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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:05 pm
[RESERVED FOR MEMBER LIST] URL TO SIGNUPS FOR GAME XI: [ link] Nymphiedora
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1. Ismaru Windsoul
2. Bullet Rift
3. Heart Shaped Toastie
4. System Malfunction
5. `Aine Chievious
6. Korikun the Cat
7. Juria-San
8. Eikichi Taro Stalth
9. Uta Arashi
10. Merriweather
11. King Shoy
12. .Synchronized.Luv.
13. FortenraAskasa
14. Anael De Ezra
15. Parking Lot
16. Return_of_Watanuki-san
17. [Glitter.Poptart]
18. Roy Salamandra
19. Chibi-Meower
20. Miss Tanpopo
21. A Dragonflys Sin
22. Insomnesiac
23. linkey17ny
24. Sendryl
25. Sieg Reyu.2
26. Phoenecia
27. HDogXero
28. Roger Silverwood
29. Bellecat
30. Inasanemonkey1230
31. DA MUFFIN KING
32. Buzzkid24
33. Egotistical Moose
34. Grotesque Panda
35. Kataraa
36. Erhothien
37. The Insider
38. Druki
39. `Christa
40. Amigo_amigo_amigo
41. Azrael Makar
42. Sibeiko
43. Panda Pocky
44. `Nymphie
45. S a x e
46. L Y Z Z A C I O U S` DB
47. Inishikacho
48. Dukes
49. `Yuki Eiri
50. Degei
51. HirunHikari
52. iPocky
53. Rere r us
54. Marly-chan
55. Wrendraith
56. ~SmashMasterOrin~
57. Subliminal Retard
58.Chikorin Moonie
59. Merumiharu
60. Gthb
61. Merty
62. Mori Bokusochi
63. Tifa Released
64. Edmond Dantes
65. Phro
66. Lady Rai
67. [Cherry.Wine]
68.InternalHardDrive
69. Sars Attacks
70. Tedie Behr
72. Rushlight`
72. Angel_of_battle
73. AGCourtney
74. C l o ck w i s e
75. Peles Tears
76. Weddingsakura
77. Kitty Krazy
78. [.S.p.O.r.K.]
79. IflanaNifi
80. Garban
81. Darkmaniac
82. KamonDragon
83. Kiyo_Michan
84. Ksrugi
85. Naturegirl
86. Xutati
87. Mo.The.Yum.Yum.Waffle
88. Final_hikari
89. [Death Blossom]
90. Shikaku Ken
91. Destinykeeper
92. `Kashi
93. Petey Williams
94. Guccigirl247
95. Maxcine99
96. Junebug
97. Cadet Particle
98. Alucard von Dracali
99. Monotone
100. Spera Wavewind
101. Lingui
104. Chronology of Antagonism
105. SBSOscar
106. Magnius of the Chaos
107. Alys Gwynn
108. `lexii
109. Vlad D. Tepes
110. Moo Ell
111. Nantooski
112. `Christie
113. Padme Potter of Hobbiton
114. Sweetnessfairy
115. Smitmat1
116. Madoshi_Hime
117. Wewt_Man
118. Constant Virtue
119. Mr. Sellophane
120. Timetripper
121. [Q]
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:06 pm
DAY 01 Disjecta (Takazawa) There was complete and utter silence. It rang through the pitch black hall, pressing on Takazawa like a wet blanket. He stood there alone in this darkness,staring blankly ahead. The spotlight came on with a dull click, centering immediately on Tak. He lifted his head to the source of the light and opened his mouth. His booming voice pierced the silence like a canon pierces a hanging bed-sheet. "It's just a jump to the left." All at once, the room was in chaos. The lights flared into action, and hundreds of dancers stood behind him, taking a step to the right in perfect sync. Tak instructed them to put their hands on their hips, and they obliged. The audience ooh'd and aaah'd appropriately as the pelvic thrust really drove the performers insayayayaane. Tak leaped on to the desk, ready to go through the process again. While many viewers of the Rocky Horror Picture show believe that this is just part of the script, scientists have since proven that this is just a natural bi-product of performing the time warp. The body becomes so excited that it immediately needs to expend excess energy, and does so by jumping on to various objects. Tak was superb, or at least he thought so. He performed the entire song without a single hiccup. He was preparing for the big finalé, when- -BLAM-Two large flat objects pierced Takazawa through the heart, and he fell to the ground, lifeless. Unfortunately, as the Time Warp ended, so did all of the other performers. The audience had no idea yet, but they were part of the greatest play ever written. This was the denouement. This was... The Sniper of the Opera:
Directors' Cut Voting begins immediately, and will run until 5 AM Eastern Standard time. Also: Mr. Sellophane, Timetripper, and [Q] may commence voting as numbers #119, #120, and #121 respectively until you three are added.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:07 pm
DAY 02 Disjecta (Takazawa) The entirety of the opera house had been locked down along with everyone inside, and there were now some hundred and twenty performers, audience members, directors, producers, proctologists, mocktologists, ticket salesmen, ushers, technicians, accountants, lawyers, and actors with a lot of time and nothing to do. So they did the only thing they could think of. "I heard HirunHikari is putting on an opera in room VII" "Is he an operati?" "No, he was an audience member. But he said he always wanted to try singing." "I guess the best time to start is when you have a captive audience to sing to." Inishikacho was debating with her own left hand about what they should do, because nobody in the packed foyer was speaking to her. "Did you hear about how Takazawa was killed yesterday?" "Wasn't he shot?" Takazawa had in fact been shot, but the sniper had used DVDs for bullets. The DVDs were limited edition copies of 'Colossus' and the original 'War of the worlds'. The bloodstained DVDs had been salvaged, and were now playing in room XIV. "A science fiction double feature." Inishikacho said. Her left hand broke out in giggles. Meanwhile, on a catwalk far above the huddled crowd, one person was closing their eyes. This wouldn't be unusual if the person didn't happen to have a rifle in their hands. Life is Random-BLADANGADANG-So should be DeathInishi fell to the floor. Her left hand should have gone for help, but could only stare in horror at what had happened. - - - - - - - - - - "I'm OUTRAGED." Dukes' default outlook on life was umbrage. He took umbrage to the rising sun, he took umbrage to his morning bowl of wheatie-O's. And he was taking a buttload of umbrage to the accusations facing him now. "We know Dukes," S a x e said softly, "But we're jailing you anyways." "I have a right to be offended!" A small team of performers were carting him to room XIV, which had been converted into a jail. Really, they felt having to watch 'War of the worlds' was torture enough. "We know Dukes." Dukes continued to take offence to everything they passed, as well as to things they hadn't passed, and things he thought they might pass in the future. Eventually, they made it to Room XIV, where they hastily shoved Dukes inside. He settled down to watch the movie, taking umbrage to everything onscreen. - - - - - - - - - - An audience member had taken inspiration from the Sniper's noble