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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:29 pm
Moseley's Note Alright, so I'm trying to piece everything together, but everything I have found in the Old GCSG is just a bunch of drama of which I was not around for. So therefore, I cannot find the Member list at this time, but I'm going to archive what I can...
EDIT: I FOUND IT! =D YAY! Epical Magical Mori-chan Sniped Killed Jailed Inactive Active: 21. Zen FallPaw Sniped: 6. Sibeiko 23. Eikichi Taro Stalth 91. Merty 4. Anael de Ezra 11. Inasanemonkey1230 19. Sendryl 34. ~LucasCortez~ 28. Heart Shaped Toastie 25. [Cherry.Wine] 37. Phrozen Wishes 38. Parking Lot 39. Panda Pocky 40. InternalHardDrive 43. Marly-chan 50. Wendraith 56. Buzzkid24 62. iPocky` 67. Jeff Jarrett 75. 4lys (G-Team) 88. Dukes 89. Newzpop Reporta Tryo Bong Killed: 8. Merumiharu 53. Kiyo-Michan 58. DeGei 81. Bialystock and Bloom 10. `Nymphie Jailed: 2. Lingui 16. Juria-San 60. Lady Rai 86. Kitty Krazy 20. .Synchronized.Luv. 1. HirunHikari 3. ‘Aine Chievious 7. Subliminal Retard 9. Bullet Rift 12. Insomnesiac 14. Desdemona Winchcombe 17. `Christa 22. `Kashi 24. Bellecat 27. Turtle_Devil 29. The Peanut Smuggler 31. A Dragonflys Sin 32. Linkey17ny 36. korikun the cat 41. Miss Tanpopo 45. Lyzz the Dark Beast 46. Surrecrux 48. Daisuna Ichi 49. Return_of_Watanuki-san 52. system malfunction 55. FortenraAskasa 57. Labtech 103 (Crazed Killer) 54. petey Williams 30. Ismaru Windsoul 68. Roy Salamandra 69. Guccigirl247 71. KingShoy 74. Egotistial Moose 77. Laquia 78. Takazawa 82. Touch My Waffles Inactive: 5. Chikorin Moonie 15. Rushlight 18. Phoenecia 26. Estella Wolfe 33. Loode (Detective) 35. Veliofi 42. Almanix 44. Nantooski 47. AGCourtney 51. Seiji 59. BakaTulip 61. [+Snoop+] 63. Crimmi 64. hardcoreXemo 65. DT Neural 70. Edmond Dantes 72. Chaotic Imagination 73. Monotone 76. Untz Untz Meru (Newsreporter) 79. weddingsakura 80. `Gamemaniac 83. ~SmashMasterOrin~ 84. Anagove 85. IflanaNifi 87. Smrtboy 90. Kataraa 92. Alucard von Dracali 66. Inishikacho (Gteam)
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:30 pm
DAY 01 Epical Magical Mori-chan --- Besides the delays, everything seemed to be working out for the local Halloween party. Due to the chaos with Gambino’s party and the subsequent alien outbreak, it had been delayed to one of the first days in November. Some people found this confusing and attempted to argue, but were subsequently dragged to the party anyway. The ballroom of one of the more upper-class hotels in Durem was now filled to capacity with Gaians in outlandish costumes, as well as a few aliens who had somehow snuck in, and exactly one cow, who was currently tipped over in the middle of the room. This particular party was beginning to get a bit rowdy, and it didn’t help that the DJ ignored all requests and continued to only play songs that were over the speed of “obscenely fast”. It was proving to be too much for some people, and about twenty of these had congregated nearby the food table in the back. At least three people had fainted, about seven others were tending to the fainted people, and the other ten were just bored and sitting around. One of the latter, whose costume appeared to be imitating either an attorney with a gun or a Yakuza member, suddenly stood up and crumbled up the paper cup he had been drinking champagne out of, then made another attempt to rejoin the crowd.. He was promptly shoved back out. “…Oh well. I guess I’ll go get some punch or something,” he mumbled to himself. The rest of the people in the back had congregated, and were providing medical care to, the three unconscious partygoers. As he swilled a cup of punch down his throat, the lone Gaian didn’t notice a small red dot appear on the back of his neck. He also didn’t notice when a bullet was fired. This severed his spinal cord, promptly killing him. He collapsed, banged his head on the punch bowl, then landed underneath the table, shrouded by the tablecloth. No one noticed anything until the next morning, when the party area was cleaned up and Mori's body was discovered. Several people, however, commented that the punch “looked too dark and tasted a bit salty”. --- Mori Bokusochi has been sniped. Please vote now. Special roles, please PM your information to Mori Bokusochi. --- Also, a message from Meru: PLEASE FOLLOW THIS PROPER VOTING PROCEDURE.
