Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

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 etc.

This is not your average Ski Lodge, and I will warn you. This is going to be one scary ride.

And we warn you, Puppeteer, that Admin will not post anything gory or too horrible.

Admin