work. Unfortunately, they didn't have a gun. But they were very, very creative. Meanwhile, Sibeiko was trying not to laugh as he watched HirunHikari sing Carmen. According to doctors, theatrical suspense and dramatic tension are the number one killers in America. So for your own health, I will tell you now that Sibeiko dies, and Hirun doesn't sell many tickets, but gets some positive critical reception. As Sibeiko sat, somewhere above him, a bowling ball knocked over a chair, which caused a domino to fall. Sibeiko only noticed a slight tapping sound,looking up to investigate the source of the noise. He didn't see the hundreds of dominoes that were falling all around him. The performance came to a close, and the small audience rose to their feet for the ovation. Sibeiko joined them, failing to see the large rock now swinging towards him. The Crazed Killer grinned from their hiding place. The last thing that went through Sibeiko's mind was how he'd write Hirun a very positive review later. Inishikacho has been sniped. Dukes has been jailed. Sibeiko has been crazily killed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:08 pm
DAY 03 Disjecta (Takazawa) Deep inside a theatre musty, far behind the props so dusty,
Stood a sniper and their trusty rifle calibre point-two-four,
Far below stood poor old `Kashi, in amongst the wishy-washy,
Actors, dancers and musicians littering the ballroom floor.
He was bored, and nothing more.
The sniper grinned their evil grin, for the room `Kashi was in,
Was as dark and crowded as a concert piece by Andy Moore,
And as they took aim on his throat, the sniper gave a silent gloat,
As kashi bent unwittingly to retrieve something from the floor,
A lucky penny on the floor.
It happened as if in slow motion, Kashi hadn't any notion,
That the bullet sped to-wards him with a speed above mach four,
The bullet quickly pierced his left cheek, with such ease for flesh is so weak,
Leaving poor old kashi to fall silently upon the floor,
He was sniped, and nothing more.- - - - - - - - - - An Opera house is alot of fun to explore. You can have all the free popcorn you want, climb up on really high walkways, and shout extremely loudly in the large theatres. After a day or two, you are sick to your stomach, have vertigo, and are hoarse. As can be imagined, the Opera Housemates were feeling the initial effects of cabin fever, and there was a consensus desire to get out. They of course realised the armed police wouldn't let them out until they found and isolated the killers. "I get all of that," A Dragonflys Sin explained calmly, "But why me?" "Because you said my G notes were flat in your review!" Hirun poked her several times in the cheek for dramatic effect. "And I saw sneaking out of a theatre with a big suspicious trunk today." The trunk was of course full of old clothes and props, but to Roy Salamandra, this didn't matter. "ANDANDAND, you were the first person to leave the scene of the original murder. That is waaaay suspicious." This wasn't actually true, but Meru would be damned if there was a bandwagon she hadn't jumped on. "Oh whatever." Sin allowed herself to be shoved into the jail-theatre, where Dukes promptly took offence to her entrance. - - - - - - - - - - The crazed killer had really outdone themself this time. The room in which they stood was officially room XIXVV, but it was known to all staff as the "Sonic Death". Inside this room was the Opera house's most prized possession, a Krell 4113.1 Surround Sound speaker system. The Crazed Killer adjusted some levers and knobs, then turned the system on. It crackled to life, and began emitting a low, constant tone throughout the entire Opera House. The CK continued to adjust various settings, and the pitch of the tone began to warble. Meanwhile, Azrael Makar noticed a dull throbbing in his head, and began to rub it gingerly. The CK could of course see this on the live security feed, and knew they had found the frequency of his heartbeat. They increased the volume, watching Azrael clutch at his chest and spine, puzzling over where this sensation was coming from. The CK grabbed a microphone, and turned on the mic feed. Azrael felt the final words "Goodbye Makar. We'll miss you." resonating in his skull before all went black. - - - - - - - - - - Had anyone bothered to check the weekly programme, they would have seen the following play advertised: "Now showing in Theatre VII: Lé Sniper- Played by a person whose name is more than two syllables" Unfortunately, most of the programmes had been used as kindling, and so the people whose names were two or less syllables continued to face persecution. `Kashi has been sniped. A Dragonflys Sin has been jailed. Azrael Makar has been Crazily Killed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:10 pm
DAY 04 Disjecta (Takazawa) *BLAM* The bullet sped out of the chamber. [Q] had 2.36662 seconds to live. A light smoke swirled around the sniper, continually curling around and through itself. In the sniper's eyes, the meínax crawled back in to place, producing a long, slow grinding sound. He observed the silver streaks that ran along the barrel of his gun. 1.927 seconds. Meanwhile, [Q] was in the process of lifting his foot. The sniper followed his line of vision to the entrance of Room XV. Uta Arashi happened to be giving a solo performance of Lés Miserables there in five minutes. [Q] was currently thinking what a loevely time he'd have watching her play all twelve parts at once. 1.41 seconds. The soundwave of the gunshot would just now be reaching [Q]'s ears. [Q] turned, all too late, to see a bullet the size of a pepsi can Endorsed by Pepsi™ whizzing towards him. The sniper watched [Q] turn to face him in slow motion. He could not, however, see [Q]'s eyes from three hundred feet away. Had he been able to, he would have seen [Q]'s horror as he recognised the sniper's face. 0.00000002 seconds. It was all to late now. [Q]'s mind hadn't even gotten to putting the pieces together before his mind was disturbed by a large piece of metal. The sniper turned, in slow motion, and began to walk away - - - - - - - - - - Ismaru Windsoul was listening to the Definitive Simon and Garfunkel album when the studio door burst open. "ISMARU, WE ACCUSE YOU OF- What are you-What the hell-Is this Simon and Garfunkel?!" Watanuki_san turned in disgust. "My music is pimp!" Windsoul replied. Still, he paused the music. The Krell system gave a few dying spurts, managing not to explode anybody's heart this time. His trip from the studio was far more torturous than the jailing itself. Although every accusee had received a few strange looks