I, #(your number here), (your name here) vote for #(their number), (their name)
Or something along those lines.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:32 pm
DAY 02 Epical Magical Mori-chan As people exited the ballroom the next morning, it had begun to sink in that a killer, or killers, were on the loose. The partygoers spread out across the building to the various elevators and floors. Some immediately began to form alliances and search for clues as to the identity of the Sniper, others collapsed into their beds and waited for everything to end, and at least one attempted to form a bulletproof vest out of couch cushions, claiming "I wish I was bulletproof." Shoy and Hirun stepped off the glass elevator, arguing over who would get the bed next to the window. Only Newzpop Reporta Tyro Bong was left as the doors closed. The elevator rose to the top floor, leaving Tyro in an empty hallway. At the desk downstairs, he had been told that due to an arrangement issue, he’d gotten an upgrade to the highest-quality room. This did not comfort him any, and as far as he could tell, he was the only one up here. Dragging a small bag on wheels behind him, Tyro grabbed a keycard out of his pocket, slipping it into the slot and quickly entering his room. “Finally. I’m safe.” Tryo muttered to himself, then fell backwards onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, or specifically, at an airduct. Something seemed to be moving. It was probably just a rat. Nothing to worry about, right? --- Merumiharu had learned something that she’d nearly forgotten. The jailhouse was awfully close to the hotel. In a way, this was strangely convenient, although not for her. At the moment, she was being carried out the back of the hotel, through an employee exit, by a figure dressed in a black cloak. Apparently this was not hotel security. She had decided that this was not a very pleasant situation, and was making every attempt to alert someone to it. The figure picked up speed, eventually breaking out into a run, but stopped in front of the jailhouse. It then entered and threw Meru to the ground, tying her up inside a cell. After a few moments of digging through pockets, the figure found a key and secured the lock. It then withdrew a small bottle of fluid and a match. Meru didn’t believe in karma, but she wondered if this was happening because she snuck into the breakfast area early. The last things she saw were a vivid flame, followed by a flash of bright light. Somewhere amongst all this, a voice muttered, “See you later.” --- “WE FOUND THE SNIPER, AND IT’S HIRUN!” a crowd of people screamed, as the collective population of the hotel ran down the hill to the jailhouse, tossing Hirun about between them. He’d been restrained rather messily by ropes they had found in the closet. Finally, they’d get to use the jail again. Sadly, by the time they had gotten there, it was already up in flames, and Meru’s body was already in ashes inside. “…What do we do now?” Guccigirl247 asked. “Well, the ballroom had one entry and a pretty big door with a lock…” came a musing from Roy. The mass of people ran back up the hill to the hotel and threw Hirun into the ballroom. He stared up at the cow, which still lay on the ground awkwardly. It mooed. At least he had company. --- Newzpop Reporta Tyro Bong has been sniped. Merumiharu has been killed. HirunHikari has been jailed at the behest of the GCSGers. Vote now. Special roles, you know what to do. Remember to follow the format, "I, (number/name), vote for (number/name)", or something similar. Also, as a reminder: Passes are limited to three per game. If you use a fourth, you will be removed from the game. If you're inactive for three days in a row or five days total, you will also be removed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:33 pm
DAY 03 Epical Magical Mori-chan “Mob psychology really pisses me off, you know that?” Buzzkid24 complained to the person sitting in the armchair across the coffee table from him…or rather, to the now empty armchair across from him. Apparently, (-Touch_my_Waffles-) had gotten sick of his ranting, and Buzz was now alone in the lobby. Everyone else was at dinner.
Sighing, he stood up and headed to the nearest vending machine. As he punched in a combination of buttons and a Red Bino clattered to the tray at the bottom, he thought back to the events of earlier in the day. He’d announced to as many residents of the hotel his plan: Get out of the hotel at the earliest opportunity. “If we just sit around here, we’re going to get killed and sniped, one by one!” Buzz had yelled. “We need to leave!”
An awkward silence followed. Shortly afterward, someone yelled back in response, “Well, if we leave, we’ll get killed one by one, because no one will be around!”
Then another person added in, “And it’s an awfully big hotel, too…” From there, the collective population of the hotel had decided to stay, minus him. It didn’t work out as Buzz had wanted it to.
“Well, screw everyone else! I don’t care, I’m leaving right now and heading to the last safe place I know!” Buzz threw the now-empty Red Bino can down and stomped out the series of sliding doors, coming to a stop in the middle of the front patio. It had gotten dark strangely early that night, and a heavy rain had fallen over the area.
The sniper grinned. Buzz was making this all too easy.
A shot rang out, but was muffled by the rain pouring down upon the roof underneath the Sniper’s feet. ‘Time to go. Maybe the next one will be more of a challenge.”
---
Kiyo_Michan was enjoying the hotel immensely. It was safe, and the glass elevators were entertaining enough that she wasted an hour riding back and forth between the ground floor and the roof, and was late to dinner because of it. At one point, she’d caught a glance at someone up there, but it likely wasn’t important. She liked rain, too, after all, but today’s was a bit harsh for her liking. It was warmer inside, and there was the food, too. The food was some of the best she’d tasted, ever. The one disappointment was that, for some reason, she’d been served the disgusting punch from the party a few nights ago, when she’d asked for water.
Kiyo and korikun the cat, who was sitting across from her, had struck up a conversation throughout the dinner. The crazed killer was pleased. Everything seemed to be working out as planned. Soon, the ice cubes would melt, releasing poison into Kiyo’s punch. It’d be quick, but painful. And it was slightly more subtle than yesterday.
“Time for dessert!” a voice called from the kitchen, and ‘Aine Chievious entered the dining hall, brandishing plates of pie. “I made it myself!” she exclaimed, grinning, as she began to distribute them, then returned into the kitchen, deciding to make cookies next.
“Awesome, I love pie!” said Kiyo, grinning, as she cut a rather large bite off and put it into her mouth. The pie was too bitter for her taste and she had her drink left over from earlier. It was a bit warm, but she raised the glass to her mouth…and began to choke on the pie. Her chair tipped backwards as the people nearby surrounded her and immediately began to perform various anti-choking maneuvers. It was too late, though. Kiyo’s face turned a deeper shade of blue, everything went numb, and she was dead.
The Crazed Killer blinked, surprised. That wasn’t supposed to happen. In the midst of the chaos, someone knocked over Kiyo’s drink. It burned through the tablecloth, leaving a stain on the table.
---
At about this time, A Dragonflys Sin stood up and pointed to Kori. “He did it! He’s the killer! Kori’s been sitting across from Kiyo this whole time!”
The rest of the attendees agreed, and several people began to take Kori away to the makeshift jailhouse. He followed willingly, pausing to whisper into `Nymphie’s ear, “Never place a bet unless it’s a sure thing.”
---
Hirun had gotten lonely. The cow, now named Steven, was amazing, granted, but mooing didn’t make for good conversation.
