest In Instruments. Well, that wasn't so hard. I need to be more on time. Don't give up on me!
(January 22, 2016 - 8:39 pm)
Ooh, it's getting good... I hope I'm not the murderer!!!
(January 22, 2016 - 10:53 pm)
Cool! 111'th post, too!!!
(January 23, 2016 - 11:17 am)
Cool! 111'th post, too!!!
(January 23, 2016 - 11:17 am)
Day 11?
Elvina was having a bad dream and the murderer couldn't sleep. It had been roaming Prismarine unnoticed when it stumbled upon Scylla's hidden Dream Sensor room. Quickly locating a Nightmare Sensor, it tiptoed around, casting for nightmares. Unsurprisingly, Scylla had one. The Sensor's dark blue feathers quivered, sensing that hers was a vivid one, but the murderer ignored it. Scylla had proven to be an ally so far and it'd finish her off later if she proved to be less useful. The Sensor had the appearance of a dreamcatcher, only it was tainted with darkness.. As the murderer padded by Room 1, it picked up a particularly strong signal. Curious, it tiptoed inside, careful with the door. The feathers waved frantically when the murderer reached Elvina. It grinned. It knew who would be the next to die.
Elvina ran along a dark, dank corridor. The walls were damp and reeked of things long dead and moss grew in the cracks of the mildewy stones. Elvina's feet tripped between the stones in the floor, but she kept on running. Something was chasing her. She could hear its pounding footfalls as it thundered behind her. Eyes wide with terror, she continued her dash. The corridor twisted, turned, and wound in seemingly endless lengths. Elvina grew ever tired and longed to stop and take a breath, but the Thing would catch up. She could feel it now, its hot breath on her neck. She could just imagine its sharp teeth closing on her, ending her life. . . . Suddenly, the corridor, Thing, and pain disappeared. Elvina was surrounded by swirling blankness, blanketing her, consuming her-
Elvina woke up, gasping- or trying to. The murderer had a firm grip on her mouth, preventing her from making any sound. The Sensor lay on the floor, its strings laden with Elvina's Nightmare. It glowed black with threads if light blue cracking over it, but was trapped in the Sensor. Noticing the murderer, Elvina proceeded in trying to scream. The murderer held a finger to its lips. Elvina nodded slightly and collapsed into her bed. She looked exhausted, scared, and- was that calmness? The murderer was supposed to invoke terror, not peace!
Elvina knew that the murderer was standing over her, and she knew she was going to die. She accepted it, not protesting when the murderer pulled out some strange obsidian rod that crackled with fuschia energy. She somehow knew it would be used to kill her, and wasn't surprised when the murderer lowered it to her forehead and everything went black.
The murderer, skittish from the kill, pocketed the Deathstick and dashed out of Room 1 at the slightest stirring from one of the CBers there. It silently exited to its own room, hiding its weapons and hopping into bed. It then pretended to fall asleep, lying in wait for its next vision, plotting its next victim's demise. The Nightmare-filled dreamcatcher lay on the floor of Room One, the dream it held glittering in the moonlight beams from the ocean on the other side of the window. It was never retrieved, but lost to time and probably lies there still.
Ditty later found Elvina's body and they had a memorial.
~π~ ~π~ ~π~
R.I.B.D. Elvina. Rest In Bad Dreams.
(January 23, 2016 - 8:01 pm)
I'm dead!? That was an awsome death. Thanks Scylla. Bye guys.
(January 23, 2016 - 11:54 pm)
What if I'm the murderer?! Awesome job, Scylla!
(January 24, 2016 - 1:53 pm)
Elvina, don't leave! Please keep on reading! I almost made you the murderer but changed my mind.
(January 24, 2016 - 2:09 pm)
I think "bye" meant she isn't an active character anymore.
(January 24, 2016 - 4:46 pm)
I'm still going to read the story. I'm not suprised I was almost the murderer.
(January 24, 2016 - 6:42 pm)
Scylla, this is amazing!!! I have to admit, I had totally forgotten about this, (sorrysorrysorrysorry) but I read through it again and it's amazing!!! Go Meox! Don't die! Or turn out to be a psychotic murderer!
(January 24, 2016 - 9:23 pm)