on their way to jail, people were staring and murmuring all around him. "Did you hear he likes Simon and Garfunkel?" "You don't say! Simon and Garfunkel?" "Hey dark! They caught the sniper listening to Simon and Garfunkel!" Several people came up and prodding him, asking if the rumours were true. Ismaru was relieved to finally reach the jailtheatre, Where A Dragonflys sin gave him the rules, which for some reason all seemed to involve using the stove, and then went back to the movie, which she said she had seen over twenty times by now. - - - - - - - - - - The term Silhouette was coined by Sir Jion Silhouette, an infamous laywer who ironically was himself incapable of casting a shadow, due to lichenthropy. The ball-point pen was invented by Sir Joseph Ballpoint, who was also incapable of casting a shadow for the same reason. The crazed Killer was about to the same thing for their next kill. The victim was about to enter the closet that had become their bedroom, unaware that it had been converted to a makeshift ritual gate. They entered the room, and the killer got to work. The victim was immediately grabbed by two satanic thrulls, and the Crazed Killer gave a few words. In an instant, all was consumed by flames, and the victim stopped writhing, and left to get a sandwich. "Kingshoy! My god, you're dead." Bellecat cried. "Yeah," said Shoy casually, "But I feel great now." "Did the crazy killer do this to you? Can you tell us who they were?" "Sorry, I can't. Part of my undead satanic contract." - - - - - - - - - - Kingshoy did desperately want to say that the crazed killer was right there with them. Especially so when the CK opened their mouth and said "Hey, did you hear the CK's clue for today was that they have no fur? Pretty strange, huh?". [Q] has been sniped. Ismaru Windsoul has been jailed. KingShoy has been killed, but brought back to life as a Lichenthrope. He's still dead though, so don't vote for him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:11 pm
DAY 05 Disjecta (Takazawa) The update is going up a bit early today, because I'm very drunk, and may pass out before 9 o'clock comes. That may also ecxplain the suckiness of it. Enjoy. "Ha! You missed!" Bellecat had wired the Projection system in Room II to play her gii. She was playing against an unknown opponent in the next room, over the gii's wifi. She would aim the giimote at her opponent's red discs and hit A, while they tried to block her by moving their pointer in front of hers, and hit B to use their shield. The game went on for awhile, with Bellecat gaining a steady advantage over her opponent, who was now getting frustrated. The sniper walked over to their gii and pressed a small blue button. The game froze for a few seconds, then resumed. "Give up already." Bellecat said into the microphone. "But I've just started." The voice replied. The sniper aimed at a disc and hit A. A bullet whizzed passed Bellecat's head. The sniper hit A again. Bellecat, out of instinct, hit B and watched the bullet seem to deflect off an invisible shield and go flying into the wall. While she watched it however, another one came at her, this time piercing behind her right ear. Bellecat's dying thought was such: "Damn, I should have played more counterstrike."- - - - - - - - - "Amigo_amigo- How many amigos is it? Three. Okay. Amigo_amigo_amigo, you are under arrest for suspicion of- Yes, we can arrest you for suspicion. Well, I'm sorry. No, I think I'm more sorry. We can both be sorry, okay? No, no, we are equally sorry. Anyways, I'm not calling you to have a sorry contest with yo- Well of course I like our sorry contests, I'm not saying that. Oh no, please don't cry. We just think you're the sniper, and you have to go away for awhile. Yes, of course. No. No. No. They aren't allowed in this state. I don't think it sounds like 'Porpoise'. Okay. We'll be sending some men to get- It's okay. No. Thankyou for understanding. Bye." - - - - - - - - - - It was enormous. It was magnificent. It was somewhat bothersome. "What is it?" Korikun puzzled. "Some sort of clock." iPocky responded. It was indeed some sort of clock. A big, gold some sort of clock, standing ominously in the Opera house foyer. It's many hands moved at various speeds, each one producing a different tone of click as it moved. That damned sniper had stolen the CK's kill, but they were not discouraged. A few adjustments to the clock, and they had found their new kill. M eanwhile, S a x e had found the pattern of the clock. "If I'm right," he announced, "The hands of the clock will converge in 13 minutes. They will do so on the nine, or the 45th minute mark." The crowd waited in silence for the entire 13 minutes. The hands converged, and the clicking and clunking stopped. At the same time, an axe suspended from the ceiling cam loose, falling straight towards S a x e. S a x e only had a second to look up before being swiftly sliced by the axe. S a x e was a x e d. - - - - - - - - - - The sniper cried to the gathered crowd: "Excluding the signup thread, I have posted in the guild before!" Whatever this nonsensical message meant, nobody heard it over the ticking of that damned clock. Bellecat has been sniped. Amigo_amigo_amigo has been jailed. S a x e has been killed in Bellecat's place.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:12 pm
DAY 06 Disjecta (Takazawa) She reached to the back of her head, to the source of her pain. The girl felt the entry wound, she felt the bullet and realised she was already dying. The exit sign flickered out, leaving her alone, in the dark, to contemplate her impending death. The girl awoke with what she assumed was a terrible hangover, though it was actually a lead bullet lodged in the back of her skull. She was clearly used to bad hangovers. The only source of light in the room was the neon exit sign, which read "ROOM III". -BANG- "I don't see what you wanted me to move." the girl called. The room was quite empty, with a few mood lights shining around the small theatre. "No, back here!" the voice called again. She followed it further towards the back of the room. It was a bright, fine day, and Sendryl was prancing about the Opera House joyously. "Excuse me," the girl turned to face who had spoken up, "But could you help me move this?" "Oh, it's you. Sure thing. Where is it?" "In room III." - - - - - - - - - - The jailees were running something of a mini-casino by now. People could pay to come and watch the Science Fiction double feature, visit A Dragonflys Sin's minibar (Although most of the drinks were made of some combination of popcorn, liquid butter, and raisins: The only