The door opened a slight bit, and a hastily tied up Kori was thrown inside, next to Hirun and Steven.
“I have someone to talk to now!” Hirun yelled, obviously pleased.
Kori let out a sigh.
--- buzzkid24 has been sniped. Kiyo_Michan has been killled. korikun the cat has been jailed as the GCSGers pick. Remember to use the proper voting format: I, (name/number), vote for (name/number.) Or likewise. As always, three consecutive inactivities or five total will get you removed, as will four passes. Also note that tommorow night's update will be slightly delayed, due to the fact that I won't be home until about 9:30-10:00 EST. It will still occur, though. 3nodding I promise.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:34 pm
DAY 04 Epical Magical Mori-chan “Mmmph mmmph mmm!” came a protest from Bialystock and Bloom, his voice muffled by the hand of the Crazed Killer. Surprisingly, he got a response. “Shut up and cooperate. It’ll be worse if you struggle.”
Bialy wasn’t sure what was more upsetting: the fact that he and a murderer were traveling up an unused set of stairs in the back of the hotel, or that said murder was about to do something to him that would likely be very painful. It wouldn’t be long until he found out, though; the figure who had him draped over his shoulder reached the top of the stairwell, ripped a deactivated emergency exit open, and entered into the deserted top floor.
At this moment, Bialy thought to himself, ‘If I get out of here alive, I’m going to tell them to close this floor off.’
The killer withdrew a keycard, then shrugged and kicked the room door in. Laying outstretched on the bed was the now-decaying corpse of Newzpop Reporta Tyro Bong. No one had thought to dispose of it. How rude. But that was for another time. Bialy was thrown into the closet while preparations were made. First, the bathroom was quickly surveyed. Thankfully, it had a bathtub. That made things easier.
A washcloth was grabbed off of the shelf, and the shower was turned on to the point where it would let out a single drop of water every few seconds. The killer exited the bathroom, grabbed Bialy again, and threw him into the tub, tying him down with a rope he’d found in a broom closet. “What do you think you’re going to do here? Chinese water torture doesn’t actually work, you know, it’s just a myth.” Bialy complained, trying to squirm out of the ropes.
In a split second, the washcloth was shoved down Bialy’s throat. He coughed, but somehow, the killer had left a small opening between the cloth and his throat, allowing him to breathe. His nose was immediately clamped shut with a clothespin.
“Let me know how everything turns out,” the killer said, full of glee, as he exited the room.
Bialy was thoroughly confused, until he noticed the drop of water that fell into his mouth whenever he opened to breathe. He was going to suffocate, slowly, as the cloth became wet and expanded to fill his throat.
It was better than getting shot, at least.
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Dukes stood on the roof of the hotel, staring out into the dusk. Today had gone very, very well. He’d offered to advise Sniper and Crazed Killer, and as far as he could tell, they’d both accepted. This worked out perfectly for him. He now, essentially, had control of the hotel, as he was in control of the two threats to everyone else, and was subsequently not affected by him.
Why hadn’t he thought of this before? Now, he would go downstairs into the hotel lobby, announce that he was taking over, with the help of the killers, and reap the benefits this offered. It would be…frankly, a lot of fun.
Dukes stood up, then walked over to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. If he ever needed to deal with anyone, he’d just bring them up here and push them off. No one would be able to survive that fall.
It was at about this time that Dukes felt a sudden numbing in his back, then a burning pain that spread throughout his body. He lost his balance and tumbled down over the edge, beginning a long fall to the ground that he was unfortunately conscious throughout.
The Sniper stepped out behind him, about to say something. All that it could muster was a chuckle. Oh, the irony.
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The remaining residents of the hotel had gathered together in the lobby to say goodbye to a group of seven people, who, due to various reasons, had decided to leave. As the last of the sliding doors closed, Insomnesiac stood up and banged on a coffee table, attempting to regain order. “Okay, okay, everyone! Someone here is a killer in disguise. As of today, we’re going to vote to decide who.”
Pads of paper and pencils were distributed, and a hat was stolen off of someone’s head. “Please write your vote down and drop it into this hat. We’ve counted, and if we have the wrong number of votes, we’ll have to do this all again. Don’t cheat, please.”
One by one, people scribbled down names and dropped them into the hat. After everyone had finished, Insom and a few others exited to tally. Conversation promptly started up again. When she returned, Lingui promptly took her hat back, mumbling something about “You didn’t even ask…”
Insomnesiac yelled out, in as loud of a voice as she could muster, “THE VOTES HAVE BEEN TALLIED! `AINE CHIEVIOUS IS GOING TO JAIL!”
“What? All I did was bake pie!” ‘Aine protested, but was promptly carried off to prison.
---
Hirun, Kori, and Steven eagerly awaited the next arrival to the jail. Well, Hirun and Kori, at least. Steven was somewhere in the back, rolling back and forth on the ground.
When ‘Aine was thrown in, Steven abruptly stopped his rolling and trotted over to inspect her. ‘Aine did not enjoy having a cow rub up against her and attempt to eat her, no matter how good she smelled.
