Welcome to Gaia! :: GCD Sniper Game - We've Been Sniped! Guild? Suspicious!

Again, the GCDers surrounded a figure, chattering, yelling, shouting, bickering, and generally making a ruckus.

"SUSPICIOUS!"
"Come on, she claimed to be the Newsreporter."
"And the G-Team!"
"Don't forget, she ADMITTED she was the Sniper!"
"She could have been lying to look innocent."
"Who does something stupid like THAT?!"
"Well, she DID start that alliance thing."
"SUSPICIOUS!"

Or was it?

Regardless, the GCDers shoved Nymphiedora into jail with korikun.

"Here, have a harmonica!"

Someone chucked a harmonica into the jail cell, hitting her square in the face with a loud "thunk."

Quickly, they all filed out of the jail, muttering and murmuring, confident they truly HAD caught the Sniper. But then again... There was always a chance...




---That Night---

Now they all lay down to sleep,
And pray to Lanzer their gold to keep.
For if they'd die before they'd wake,
A random n00b, their gold, would take.


The form of a friendly woodland creature was silouetted against the night's full moon. It's hooves made soft snapping and crunching noises against the snow, leaving cloven footprints behind.

A shot rang out.

The woodland creature, now seen to be an almost human form, slumped and fell over in the snow. Another shadowy figure approached from the woods, carrying a plaque of some sort, along with a... saw?

The next part is almost too gory to describe... But I will.
The shadowy figure, or, as could be seen by the still-smoking gun at it's side, the Sniper, took out the saw and began to sever the dead body's head at the neck. When finished, a hammer and nails were produced, and the head was mounted upon the plaque.
The sniper sat back, admiring it's work. What a beautiful buck! The Sniper could see how deer hunters took such pleasure in hunting. But the Sniper had a taste for more... Human blood. Just as the Sniper was about to take off with it's prize, likely going to mount the head in it's house, it heard a sound coming from the village. The Sniper dropped the head and the saw, and ran off into the night, leaving behind a scene of gore.

The GCDers filed out of their houses, somewhat groggily, upon hearing the shot. Slowly, they surrounded the scene, already knowing another of their kind had been killed.
"What the S---?!"
"It's horrific! They mounted his head like a deer!"
"Poor Legend! He was such a nice little faun!"

A GCDer approached from the crowd and injected Legend's head with the G-Virus. The head's eyes opened, rolled around, and then focused on the GCDers. It then began to speak... In a very groggy and choked-sounding voice. The brains of this one had been spared, but it seemed that the vocal cords had been severed. Uck.

Mumbles could be heard elsewhere.
"G-Team, guarding the wrong houses AGAIN."
"Another one bites the dust."
"What do we do with him?"
"Iunno. I don't want him."
"Let's hang him on a wall somewhere!"
"Where?"
"How about aMus's house? He can keep her company."
"Yea! Great idea!"


And so it was.
aMus, meanwhile, was making a snowman out of the bloody snow, covering Legend's body. Upon completion, (Three arms and all) she picked up the bullet shell from the ground and gnawed it in half. One half she placed upon the finger/stick of the bloody snowman, and the other upon her own ring finger. The wedding song was mumbled in an off-key manner. Grinning happily, aMus embraced her new husband-bloody-snowman.


Nymphiedora has been sent to jail, and Legend has been shot!

"I wanna be the lead singer!"
Nymphiedora pouted.

"Well, I'm playing the harmonica. Someone else has to play it, too."
korikun waved the harmonica in front of the other two.

Three figures sat on the floor of the jail cell, bickering. The newest occupant seemed to be the one arguing with Nymphie.

"I wanna sing. So there. I have a better voice."

"No way!" Nymphie protested. "You two guys can play, and let the girl sing!"

"But I want to be the singer. The singer always gets the attention!"
gthb pouted back at Nymphie, while korikun sat in the corner, fiddling with his harmonica. About to say something, korikun looked up, then stared, mouth agape.

"How about this."
A new, deeper, meaner-sounding voice spoke.

"How about you guys let me sing, or I'll give you all the attention you could ever ask for?"

The other three responded hastily in unison.

"YES BUBBA!"

Thus, the jailcell band of Bubba and the Pansies was born, consisting of Bubba as the lead singer, and korikun, Nymphiedora, and gthb on backup.



----Later That Night----

The Sniper sat in a tree just outside it's victim's house, balanced on an outstretching limb, taking careful aim through the window. It's finger sat poised on the trigger, slowly tensing, waiting to take the shot...

A squirrel decided that it didn't quite like this new intruder on it's home. Charging in all it's squirrely fury, it ran into the rump of the Sniper and delivered a satisfying chomp.

The Sniper, however, did not find the chomp as satisfying as did the squirrel. It flew out of the tree, somehow managing to crash through the roof of his victim's house, directly on top of his sleeping victim.

The victim, obviously, woke up.

Glancing around, the Sniper desperately looked for something to kill the victim with. Finding nothing of use...
Aha! That would work!

The Sniper, taking advantage of the bedsheets, further wrapped its victim in them. It then dragged him over to the toilet, stuck his head in the bowl, and sat on him. Within a few minutes of sitting and flushing, the victim was dead; drowned.
Let us all hope Orionn does not go by the rule of 'If it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down.'