ingredients available in the theatre), and play some poker at Amigo's table (Or play Strip poker with Ismaru in the back room). When Merriweather stumbled into the theatre, she was greeted with a group cheer. There were various people watching a movie, and a few more around the minibar. Merri wandered towards Dukes, who was conversing with a guest about his international travel rates. "Hey Dukes, is there anything for me to do?" "Yeah, go set up a roulette table." Dukes replied, anxious to resume his conversation. Merri began rummaging for the parts of a makeshift roulette wheel. She couldn't help but remember that her mother always said she would end up working at a casino inside a theatre that she was being detained in against her will. Her mother was scarily good at these predictions. - - - - - - - - - - The clock had been ticking all night, and nobody had gotten a wink of sleep. All anyone could hear was Click THUNK click TOCK c***k THUNK twang CLICK c***k tock thunk tikalika THUNK TWANG thunk some people hide messages in these strings of onomatopoeia to throw readers off THUNK c***k CLANG tick tick THUNK CLICK tick tick c***k chang RING thunk tink tick tick tock CHONK tick thunk. It was, according to monkey, soon time for the hands to meet again, and everyone was uneasy. Five of the hands had met and stopped, one had rapidly passed them and was now circling around, while the final hand inched towards the rest. Finally, the largest hand crawled on top of the rest as the small, speedy one passed over. All at once, the room fell silent. The hands gave a single, resounding click. Uta Arashi screamed, and iPocky covered her eyes. An enormous loaf of bread came whizzing out of a nearby doorway. And, as you know, sourdough bread often arrives on shelves at speeds excess of 70 MPH. This bread was no exception, and Panda Pocky stood about as much chance against the loaf as a butterfly does against Sephiroth's giant meteor. - - - - - - - - - - After the bread incident, monkey found various cards lying in a pile on the ground. There was Yu-Gi-Oh, magic, pokemon, and many other card games she had never heard of. On each one was a single letter, and had she arranged them, she would have found they said "THE SNIPER LIKES TO PLAY CARDS". Instead, she traded them for a novelty pen. Sendryl has been sniped backwards. Merriweather has been jailed. And Panda Pocky has been crazily loafed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:13 pm
DAY 07 Disjecta (Takazawa) It was a Sunday morning, and Druki was practicing his Shaq Fu, trying to open as many cans of said Fu as he could before noon. So far, it was going well, and he had already annihilated seventeen Tori Spelling figurines. Unfortunately, the real Tori Spelling was still alive. Little did Druki expect that someone was about to open a can of Fu on his a** too. Dual-Chamber-Ultra-Explosive-Lead-Ammunition-Fu. The sniper was holding their Puerto Rican credit card, training it firmly on Druki's head. He was midway through another roundhouse kick when the Sniper pulled the trigger. The Can of Sniper-Fu sped towards Druki's head, narrowly missing him and exploding near the back wall. Druki hadn't even reacted before the second can pierced his skull, lodging in to his brain. He was already dead by this point, but that didn't stop the can from then exploding, spraying the contents of his head across the room. - - - - - - - - - - "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Meru was currently being dragged to jail. And she was very upset about it. "You always threaten to kill us all. That's why we're jailing you," Cadet Particle tried to explain, "It's just-" "WHERE'S MY LAWYER?! I'LL KILL HIM TOO!" Meru went on like this for some time, stopping only to make obscure movie references and demands for various novelty items. It is a commonly believed myth that there is a magical city by the name of 'Chicago'. Those who believe in this city- usually drug addicts and small children who want to be accountants when they grow up-Make various claims about it: That it floats through time and space, appearing once every month;That it is home to one of the world's largest towers; and that it was the title and setting for a highly successful 2002 musical. These are of course all false. Those who claim to be from Chicago are generally considered crazy and shot on sight. This is how the term "Citizen of Chacago" came to mean the same thing as "Cadaver". "We know it's you who's behind all those citizens of Chicago." Xutati snarled. "Yeah," chimed Hirun, "Lock her up!" And so they did. Meru came to a crash landing inside the jailtheatre, hearing the door lock behind her. Sighing, she moved to join the poker game in session. - - - - - - - - - - Tedie Behr paused to catch her breath. She was somewhere on the third floor, and the Crazed Killer was somewhere behind her. She was surrounded by various doors, some leading upstairs, but none leading back down to safety. Deciding to take her chances on the fourth floor, Behr rose to her feet and made her way to a large, metal door to her right. The fourth floor was extremely cold. Tedie turned corner after corner, trying to get as far away from the third floor entrance as was humanly possible. Finally, she reached a single door at the end of the hallway. It was a closet, but it'd have to do. Tedie Behr waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, she decided the killer had given up, and motioned towards the door knob. The room gave a shudder. Behr backed further into the closet, stopping only briefly to admire what a nice, roomy close it was. Ironically, as she thought this, the room got a whole lot smaller. A whole lot smaller. As the ceiling came flying downwards, Behr could only admire the decorative floral pattern adorned on the ceiling's corners. - - - - - - - - - - - The populace waited eagerly for the clock's hands to come together once more. It was becoming a rather sick sport for them. As the hands did, however, they found nobody was dying. They crowd let out a collective sigh, before the clock boomed: "THE. CK. LOVES. HALLOWEEN." The hands resumed spinning. Druki has been Snipe-Fu'd. Meru has been jailed. Tedie Behr has been Crazily Crushed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:14 pm
DAY 08 Hirun Hikari Sorry for the delay. I had trouble deciding whether to acknowledge the fact that you all voted 67 instead of 97, but said Cadet's name anyway. I went by name instead of number this round, because you mentioned a name. But from now on, get the number AND name right. Next time it will be by number and that's it.