--- Dukes has been sniped. Bialystock and Bloom has been killed. [Cherry.Wine], hardcoreXemo, Chaotic Imagination, Wedding Sakura, `Gamemaniac, ~SmashMasterOnion~, and Kataraa have been removed due to inactivity. Vote now. Remember to use the proper format, with names and numbers of both you and the subject of the vote.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:35 pm
DAY 05 Epical Magical Mori-chan As four more people packed their bags and exited the hotel, most of the remaining decided to go to bed. It was awfully late; dinner had been postponed due to difficulties in the kitchen, and no one wanted to miss it. Toothbrushes and other amenities were thrown across hallways at each other, people switched from room to room due to paranoia, and all in all, no one really got to sleep until about three in the morning. Someone took advantage of the free calling to dial every other room in the hotel and pester the residents. Shortly after midnight, InternalHardDrive held up a key and entered into the hotel lobby. She and a few others had worked tirelessly over the last few days to rebuild the jailhouse, and they had just finished. The ballroom could be used for something else now, and they’d be rid of that cow, too! For some reason, though, no one was around. “…Oh.” IHD mumbled to herself, looking up at a clock in the center of the lobby. “Everyone’s in bed. I guess they’ll find out in the morning.” Dinner had been cleaned up already, so IHD decided to go to bed. She’d gotten a room on the first floor, so instead of taking any of the elevators, she continued on through the hallway. Perhaps because it was on the ground and thus easiest to decorate, this floor was in general more exquisite, with paintings and glass statues every few feet or so. The combination of the night sky from the windows and the lights on the ceilings gave the statues an eerie ambivalence, and she quickened her pacing, just wanting to reach her hotel room. Suddenly, two things happened simultaneously: Silently, on a balcony above her, a rifle was loaded and aimed at her, and out of nowhere, a voice yelled “GET DOWN!” and tackled IHD to the ground, behind a glass statue of a black swan. A bullet shot through the floor where she was standing a second before. The G-Teamer now on top of IHD breathed heavily. “Listen,” they whispered, “You need to stay down. There are no other balconies here for the Sniper to fire at you from here, and If it tries to fire at you back here, the glass will shatter. Someone will wake up, and the Sniper will have turned itself in.” Nodding anxiously, IHD stayed down there for the rest of the night, eventually drifting off to sleep. She woke up later, having only hazy memories of what happened the night before. --- DeGei was unwillingly dragged to the hotel’s casino by Takazawa and Jeff Jarrett, the two of them claiming “Hey, it’ll be fun, and you’ll probably win something!” The two had promptly deserted him once they had gotten to the casino, which was the one place in the hotel where people were still active. So now he was here with nothing to do. Sighing, he decided that he’d go play slots. They were easy and mind-numbing. He bought himself a drink, sat down at an empty slot machine near the back, and spent the next half an hour and 300 gold. He ended up with about 100 tickets. “Apparently, I’m not very good at this…” he said to himself, then handed the tickets to the first person he saw passing by. “I’m just going to go use the restroom, then go back up to bed. Takazawa and Jeff won’t care.” The restroom was nearby, and strangely clean for such a place. It was also deserted, as far as DeGei could tell. At the very least, it was until someone stepped out of the stall and knocked him down to the tile. “What do you think you’re doing?” DeGei screamed, trying to get someone’s attention. His voice echoed around the room, but was drowned out by the noise of the casino outside. The figure above him withdrew a switchblade and brought it down onto DeGei’s neck. He could feel it slowly slicing open as it was pulled across and then removed. He didn’t know much about injuries, but DeGei knew he only had a very short while before he’d die of blood loss. He mustered up the last of his strength and tried to crawl away, but was stopped by the killer’s foot. About this time, DeGei thankfully lost the last strands of life he still had. The killer picked up his body and dropped it into the stall, then reached into the slit and grabbed onto his tongue, pulling it back out through the slit. He then promptly left, leaving the body for some unwilling gambler to discover. --- Once again, the voting was run using a hat, this time that of Desdemona Winchcobe. “It’s a top hat! It works better for this sort of thing!” The jailhouse had been built, but the locks were apparently not working, so the ballroom would have to do for now. After the votes were tallied and Lyzz the Dark Beast was announced to be the winner (or loser, depending on your perspective), she was allowed to say one final statement before being carried off to the ballroom. She stood up in the middle of the lobby and promptly questioned, “Why do I have to be thrown into that room with the cow?” She never received an answer. No one was sure. --- Hirun and Kori had taken to an eight-hour Rock Paper Scissors tournament, and ‘Aine was still being harassed by Steven. When Lyzz was thrown in, the cow promptly shifted his attention to her. ‘Aine smiled. “Finally!” A voice then called out, “By the way, you guys, since you’re all obviously not the killer, we’re going to let you vote, too. Tell us your pick later, alright?” Steven mooed, and a gasp came from Hirun. “STEVEN THINKS ZAE DID IT!” InternalHardDrive has been protected from a sniping by a G-Teamer. DeGei has been killed. Lyzz the Dark Beast has been jailed. #5, 44, 47, and 65 have gone inactive. Please use the proper voting format when you vote.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:36 pm
DAY 06 Epical Magical Mori-chan After the incident last night, Jeff Jarrett had decided that it would be in his best interest to stay as far away as possible from the casino, and preferably in a place that had a lot of people. The first place that had come to his mind earlier was the kitchen. He didn’t particularly like cooking, but the hotel was big, and there were a lot of chefs, so he’d be able to blend in easily. It was perfect!
So that was where he found himself; volunteering in the kitchen. So far today, he had basted turkey, chopped up vegetables for a salad, attempted to follow ‘Aine’s recipe for pie, and now, baking soufflés. Jeff didn’t consider himself the best cook, but what he had done today tasted surprisingly good. Thankfully, though, he didn’t have to see other peoples’ reactions to the food. That was the waiter’s job.
In fact, from what Jeff had noticed, he was working harder than most of the paid chefs. It was time for a break. He set the bowls of cream and egg whites aside and headed off to a corner in the back next to the dishwashers, bringing a glass of water along with him. An empty chair sat back here, and it looked very…inviting. Jeff nearly collapsed into it, sipping the water and playing with the ice cubes.
“I might be wrong, but I’ve overworked myself,” Jeff observed. He was sweating; it was hot in here, and stuffy due to the amount of people crammed inside. The noises of clattering plates and running water coming from different areas of the kitchen began to blur together, until Jeff slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Jeff woke up some time later, not aware of who he was, where he was, or what he had been doing before he fell asleep. No one else was around, and it was dark. It looked like he was in a kitchen of some kind…but why would that be? He was a terrible cook, and besides, he preferred to sleep in places besides kitchens.
