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The snow falls
Chatterbox: Pudding's Place
The snow falls
The snow falls around your secluded form, shrouded in darkness. Each flake is different in it's way, and you content yourself with watching them dance down to their brethren upon the soiled earth. The cover of trees encircling you are merely silhouetted against the failing light, but you wait. Shivering with cold, your point, old-fashing trench coat just barely keeps in what little warmth you produce.
Nearby I wait, a smirk plastered across my face. "Just a few more to finish off," I coo, glancing at the darkened figure next to me. It stands like a porcelain doll, unmoving. "Go. Go find the remaining victims, and we shall set off."
It steps back into the darkness, leaving behind light footprints in the snow. I smile, hugging myself as I listen over the silence. Sure enough, your scream echoes throughout the lifeless forest, before shutting off quietly. Moments later, it appears next to me. "Take them all to the mansion when you are done." My voice seems out of place in the world.
It simply nods, dragging something behind it. You. You are still alive, but being taken to the mansion. My mansion. It is time to test these Chatterboxers, and find my new puppets.
Alright! There is no packing for this 'Horror Ski Lodge!' You can take whatever tools you have on you, and they might help you prevail in the future!
I will be using dice to determine who dies, who succeeds an action, and ect.
This is not your average Ski Lodge, and I will warn you. This is going to be one scary ride.
submitted by The Puppeteer
(March 30, 2016 - 3:24 pm)
(March 30, 2016 - 3:24 pm)
I was following the pack,
All swaddled in their coats,
With scarves of red tied round their throats
To keep their little heads
From falling in the snow
I turned around and there you go!
Remember you would fall
And turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summer...
I'm coming! I need to get off now, I'll post my list of tools later.
(March 30, 2016 - 3:50 pm)
(March 30, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. I'm coming!!! I'll post my tools later. Also question to the puppeteer: Are we allowed to bring our CAPTCHAS and AE's?
(March 30, 2016 - 5:29 pm)
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE HHHHHH
I really want to join, but I'm already in seven others. I probably shouldn't. But I want to. But I shouldn't. RRRGH!!
I guess I'll come. I feel kinda bad about taking up so many spots, though.
*obligatory protesting*
Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're coming. It's not as if you have much of a choice, I mean, we are kind of unconscious...
Oh, and you'd BETTER NOT wet the bed!!
(March 30, 2016 - 6:40 pm)
Huh. And here l was thinking that exact same thing. l dunno if l should though.....
Can't-
Can't-stop-it-
No.
Jo-
No.
Joinin-
Fine.
Joining.
(March 30, 2016 - 11:33 pm)
No! Not the mansion!
My tools:
My blaster.
A lightsaber.
A comlink.
Mrs Elton (My secret weapon, she'll bore you to death.)
Whistler (droids can be suprisingly helpful.)
Whistler says oodi. Oh, Whistler, don't be scared, even though will probably die, or be turned into puppets, or worse.
(March 30, 2016 - 7:36 pm)
I'm coming!
(March 30, 2016 - 7:54 pm)
Actually, I'm doing the cowardly thing and BACKING OUT. It's also the smart thing for me so get over it.
(March 30, 2016 - 7:56 pm)
I'll come! On my person (or, well, in my purse) there is:
A piece of yarn
A notebook and pen
Several bandaids
A rather sharp and pointy housekey
Another notebook
Several mechanical pencils
(March 31, 2016 - 8:17 am)
I'm comin!! Let's goooo!
(March 31, 2016 - 11:21 am)
I will come and I had
-notebook
-pencil
-pen
-two dollors and fourty-six cents
- library card
-two books on redwall
-bookbag
( I was on my way to the library)
(March 31, 2016 - 11:55 am)
Uh, hm, horror, writing, story . . . okay. Yes, there is a bunch of these going on, and I pretty much pick and choose which ones. This looks reeeeeeealllllly scarrrrryyyyy.
Well, I shall go. . . even though I have to write an average over 1,334 words a day for my book (don't ask).
Packing:
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Weird sonic laser that detects poison, ghosts, weird waves of any sort
Yellow lightsaber
Buncha clothes
A collapsable dome to hide in case someone (or me) is attacked. Can fit multiple people.
A puppet (disguise?)
My robot AE, Nova
My CAPTCHA baby griffin, Wubdub
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Also, you write realy good! Those comparisons are amazing! Also, puppets . . . horror . . . hmm. This reminds me of . . . Freddy . . . nightguard . . . pizza. Is that what it's like?
I don't know if I'm allowed to say the game or not, but I assume that's enough clues to what I'm hinting to.
If there's pizza, don't expect me to eat it.
(March 31, 2016 - 12:02 pm)
Just curious, as you mentioned having to write every day, are you doing Camp NaNoWriMo?
(March 31, 2016 - 3:46 pm)
No, no pizza. And thank you Novelist for your compliment.
This is supposed to be creepy more then scary and bloody. Other then that it is pretty much your average ski lodge, but you are here against your will.
I am doing all of the writing. You may, however, write diary entries from your perspective about the day.
We will start on April Fool's d-
No.
April fifth!
(March 31, 2016 - 2:37 pm)
My list of what my tools are:
Puck my AE: She is carrying her prank bag, which has every prank imaginable and her journal, that if anyone opens except her, they will be haunted with pranks for the rest of their life.
Sir Galahad my CAPTCHA: The only thing that he has is his sword, and his trusty horse.
The things I am carrying on myself:
My sword,
daggers,
and a satchel filled with: a couple of books, a camera, and my journal.
(March 31, 2016 - 3:18 pm)