Also, I hear some of you don't actually read the updates. Shame on you! xD We GMs work HARD to keep the material fresh and interesting, and you all just browse over it to see what happened and vote. PLEASE read the updates! It's the point of the game!
Oh, and voting now ends tomorrow at 9 PM EST. Just while I'm doing it. The day had not gone very well for Nymphie. As usual, parents treated her store as a Day Care as they shopped, leaving their kids to wander the store. Havoc ensued as a young girl, about 7 years in age, ran around the store with a fresh pack of crayons from the restaurant across the hallway, drawing all over the sky blue walls of the store. Nymphie was not happy. Considering that this was not the first time this girl had done this, Nymphie swiftly ordered the mother and daughter out of the store, but not before ordering the mom to give her money for new paint of the walls. Closing time was close anyway, so she began to close up the shop. "Ugh, I'm going to be here all night washing this off the walls," she sighed, grabbing a sponge and scraping at the walls. A person walked into the store looking for a new pair of shoes, but an associate shoved him out. An hour later, she was still scrubbing as a bullet went through the glass window of the store. A small note fell from the ceiling reading: "Get later hours. -Love, Sniper" - - - - - - - - - - Cadet Particle stood at a street corner selling Sea Salt Ice Cream in the middle of the night. Rumors had been circulating that she had been giving out ice cream which contained food poisioning, or that the ice cream really tasted like bitter sea salt, and she had not been selling well. Not to mention that she was doint this while they were trying to sleep. A group of people had finally had it. The surrounded her and dragged her down the street. "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MEEEE!?" she shrieked, unable to see their faces in the dark cold night. She assumed they were predators taking her to do deeds, so she thrashed and screeched trying to escape. She bit one of them in the hand and began to run. A man appeared in front of her, grabbed her, and quickly took her to the theatre. "Why are you doing this?!" she yelled. "Because you're the killer?" one of the group said. "...What? No! It's just real sea salt!" she argued. She stormed off to Merriweather's roulette and gambled with her ice cream. No one would eat what they won off her. Rumors, you know? Cadet was not pleased. - - - - - - - - - - "It's just a trip to the zoo," The Peanut Smuggler whistled as she dragged Inasanemonkey1230 out of the car. "Yeah, that's what you want me to think. This is all just some kind of bad joke against my nickname, isn't it?" Monkey sneered as they entered through the front gates. The monkey cage just happened to be in the front of the Zoo, and was the first place they visited. A person in costume was standing near the cage, wearing a shoddily done costume of the mascot, MoMo the Monkey. "Look at it! Isn't it cute?!" Peanut giggled. Monkey replied, "Yeah yeah, A little. But isn't it strange how they look so shocked?" "I don't know... Wanna see the tigers now?" There was no reply. The MoMo costumed person was gone too. Peanut waited an hour before calling Monkey's cell phone with no answer. She had thought Monkey had gone to see the zoo on her own or left. Having got no answer, she called Zoo Security. Ten mintues later, Monkey had been found. A store room of the zoo had been checked and they found a person dead on the ground in a costume with blood all over the walls. Monkey was a monkey costume. Monkey was right. - - - - - - - - - - Upon searching the body of the Zoo Murder, a large marking in the victim's blood was found on the inside of the costume. It was rather disgusting for forensics to analyze, considering the writing had been rushed and on the run. They deciphered it and quickly released the information to the public. "I am not edible." The CK didn't want to be eaten. Nymphie has been Payless'd. Cadet Particle has been jailed. Inasanemonkey1230 has been the victim of a horrible pun. `Christa has removed herself from the game.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:15 pm
DAY 09 Hirun Hikari GM Notes: Sorry about yesterday's update. I forgot to stick to Taka's theatre, so I added in a little bit in the jailing to try to get it to work. But now that I know, I'll stick to it. And Yes, I know I accidentally put this in the D first.<3 - - - - - - - - He'd had it. The last straw had been broken. (Not rope, yet.) The theatre had apparently lost his reservation to the play and would not let him in. Not to mention the roulette in the lobby was cheating him. He swore that girl's makeshift wheel was defective. So Phro stormed out of the Opera house to his car. As he went for his keys, he realized he had left his wonderful red leather coat inside the building, along with his keys, and stormed back in to yell harsly at the coat keeper. "I'm sorry, sir, you didn't come with a coat," the man said. "...Excuse me? YES I DID. Here's the ticket they gave me..." Phro said, digging through his pocket. "Sir, that's a parking ticket." "No, it's a coat ticket. ... Dammit, I'll get it myself." Phro walked into the closet and looked around for his coat. He found it quite quickly, what with that bright red dot on it. ...His coat didn't always have that dot. Infact, it vanished when he walked infront of the coat. Guess it was a laser pointer. Oops. "AGH GOD! MY BACK!" Phro lurched over and slowly fell to the ground, clutching the area where his heart had just been shot. He really wasn't having a good day. - - - - - - - - Kataraa knew she was suspicious. Just not this suspicous. She had hurriedly been shoved into the room which had become a makeshift jail. Merriweather had been joyfully shouting about her winnings off this one man who came in and called her table a fraud, and there was lots of "ONE MORE LAYER!" shouts from the dark corner of the room where Ismaru resided. As she sat down at the minbar in disgust, she sighed and placed an order with A Dragonflys Sin. "What'll it be?" Sin asked. "...A cola. I don't like alcohol. But I have a question." "Shoot." "NO, DON'T HURT ME!" She wasn't adjusting well. - - - - - - - - iPocky` was wandering through the dark rafters of the opera house, kicking up dust as she walked through the stale air. A walk was all they needed, and she might find a good place to hide while strolling. She remembered one important thing that was said to her before she went up... "Don't look down, it's more fun that way." Besides, she'd only be hanging some 200 feet in the air. And the bars were pretty sturdy. Were. A SNAP! noise was heard as she stepped to the area that was roped to the ceiling."Hrm? Anyone there?" she called out. Pocky assumed it was a twig. Big mistake. Twigs fall from trees. Trees do not grow in Opera houses, do they? SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Pocky suddenly said "... Breakfast cereal?". Wrong again. Blowtorch to metal bars. The rafter suddenly shifted, and Pocky was thrown to the ground. She began sliding to one side, panicing. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! french fries CREEEEK! The platform began to free fall. Pocky got to feel what zero gravity is like for the first time as she and the rafter switched places, rafter on top, and smashed into the stage. Time for maintnence. - - - - - - - - A Wii had suspiciously been left on the Lost and Found counter, and was immediatly taken away by the staff, claiming it was a suspicious package and needed to be check for bombs. Instead, they played Wii Sports, which for some odd reason, ran smoother and looked better than a regular Wii. Mod chips. But on the inside of the bullet hole printed cover of the Wii read the text from the sniper, "I am not a Mod". No mod chips? Phro has been sniped. Kataraa has problems with the Sniper. iPocky` has been crazily confused.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:16 pm
DAY 10 Hirun Hikari Reminder AS A REMINDER: INACTIVITES WILL BE COUNTED BEGINNING WITH DAY TEN. THE RULE FOR INACTIVITES IS AS FOLLOWS: Takazawa InactivesUsers all start with what we will call five inactivity points. Voting for yourself, passing, or not voting at all will each cost you one inactivity point. If you lose all five points, you will be put on the inactivity list, and all voting rights will be stripped from you. GM Notes: Gee, the voting was close for Day 9. It really looked like [Glitter.Poptart] was going to jail, but at the last minute, Anael de Ezra pulled ahead by only three votes. Too bad, though. HAPPY NEW YEAR THOUGH!~ :D
Also, sorry about the size of the update. It ran a little long today. - - - - - - - - - The stage had been closed immediatly, having been ruined by not only a body, but a large rafter as well. Like things couldn't get any worse for the dusty old opera house, having been a string of murders within and around the building. Degei had called in on a job on New Years Eve with his partner [Glitter.Poptart] to repair the stage and begin the work of an additional dressing room to the backstage. She had a restless night, but still knew what to do and what to fetch, but Degei couldn't take any mistakes as she kept bringing back the wrong size board for a new support and falling asleep with a power drill in hand, runing what was left of the stage. It was driving Degei mad. "I can't take this anymore! I quit working with you," Degei yelled, storming off into the bathroom, his voice fading off. [Glitter.Poptart] dropped the board she was carrying shocked at what he had said. She ran out into the lobby and sat down, very depressed. Degei, on the other hand, was beginning to calm down in the bathroom. He wiped his forehead, took a deep breath, splashed some water on his face, and started to relax. Click. "Hrm?" Swing. "What's that?" BLAM!Degei had redecorated the bathroom mirror with a lovely red paint he made himself. Although, he never got to see it himself. - - - - - - - - - They had 2 people. Anael de Ezra had been at the bathroom across the hall from the one where Degei was, and the disgrunted co-worker also made a good suspect. The GCDers couldn't make a decision. Then a witness came and stated that [Glitter.Poptart] had been in the lobby when the bang was heard. Oh my, it's an alibi. "Whaaat? Why would I kill anyone? I'm working to catch the killer, not be one!" Anael de Ezra was hurredly pushed into the jailtheatre as the door quickly slammed shut behind her. As she walked in, Kataraa could be seen curled up in the fetal position with A Dragonflys Sin softly talking her out of it. "Its okay! No one will get you here..." she said, turning to Ezzy, "Ugh. She's been like this all day." "Let me do this, you go serve drinks. That bunch over there is getting angry," Ezra replied. "Can't believe we're spending New Years in here," Ismaru said with a grunt, Dukes had begun something of a slot machine over near the left wall next to the bar with coin slot and all. Merumiharu was threatening to sue him calling it rigged. Looks like it was beginning to become more like a real casino. - - - - - - - - - [Glitter.Poptart] had been sitting outside for more than half an hour waiting for Degei, and finally decided to leave. She wasn't going to miss the big "New Years Eve UFO Drop" in Durem. She'd waited all year, anyway, and had been called to set up the stand for the big reflective glowing UFO model. She drove out to Durem and stood atop the clock tower (ah the memories of the plot) as she hoisted the UFO onto the cable near the large "2007" setup overtop the dial of the clock. The person who was supposed to help her showed up just as she finished putting it in place. All they had to do was the lighting. -Later that Evening- The jailees sat sharing seats, filling Sin's bar, where the TV was tuned to "Ron Bruise's Rockin New Years Eve, cohosting Brian Oceancrest" from Durem. "Come on! It's starting!" Cadet Particle yelled to the stragglers. 5! Amigo's eyes lit up. 4! Merumiharu smiled. 3! Merriweather stopped the roulette and stared at the TV. 2! Ismaru lost at strip poker again. 1! Everyone squeezed up close together. POP! The UFO split in half, confetti spilled everywhere, and everyone yelled for joy. ... Then the music stopped and the crowd fell silent. "What...?" Dukes said shocked. "OH MY GOD," Sin screamed, pointing at a spot on the screen. Something fell out of the UFO and had hit the ground. [Glitter.Poptart] had been arranged by the CK to become a nice piece of oversized-human-confetti. Happy New Year. - - - - - - - - - `p u .ri p _r ii had a pile of legal forms infront of him on the coffee table in the breakroom, all with "Name Change Form 103B-3745" at the top, thinking of what to fill in within the box labeled "Requested Name". He flipped through the pages and on Form 103B-3752, written in pencil across the whole page was "I haven't changed my name since Game XI started. -CK". "Agh! Not my paper," he mumbled, erasing it to fill in his address and reason.