Wait. Someone was standing in front of him, although it was took dark to tell who it was. “Umm…where am I?” he asked.
The figure responded by chuckling and saying, “Your soufflé fell.”
At that moment, Jeff’s memory came rushing back, and he mumbled, “Damnit!” to himself. “I’ve got to go fix it, and—“ Jeff’s sentence was cut off by the figure firing a bullet through his chest.
It quickly became apparent to the Sniper that his victim’s food tasted terrible.
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It was time to back her bags and get away from the hotel, ‘Nymphie had decided. She had one problem, though, and that was packing her bags. Not knowing how long the trip would be, she had packed several weeks’ worth of supplies, and had promptly spread them out across her hotel room when she had checked in. People had visited, parties had taken place, and now, in order to find the TV or the beds, she had to dig through layers of assorted things.
It had taken her most of the afternoon to get this far, but she was down to about a third of the unsorted clutter. She threw a few towels into one corner of the bed, several volumes of book series in another, and a bag full of clothing…somewhere in a suitcase. It would all work out soon. For now, she needed some ice to refill the ice bucket with. Her drinks were serious business.
The door closed and locked behind her, and thankfully, `Nymphie didn’t forget her room key this time. She quickly headed down the hallway, bucket in hand, and filled it with ice, then returned. There was a reason why she wanted to get out of the hotel, and she had no intention of stalling. Nearly tripping over a rug, she unlocked her door again and entered, only to find someone standing on her bed.
`Nymphie grinned. “Thanks for coming. Since you’re somehow in here, you can help me pack.”
They responded, rather matter-of-factly, “No thanks.” The Crazed Killer then grabbed a clock, shaped to resemble The Thinker and that said the time when a button was pressed, out of the ‘personal mementos’ pile and leapt at ‘Nymphie, knocking her to the ground and beating her skull in with it.
"I think it's THREE-FOURTY-FIVE P.M."
Sadly, ‘Nymphie was alive right up until she heard the crack. The blood from the wound made a mess of her towels. Oh well.
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A moo came from underneath the ballroom door, and a napkin was slid under, with the word “SIN” scrawled on it. “Thanks, Steven,” KingShoy said almost sarcastically, and then ran back down to the lobby to the voting area, which became oddly silent as he arrived.
Shoy was confused. “The jail has voted A Dragonflys Sin. What about you guys?” he asked. In response, 4lys held up a napkin with “SHOY” written on it in neat handwriting.
“…Oh.”
Shoy and Sin were carried upstairs to the ballroom, where they were thrown in, landing on top of Steven and unintentionally tipping him.
Lyzz yelled, “WAIT, STAY THERE. DON’T LET HIM MOVE.”
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Jeff Jarrett has been sniped. `Nymphie has been killed. KingShoy and A Dragonflys Sin have been jailed. Please vote now, using proper format. Those with roles, please PM me your information.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:38 pm
DAY 07 Phoenecia Since Mori will not be around to write the update, he requested that I do it for tonight. Well, here goes... Quote: Due to the recent killings in the hotel, many people had chosen to lock themselves in their rooms. The CK couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. The killer leaned down next to the door to the women's change room where Insomnesiac was and slipped a pipe underneath the door. Nothing could ruin this now. "There he is!" Labtech 103 looked up and saw a mob of hotel guests advancing on him, and they didn't look too happy. "Give it up. We know you're the CK!" "I have no idea what you're talking about." Labtech 103 stood up and a large canister of toxic gas fell out from behind him. "...uh...this isn't what it looks like!" Labtech tried to back away, but tripped and fell into the changeroom. A loud shriek was heard, followed by several loud crashing noises. It sounded like Inso was unleashing a giant can of whoopass on her would-be killer. "Eeek! Get out, pervert!" When Labtech 103 was tossed out, he was battered, bloody, and unconscious. The hotel guests grabbed him and dragged him and Bullet Rift, who they had picked up earlier, to the ballroom. "Alright! We caught the crazed killer!" Someone exclaimed. "Perfect. Now all that's left is-" :BLAM: Wrendraith dropped dead, bullet in her head, just a few feet away. The sniper still walked among them. Meanwhile, in the lobby, Rshlight, Sendryl, Loode, Sejii, [+Snoop+], Monotone, Anagove, and IflanaNifi were busy checking out of the hotel; even with the CK gone they weren't going to take any chances. Also, Phoenecia had left the hotel earlier that day, grumbling about her vacation being cut short. Labtech 103, the CK, has been caught. Bullet Rift has been thrown in jail via jailvote, Wrendraith has been sniped, and I (Phoenecia) have dropped out of the game. The following people have been removed for inactivity: 15 Rshlight 19. Sendryl 33. Loode 51. Sejii 61. [+Snoop+] 73. Monotone 84. Anagove 85. IflanaNifi Only the sniper left, guys. Use the usual voting format (your name and #, and the name and # of the person you're voting for) when voting. Also, the sniper, 2 G-Teamers, newsreporter, and detective should PM Mori. Good luck!
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:40 pm
DAY 08 Epical Magical Mori-chan Chaos had overtaken the hotel for a period of several hours. Alliances with the Crazed Killer had been announced, huge arguments had been started, and all in all, everyone was in a general state of disarray. This had led to the capture of Labtech 103, the Crazed Killer. Problem solved, right? The hotel had calmed down, and people began to hope that nothing would go wrong from here on out. They were soon to find out if the Sniper had been caught as well, and maybe the vacation could even go on in peace for a while before the hotel staff kicked them out their rooms.
They were now gathered around the lobby as they had the past few days, conducting the voting, this time with a different hat. No one wanted to support someone suspicious, even through their clothing. Inasanemonkey1230 had taken over the voting, and left to tally the votes, returning quickly.
