Hi fellow skiers and snowboarders.I have a post to write, so I'll be brief. I'm REALLY sorry about not writing in so long. I kinda assumed that this ski lodge was dead, until a good friend told it wasn't. I haven't been on cricket lately anyways. So if any of you are still reading, thank you. And watch out for wombats.  :)

~Dead Snowboarder

"Pinapple, anybody?" Snowboarder asks as she waltzes into the room. She is holding a purple, spiky pineapple that positively reeks of some sort of animal. Everybody stands up at once, and questions fly though the air at Snowboarder. "Where have you been?" Moonshadow says loudly. "Why are you holding a pineapple?" Wingnut asks. "WE HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR A WHOLE MONTH AND THERE ARE ONLY SIX OF US LEFT!!!!!!!!" Moon yells. "AND YOU WALTZ IN HERE HOLDING A PINEAPPLE THAT SMELLS LIKE......LIKE......" Micearenice sniffs the air and, using her animal expertise, identifies the oder that the pineapple is emitting to be wombat. "Okay, now I'm really confused." Cloudfire says. "Why the heck are you holding a purple pineapple that smells like a wombat?" "It's a long story." Ski Ghost sighs as she floats through the door. "I'd apprieciate it if you explained." 

Sydney C said with her arms crossed. "We've been living off of stale chocolate pancakes for a month, and believe me, that can do strange things to people." You all sit down and stare expectantly at Snowboareder and Skiier. "Okay, fine. I'll start." Snowboarder huffs. "We wanted to make fruit smoothies for everybody and-" She is cut off by Mortif saying "Smoothies? In the winter?" Snowboarder shoots Mortif a glare and continues. "Yes, smoothies. Anyways, we wanted to make pineapple smoothies for everyone, so we headed to the wombat kingdom." "There's a......." Wingut begins, but quickly shuts up with a look from Skiier. "Of COURSE there's a wombat kingdom. Where did you think the wombats lived?" Wingnut just shakes her head. "The wombats have the BEST purple pineapples. They call them pinepurples! But I didn't know that SKIIER here had a history with the vile creatures. They put us in cages! Imagine that. We were trapped up there for AGES before I was able to finally saw through the bars of the cage with a stale pancake that I had hidden away in one of my pockets. Honestly, those things can get as hard as rock. Anyways, by the time it occurred to us that we could just float though the bars, we had already cut a ghost sized hole in the bars. Then we escaped" A stunned silence fills the room like a noxious fog. Finally Skiier breaks the silence. "So can things get back to normal......or as normal as these things can get?" Everybody nods agreement, and life returns to normal. Almost. Three days after the wombat incident, Savvy4x4 notices a strange smell. (I'm not quite sure what Savvy is, so I'm just going to refer to her as a girl.) She points it out to the others, but nobody else smells anything. According to Savvy, the smell cotinues to worsen, but still she is the only one to notice it. Finally, after two and 3/16 days of this (She liked to keep track of these things) Savvy decided that she'd had enough of the disgusting smell, and she went out for a walk. As she sauntered out on the crisp, fresh snow, she realized something that had been tugging on the back of her mind for ages now, competing for attention with her other thoughts. That smell was..... Familiar. Very familiar. She realized that she had smelled it before the strange odor that had filled the house. It had been coming......from a purple pineapple. Panic hits her before the wombats do. A huge herd of them bursts through the snow. One of them is wearing a pinepurple on his head fashioned into a crown. He takes it off his head and points it at Savvy. A purple cloud eminates from it and engulfs her. The last words she hears are from the lead wombat. "We owed an old friend......a favor." And then Savvy falls to the ground, dead. The Cbers find her, lying dead in the snow, with a note taped to her chest and a strange smell hovering about her. The not said this. 'Compliments of the murderer. I suggest you find me soon, before it's to late. Toodles. And watch your backs.'