Degei has been Sniped.
Anael de Ezra has been jailed.
[Glitter.Poptart] has been Crazily Confettied.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:17 pm
DAY 11 Hirun Hikari GM Notes: I went with a fun theme since the CK picked a fun kill. The opera today is a spoof of the old film, "The King and I". Oh, and I hate doing inactivites. XD It takes a while to do.
EDIT: AGH. TOASTIE WAS PROTECTED AND I FORGOT. She's not dead, everyone! <3 I'll fix it!
DOUBLE EDIT: No voting NOR accusing in the VOTING thread when you are dead or jailed. Take it to a THREAD. - - - - - - - - - - Since Theartre One had been closed due to becomming a dump, what with both people called to repair it killed, and Theatre 3 being used as a wonderful jailtheatre, Heart Shaped Toastie's performance, "Le pain grillé et l'I (The Toast And I)" had no choice but to be in the remaining Theatre 2. The crowd, all dressed up, piled into the less than roomy seating, and Buzzkid24 proceeded to his lovely balcony seat. He felt very powerful, sitting above everyone and having one of the best seats in the house. He could see everything. Buzz watched as Toastie sang her heart out to "Act II, Votre Toast, Je Peux Vois Le Rendre 'Song of the Toreador", closing his eyes as the music floated through the air. He then opened his eyes and gazed over the room, he saw on the other side of the room, the other balcony, seating a person in a dark cloak with a suspicous package. He quickly yelled "... SNIPE--!" and fell over the balcony, bleeding between the eyeballs, exit wound through the back of the head. Time for an Intermission. - - - - - - - - - - "SHE DID IT! LOOK AT THE BLOOD ON HER SHIRT!" a woman cried out, pointing at `Aine Chievious. "You moron, that's a pattern! It's red ink!" `Aine shouted back at the woman. "But....! But!" "...And besides. The sniper uses bullets from long distances. The blood spray wouldn't reach." The woman stared at Aine with an embarassed look on her face. "You're so unruly! PUT HER IN JAIL!" "...wha...?" One second, Aine was looking at the lady with confusion, and the next at the inside of the of the jailtheatre. "ARRGGH." Aine gave up and just went to play with Meru and Dukes in now Blackjack, where the 2 were currently engauged in an arguement over the earlier game of Clue. - - - - - - - - - - Taking this intermission to the fullest, Heart Shaped Toastie retreated to her dressing room to study up on her lines for her next song "Act III, Vorte Toast, Si j'étais un en forme de coeur pain griller (If I were a Heart Shaped Toast)". Her makeup artist scurried quickly into the room to do some touchups, since they wanted Toastie to be flawless throughout the entire show. They opened a small compact and began to add some powder to her face, but the compact was empty. "Oh shoot. I'll go fetch another. Be right back!" The artist left the room and came back minutes later with a brand new compact and opened it. Immediatly, they swapped it out and began to act. They pretended to have a disgusted look on their face and asked a question. "Smell this makeup for me. ... It's odd." Suddenly, someone burst through the door. "DON'T SMELL THAT! IT'S CHLOROFORM!" yelled the G-Teamer, comming to save Toastie, having watched the artist taint the makeup. The CK dashed out of the room quickly, dropping the compact as they ran. The G-teamer raced down the hallway into the lobby of Theatre 2. The CK then quickly hid among the crowd. The G-Teamer had lost track of them. - - - - - - - - - - Having the Buzz incident been cleaned up and the show planned to resume, the audience proceeded to file back into their seats, unknowing of the sniper among them. At that moment, the Sniper suddenly bellowed out his clue of "There's not a lot of space here, huh?" chuckling as they sat down. No one knew it was a clue, but the toast served at the door tasted good. Sourdough bread with a nice dark red jam. The jam wasn't very fruity, though. Buzzkid24 has been Sniped `Aine Chievious has been Jailed Heart Shaped Toastie has been protected by G-Team!