She stood up and announced enthusiastically, “DESDEMONA WINCHCOMBE!” as the collective of people turned around to face Des. “…I guess you guys are going to find out if I’m the Sniper or not, huh?” she commented, smiling eagerly.
Buzz came tumbling down the stairs, holding a notepad instead of a napkin as was the case before. “The jail would also like to vote Desdemona Winchcombe in!”
”Then it’s decided!” Inasane yelled as everyone besides Des formed into a mob, carrying her upstairs to the ballroom. The lock came off hastily, and she was thrown inside. Several minutes of awkward silence followed.
“…Isn’t something going to happen?” someone asked?”
“Apparently I’m not the Sniper.” Des said, smiling. Steven trotted over and nudged her in the back, tripping her and ruining her moment of triumph.
The doors were shut again, and the mob headed back downstairs again, saddened. The Sniper was still on the loose.
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As the mob charged upstairs, Inasane sat back for a moment, pleased. That worked out well. Here, she was worrying that she’d get sniped or something, just because she led the jailing! What a silly idea. For now, though, it was about time to go to bed.
As she stood up, a shot rang out from somewhere above her, and she collapsed to the ground, blood spilling onto a coffee table, dripping off, and staining the carpet below her. Inasane’s last thought was of how much of a mess this would be for the janitors to clean up.
When the crowd came back down, they discovered the lone janitor on staff for the floor standing above Inasane’s dead body. “HE’S THE SNIPER! I KNEW IT!”
“Sniper? What are you talking about? I’m not cleaning this up. Body bags are in the closet. Go.” --- inasanemonkey1230 has been sniped. Desdemona Winchcombe has been jailed. Please vote now.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:42 pm
DAY 09 Epical Magical Mori-chan Free breakfast was always a good thing. Considering the rather high expenses relating to this hotel trip, if there was a way to save money, most people would leap at the opportunity to do so. As such, nearly everyone in the hotel did so, and were gathered around the lobby area. Some were simply eating a bowl of cereal and staring aimlessly off into space, others attempted to take as much food as they could, and a few people were ignoring the food entirely and using the time to plan a strategy.
These people were gathered around one table, looking at a map of the hotel that someone had taken the time to draw up. “Down to business. How can we avoid the sniper in here?” the person everyone had gathered around asked. An arm, belonging to someone in the crowd, reached over their shoulder and pointed to the map. The person it belonged to spoke, “Well. The center of the hotel is, basically, a cylinder. In the middle, at the bottom, is a fountain, and this lobby. Everything else branches out from here.”
Someone else then pointed out, “And there are 16 floors, each with two balconies. The balconies spiral around like so, so that there are two floors with the same balcony positions, and the distance thereof eight floors apart from each other.”
Another voice yelled out, “But that’s confusing! What’s your point?”
Sighing, Heart Shaped Toastie stepped outward and answered, “The point is that since the balconies are designed in a spiral, we can basically be sniped at from anywhere in the hotel. It’s a rather unfortunate design choice. Had they all been in the same place, we could use the balconies as cover.”
“So what you’re saying is that there’s nowhere we can hide?”
Reluctantly, Toastie nodded. “We can’t hide in the rooms that branch off. People have been sniped there. Whoever the Sniper is, they know the hotel better than we do. We’re going to have to plan our actions if we want to be able to catch the sniper without all of us dying.”
By this time, the crowd had backed away from Toastie, no longer talking, but listening to her reasoning. “So what do you propose we do?”
“Well…I’ve got something figured out! What we do is—“ Toastie answered, then fell to the ground. From the uppermost balcony, someone had sniped her, leaving a bullet hole in the center of her back.
“…Damnit!”
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After yesterday’s fiasco, the voting was much more subdued. People, using paper pads that had been found in a spare closet, wrote their votes and dropped them into a hat over the course of the day, certain that they wouldn't get fooled again.‘Christa and Roy Salamandra had volunteered to count the votes, and at the end of the day, after everyone else had gone to bed, they did so.
“…And another vote for me,” ‘Christa mumbled. “That means…I’m going to jail?”
Nodding, Roy grabbed onto her arm and began to take her upstairs. “That’s a bit unfortunate. And you helped count the votes, too!” He grabbed a key out of his pocket and unlocked the large padlock on the doors to the ballroom, tossing `Christa inside.
Kori, still tied up, hopped over to Roy and dragged him inside the jail, the padlock closing behind him. “…Thanks, Kori! Now I’m stuck in here! You don’t need to be upset just because you’re in jail and I’m not!”
“Correction,” replied Kori, “you weren't in jail. You are now. We voted for you..”
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Heart Shaped Toastie has been sniped. `Christa and Roy have been jailed. Vote now, send information if you have a position.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:43 pm
DAY 10 Epical Magical Mori-chan 4lys sighed wistfully. No one knew how to avoid a Sniper.
As far as she knew, she was the only one, besides the Sniper themselves, who actually knew their way around the hotel. It was her first priority, when she’d arrived, to survey every nook and cranny of the place. Her second priority was planning ahead to protect the rest of the group. It was her duty as a G-Team member. So far, there’d been one success throughout the team, and it had only occurred by choice. InternalHardDrive was safe, though, and that was what mattered.
She leaned over the edge of the balcony, watching the fifteen floors below her. It had been ten days since the first snipe, and the area had slowly fallen apart. The whole staff had promptly packed their bags and left, meaning the only people left in the hotel were the vacationers and the lone killer. Most everyone was constantly in a panic, and it was difficult to get anyone to listen to reasoning. Were they to just come up to the top floor, they’d have a much better chance of surviving. It was so obvious! Unfortunately, most people had developed paranoia towards the top floor. “Too many kills took place up there!” they said.
Well, that was it. 4lys was going to go down there and talk some sense into them. Once everyone was gathered together, they could just count to see who wasn’t around and they’d have some suspects to go by.