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:18 pm
DAY 12 Hirun Hikari GM Notes: Terribly sorry about the delay. I got yanked off the computer just as I completed tallying and so I didn't have the time to sneak back on to do the update on the schedule. But, at last Taka'll be comming back so our schedule can be out of whack anyway?~ <3 - - - - - - - - - - Lady Rai was preparing the set for the show to go on the stage and fooling around with her friends and others who had volunteered. They had been instructed to bring out the props and place them in areas where they could be easily grabbed for use on the stage and set changes. The opera planned was a tragedy, "A Summer in Winter", where the main character shoots his lover with a gun (the prop was a real gun with blanks) and how he sings of his regret. They placed out the couch and lamp post to the left and continued creating the rest of the props. After finishing painting, Rai began to put up one of the walls when one of the volunteers pointed out that Rai had forgotten some fake blood on the wall. She quickly ran over and grabbed a red paintbrush and began flicking the spray onto the wall. She then promptly slumped over and covered it with her real blood. One of the workers, seeing this as odd, came over and asked Rai what was wrong. Rai didn't respond. She had been sniped through the neck. Unfortunately, this also left a pretty nice bullet hole through the prop too. - - - - - - - - - - Anael, `Aine and Sin were having a good chat when Aine was quickly cut off by the sound of The Insider being thrown into the jail. "Oh boy, another bad catch," Anael commented. The jailtheatre had been completely converted to a working improved casino at long last, with penny slot machines, the bar completed, realisitic looking card shark tables, and everyone had planned out a uniform to wear once they could find supplies to make them. As The Insider entered, he was immediatly greeted by Merriweather and instructed to go to Dukes' card table and lose as much money as he can, yet the money part was said very quietly. Amigo_amigo_amigo had promised himself that he would never play cards with Dukes again, but was having a hard time keeping to it. - - - - - - - - - - Egotistical Moose was at the consession stand ordering a bucket of popcorn with extra butter. Ego's Minion had been dragged along to watch, and was really only there to hopefully see a murder. He had heard about the recent string of homicides, and wanted to see if he could catch a few glimpses before they caught the killers. Ego was there just to make mean comments about the show later. "Wouldn't it be funny if one of us got killed?" the Minion asked. Ego stared glaringly at them. "I'd prefer that not to happen." "But seriously! You'd get your name in the paper for it and everything." "... I can't insult people and tell them to sex stuffed animals if I'm dead." "...Good point." As Ego turned around with her popcorn to enter the theatre, her head was immediatly taken off by a blast of hot buttery oil. She fell over in the buttery pool and made orange butter. The machine had jammed making the next batch, aimed directly at Ego. Suspicious. "I always said that popcorn would get to me one day. Guess I was wrong." Ego's Minion tried to turn a bad situation into a good one. - - - - - - - - - - "Hey, why is it that somehow, we seem to wind up with a casino?" Sin asked Anael, who had ordered a tall glass of sprite. "What?" Anael replied, "What the crap are you talking about?" "Well.. you see, Game X had a casino, Game IV had Game's casino... and well..." "Game? Huh?" "...What are we talking about again?" Sin was cut off by the sound of The Insider losing for the third time. His hand had gotten a card which was the 3 of Cats. Written on it was "I don't meow. -CK", but Dukes still wouldn't accept it as a real card. Insider got fed up and threw the card across the room into Cadet's soda. Cadet then went and chased Insider around the room. Lady Rai has been Sniped The Insider has been Jailed. Egotistical Moose has been Crazily Buttered.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:19 pm
DAY 13 Disjecta (Takazawa) Uta Arashi licked her lips. Puri purii was aimlessly running around in the Opera house foyer. Uta loved a moving target. She had chosen today to test her new bolonium gun, a wicked device that would inject roughly two tonnes of boloney directly into her victim's heart. However, the sniper had other plans. They stopped what they were doing to face Uta, who was now checking the settings on her beloved meat shover. They let the crosshairs come to rest on her temple. There was only one true killer in this Opera house, and Uta wasn't it. The shot rang through the hall. Uta fell from her hiding place, with the bolonium gun falling just above her. It is a commonly known fact that all objects fall at roughly the same speed. Except for bolony. Bolony's unnatural properties cause it to exert a supergravitational effect that causes it to fall faster than most objects. This is why Uta, who was still alive as she fell, was punctured in the heart by her own Bolonium gun in mid-air. The gods of irony were having a royal laugh right now. - - - - - - - - - - "Why me?" Vlad stuttered. "Because," Moonie exclaimed, obviously thinking the answer was obvious, "ALL killers have three names. Jack-The-Ripper. Mark-David-Chapman. Lee-Harvey-Oswald. Um." "Charles-The-Manson" Nantooski chimed. "Exactly, so Vlad D. Tepes just fits." Vlad was thrown into a new theatre, because the old one had gotten noisy. This one at least had some nice facilities, although it was very dark. "Oh well," he sighed to himself, "At least I'm not a citizen of Chicago." - - - - - - - - - - Shoy was enjoying a martini when he felt a message being pushed into his skin. Since he was dead, it was quite easy to shove objects through his rotting flesh and into his empty ribcage. Because of this, he had become a sort of vault for other people to store things, and no longer bothered to check what people were inserting into where his organs used to be. For this reason, he never read the note that had been pushed into him, which read: "I regularly converse with the dead. <3 The sniper." Uta Arashi has been crazily served justice by the sniper. Vlad D. Tepes has been Jailed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:20 pm
DAY 14 Disjecta (Takazawa) Sellophane
Mister Sellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Sellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Selly was alone again. He had been planning to meet a group of people with the same name as him, so they could go on a killing spree. But he was running behind, and they had left without them. "Oh well," he muttered to himself, "Better late then Heathers. The sniper was meanwhile watching him through the teloscopic vision, humming idly to themself. Sellophane never noticed the bullet. Apparently nobody else did either. Selly fell to the floor, as the pool of blood spread around his head. People continued walking past. Some walked directly over him without noticing. It wasn't until zombie Shoy came looking for his missing Chicago soundtrack did he notice it lodged in Selly's head. - - - - - - - - - - In death uta had passed her rampant creativity on to the remaining people int he Opera House. As an outlet for this, they started creating more and more wild jails for the suspects. Today, Game had completed her piece dé resistance. "Spongebob squarepants?" Subliminal Retard was mightily annoyed. "You are NOT jailing me inside Spongebob!" "I'ts perfect," Game explained, "It's porous so you can breath, it's rectangular like a normal cell, and it plays the Spongebob Squarepants song over and over, which should prove torturous enough." It was an ingenious jail. With some force, they heaved Retard into the giant cartoon character, and turned on the music. Thanks to advanced sound isolation, all the could hear was his banging against the walls in primal fear. For perfect sound isolation, choose Vivendi. The experts in sound. If I keep getting these sponsorships, I can retire by the end of the month. =DMr. Sellophane has been sniped. Subliminal Retard has been jailspongbob'd.
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