She leaned over the balcony a bit more, then rather awkwardly went limp and tumbled over the edge. A bullet had been shot directly between her shoulders and into her spine, messing up her balance. As she fell the fifteen stories downward, 4lys came to a realization. “I…failed...welll, now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't done anything that I want. ” It was up to the other G-Teamer to keep the Gaians safe.
The same subued voting was occurring as yesterday, and the three people waiting to vote were rudely interrupted by the body of someone hitting the top of the fountain with a sickening crack. They'd fallen from such a great height. People congregated around the base of the fountain, trying to figure out who it was.
One person suddenly felt a bad sensation in the pit of their gut. InternalHardDrive recognized the body as the person who had defended her against the Sniper.
Slowly, people finished up voting, and the jailvote was collected. IHD, wanting to do something more, counted up the votes and announced the results.
“The hotelgoers have voted Sendryl into the jail…wait a second, that can’t be right! Sendryl left a few days ago!” An awkward silence followed. “Well…the next person up was Surrecrux....who was also the jail’s vote. Hm.”
Surrecrux gulped. “Oh damn.”
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The jail was beginning to get slightly crowded. Steven was feeling sick, and the rest of the people inside had gathered together in a corner across the room from him.
Surrecrux was thrown in on top of Steven, as had happened a few days ago. “Umm…hello, cow! How’re you today?”
“Moo.”
“Hey, why is everyone over there in the corner? Do they not like you?”
“Moo.”
“…oh god.”
4lys, one of the G-Teamers, has been Sniped. Surrecrux has been jailed. Loode has gone inactive. Unfortunately, Loode was the Detective. Please check the memberlist before voting, mmkay? xD It will be up to date shortly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:44 pm
DAY 11 Epical Magical Mori-chan Four more people quietly exited the hotel, and they did not look back. Oddly enough, while they had contacted their destinations, noting that they were returning from vacation, they never actually made it there. No one knew why. InternalHardDrive shut the door behind her and threw the key downward, into the fountain. She wasn’t going to come back. By now, she was fed up with this hotel and all of the people who were still inside. Why didn’t they just leave, like she was about to do? It’d probably be the best way to get away from the Sniper, and besides, the hotel was beginning to get awfully decrepit. The combination of panicked residents and no staff was taking its toll on the building. IHD didn’t even care about her luggage anymore. As she exited her room and traversed the hallway back to the lobby area, she passed by the statue of the black swan, reminding her of the event that had transpired here a few nights ago. She turned her head away from it. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember, but…she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her eyes caught a glance of the pool outside the hotel. A bit of water would do to clear her head. The door slid shut behind her, leaving her out on the patio, next to the pool. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dived in and swam a few laps around, her jacket and clothing now soaking wet. It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be here much longer, and it rained all night anyway. At least, that's how it had been for the past few days. From somewhere on top of the hotel, a rifle was fired, and the bullet shot into the water next to IHD. She panicked, but this time, there was no one to protect her. The second shot made contact, and her limp body sunk to the bottom of the pool. --- Voting continued as planned, and Bellecat and Insomnesiac were both thrown into the jail, after tallying the results. They quickly joined the crowd of people in the corner, huddled away from Steven. Steven was, naturally, still sick to his (or her) stomachs. --- IHD has been sniped. Insomnesiac and Bellecat have been jailed. Estella Wolfe, Edmond Dantes, Crimmi, and Smrtboy have gone inactive. Vote and send information. (I know this one's a bit short, but I really need to get it done so I can move on to other work I have to do. D smile
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:46 pm
DAY 12 Epical Magical Mori-chan (QUICK NOTE: I had another orthodontist appointment, and as such, my head is still pounding. D: Thus, I'll try to write an update a bit later. If not, it'll come tommorow at the regular time. Voting will still close at 9EST as normal.) “That’s it! I have had it with this hotel! I’m leaving, and I don’t care if anyone comes with!” Sendryl yelled, raising her fist in the air.
The lobby was silent, and everyone was staring at her from the other side of the room.
“…Well, actually, I do sort of care who comes with…but who’s with me?” questioned Sendryl, still the only one standing up. Her fist dropped to her side.
“Why should we leave? If we stay together, we’ll have a better chance of staying safe,” someone asked, raising their hand as if asking permission to complain.
“But that’s just the point! We haven’t stayed safe in this hotel! As far as I’m concerned, the safest place to be is everywhere else. It’ll at least make things harder for the Sniper,” came the answer from Sendryl. “
“…”
Slowly, one person stood up and walked across the room, standing behind the girl. Another person followed, and then several more. Within a minute, the room was divided into two halves; those still sitting down, and the others standing up.
“Looks like I’ve got some support, huh?” Sendyl said, smirking.
“Wait a second.” Turtle_Devil interjected, pointing at her from across the room. “How are you guys going to vote if you leave? And what about the jail?”
“…Well, the jail can just stay here. It’ll be easy, since apparently, you guys aren’t leaving. We’ll come back to vote, and if we need to get someone who has left, we’ll bring them to you to throw into prison. It’ll all work out well for everyone. Everything will be in its right place.”
The hotelgoers shrugged. There was no reason why they couldn’t leave and come back. It made no sense, but if they wanted to, they could. “Fine!” Turtle_Devil yelled. “Go! We don’t care!”
Slowly, the crowd turned and began to walk out the hallway. Sendryl smirked at the residents one last time over her shoulder before leaving, but was promptly hit in the chest with a bullet and toppled to the ground, making a sickening noise that sounded something like bones cracking.
The crowd suddenly decided to leave the hotel a bit faster, returning to their homes as soon as they could.
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As was planned, the crowd returned, a few people at a time, to conduct voting. The hat system was back in use, and someone was on duty at all times, watching to make sure no cheating was taking place.
Lingui counted up the last of the votes, then ran back to the lobby anxiously, nearly tripping and dropping the hat. “The results are in, and…Turtle_Devil is going to jail!” A paper airplane sailed down on a gust of air from the top of a staircase and hit Lingui in the head. “Ow! …And apparently, Takazawa’s going to jail on behalf of the jail itself.”
Turtle_Devil and Takazawa both stood up, too exhausted to resist being tied up and thrown into the ballroom.
For some reason, this seemed to take a lot less time than it did before. They were thrown inside the ballroom, almost hastily. Everyone, including Steven, was laying down, taking a nap. “…So this is what they do in jail all day. How boring.” Takazawa commented.
“Oh, you should have been here when Steven was awake!” `Christa whispered, apparently awake.
--- Sendryl has been sniped. Turtle_Devil and Takazawa have been jailed. Almanix and Alucard von Dracali have gone inactive.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:47 pm
DAY 13 Epical Magical Mori-chan Anael de Ezra, overall, was pleased with what had happened the day before. She had no idea that there was going to be an uprising of people who wanted to leave, but it gave her a chance to slip away unnoticed. She was getting sick of that messy hotel, anywho, and she had business to conduct at home, which…was, convienently, close to the hotel.
As she walked up to her doorway, Ezra began to dig through her pockets, looking for the front door key. “Damnit, where is it?” She sighed, then reached under a rock in the yard, which had a sign on it that read, “THERE IS NO SPARE KEY UNDER THIS ROCK”, and, fulfilling a contradiction, pulled out a spare key and opened the front door.
A layer of dust had fallen over the room in the time it had spent unused, and Ezra's first priority was to attempt to get rid of some of it. She was not successful, and dropped her luggage onto the ground, then fell into her bed. “I could really use a nap right now, but I need to unpack…” she mumbled, then promptly drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, Ezra discovered, thanks to her alarm clock, that’d she’d fallen asleep for five hours, and she had to be at work in an hour. Ezraimmediately began to rush around her room, collecting things together and changing into her uniform. “AGH! If I’m late, I’ll be fired! I already used up all my sick days for this vacation!” She threw the suitcase aside, into a corner. She would deal with it later.
Amongst all this, a doorbell rang. She ran to the door, urgently, then stood up on tiptoe and looked through the peephole.
The last thing she heard was a rather loud gunshot as a bullet shot through the door and into her skull.
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Clues were proving to be quite helpful to the people who were still alive. Someone had tipped them off that the Sniper’s name supposedly “started with a T” and as such, continued to follow this rule. It seemed that most everyone agreed, as the voting was surprisingly efficient. Shortly after they were finished, The Peanut Smuggler stood up and announced, “The final result is that…I’m going to jail. Darnit.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, a debate was taking place.
“So who are we going to vote for?”
“PETEY WILLIAMS!”
“ISMARU WINDSOUL!”
“CHAOTIC IMAGINATION!”
”SIBEIKO!”
“ZEN FALLPAW!”
“VELIOFI!”
“Moo.”
“WHAT THE COW SAID!”
From outside the door, someone asked, “So who are you guys voting for already?”
“TOUCH MY WAFFLES!” was the first name out of anyone’s mouth.
The voice responded back, “Okay then!” Shortly afterward, they returned with Touch My Waffles and The Peanut Smuggler, who were thrown into the ballroom.
“…Well, this sucks. Still haven’t caught the Sniper.”
Elsewhere, Untz Untz Meru had snuck out of the hotel. It was his personal job to get clues from the Sniper, but he had had it with it. The rest of the people would have to figure it out on their own.
Anael de Ezra has been sniped. Touch My Waffles and The Peanut Smuggler have been jailed. Untz Untz Meru, the Newsreporter, has gone inactive.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 6:48 pm
DAY 14 Epical Magical Mori-chan The kitchen door swung open without any sort of resistance, and iPocky’ smiled. The staff had left, which meant she would get free food. Free food was a very good thing, as the hotel situation was quickly becoming “catch-as-catch-come”, and wherever you could find supplies was usually a good thing.
She hurried about the kitchen, collecting up several loaves of bread, a few bags of chips, some peanut butter, a jar of jelly, a couple of cans of Zurg, and a jug of water. “This should be enough,” iPocky’ mused, then quickly exited. Hopefully, someone else would be able to find something that hadn’t gone rotten or expired.
As iPocky’ ran up the stairs, clutching the food against her chest, she nearly tripped several times, but regained her balance. On the fifth floor, she stopped, then quickly dashed over to the nearest hotel room, knocking on the door with her head. “Hello? It’s iPocky’! Let me in!”
The door was slowly opened, and cautiously, Egotistical Moose peered out. “Good, you got the food. We’ll be able to survive in here for a few more days.” She pushed the door open a slight bit more, and iPocky’ jumped inside.
Sitting on the beds and on the floor, watching TV, were .Synchronized.Luv., Parking Lot, and Kitty Krazy. Ego took the supplies from iPocky’ and began to pass them around, allowing people to make sandwiches to their hearts’ content. “But wait! I thought I would get a sandwich first, because I ran to go get them!”
Ego sighed. “Fine, here. Just be quick, I’m hungry.”
Smiling, iPocky’ sat down in the corner and began to pour jelly onto a slice of bread. A slight clattering came through the ceiling above her head, but she ignored it and brought the bread up to her mouth. Before she could bite it, the Sniper fired from the air duct above her head and ended her life prematurely.
The other people in the room backed away quickly. “…She didn’t even get to eat her sandwich. “
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Those who were jailed slid their vote under the floor, again on a napkin, like the days before.
“Miss Tanpopo…” someone spoke from the other side. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re sure! Now go get her!”
Shortly afterward, Ismaru Windsoul and Miss Tanpopo were brought up and thrown inside the ballroom, continuing the expansion of those in jail.
“…Still not the Sniper, huh?”
“No.”
--- iPocky' has been sniped. Ismaru Windsoul and Miss Tanpopo have been jailed. Vote now, please.
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