Several minutes later, a shot was heard, and the Sniper was gone.


The GCDers, used to the frequent midnight awakenings at this point, filed out of their houses and aimed for the house with the broken window. Upon discovering Orionn's drowned body at the toilet, several GCDers made snickering comments about 'worshipping the porcelain God.'

"But where's the bullet hole? I heard a shot!"

A brief search was conducted while Orionn was injected with the Virus. He awakened, but seemed to be rather... Braindead. He was unable to speak beyond grunts.

Eventually, the GCDers gave up the search for the bullet.
On the way out, however, someone tripped over the body of a squirrel with a large hole in its head.

----Even Later That Night----

[Kimblee] lay in her bed, trying very hard to fall asleep. She couldn't shake the feeling that the Sniper...
No. She wouldn't think about that.
She rolled over onto her back, listening to the sounds of the world around her. They formed a sort of rhythm...
The dripping sink, the 'reeting' crickets, her own heartbeat...

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gthb has been voted off, and Orionn has been killed! [Kibmlee] is unable to finish the game!

"Superdookie! We know you're in there!"
The GCDers banged on her door, prepared to cart her away.
"Come on! Get out of there! There's no use hiding, Superdookie, we know it was you!"
Someone in the back mumbled to himself.
"Or do we?"

A crash was heard, and through a now-broken window in the back of the house jumped a cloaked figure, carrying a gun. The Sniper.

"GET HER!"
The GCDers took off, chasing the Sniper.
"We've got her now! SUPERDOOKIE! Get back here! We know it's you! You can't run!"

But run she did. Superdookie took off, heading for Durem. The GCDers trailed behind... All that could, anyway. Legend's head was being carried by someone, and [Q], eyeless and mostly brainless, was taking part in the hunt as well. Perhaps it was instinctual for him...
The chase had started in Barton, was heading for Durem, and had already reached midway through Barton West Field. One or two people had fallen behind, unable to keep up due to fatigue or an over-abundance of items.
By the time the pack had reached the Durem Reclimation Facility, over half the GCDers had given up, leaving only a handfull. The Sniper was losing ground, and by the time they had passed the Reclimation Facility and entered Durem City limits, they were on her heels.

: biggrin ONG!::
The Clock Tower sounded, shaking the ground beneath them.

: biggrin ONG!::
The Sniper gained ground, heading for the base of the Clock Tower.

: biggrin ONG!::
The Sniper reached the tower and began to climb.

: biggrin ONG!::
The Sniper, already halfway up the tower, glanced down below her. The hood of the cloak fell away, revealing that it was, indeed, Superdookie. The GCDers were gathered around the base.

: biggrin ONG!::
The tower shook, and despite Superdookie's best efforts to hang on, the vibrations were too much, and she... Let go. As she fell, two GCDers tore off their clothes, revealing G-Team costumes.
"We'll save you!"
Inchwermy and Soka Korusaki stood at the base, arms open and waiting, capes flapping in the wind.

: biggrin ONG!::
The Sniper fell into the crowd, and there was a flurry of movement before the crowd backed away.

Silence.
Six chimes of the bell, one for each victim.

At first, it was unclear what had happened. Both Soka and Inchwermy were standing back, looking horrified. The Sniper lay on the ground, blood running down her head and cheeks, either dead or unconcious. But her body didn't look like it had suffered the effects of a massive fall... The wound on her head looked like someone had inflicted it...

In the end, it was ultimately decided that it was [Q] that had done her in. Blind, mute, brainless, and largely disfigured, the WereZombie hadn't given up his sense of smell. He could smell his mutilator -- Smell her fear.
The dent on his own head made it clear that he had smashed his head into hers, either killing her or rendering her unconcious.

She stirred.

Superdookie sat up, glaring at the others, then bursting into tears that mixed with the blood on her cheeks.
"THE MARSHMALLOW! Damnit, it was the MARSHMALLOW! HE MADE ME DO IT!"
She pointed to the marshmallow atop her head.
"And I--"

The ground... Broke open?
Up popped the heads of all the GCDers that had been jailed, Bubba included. Bubba was the first to speak.
"This doesn't look like Palm Springs!"
Nymphie took out a map and pointed at it.
"I KNEW we shoulda taken that left turn at Albaquerque!"

The GCDers, Sniper included, looked on with astonishment.
Korikun waved a spoon in the air, while Merumiharu glared at the others.
"I TOLD you the old 'steal-the-keys-while-the-Warden-is-sleeping-by-using-the-dog' trick would have been easier."
Cadbury pouted. "My Tutu's ruined."
Gthb glanced at Pinky, who was trying very hard to sneak away from Bubba without anyone noticing.
"Hey Bubba! Your wittle Ducky's getting away!" Gthb snickered.
"MY DUCKY!" Bubba reached out and grabbed the miserable Pinky, squeezing her.

"Uh, guys, we're kinda in the middle of something..."
[Forget.Me.Not.] got pretty close to making the gonk face.

The Jailed GCDers glanced around, spotting Superdookie. "Oh."

Superdookie continued to ramble.
"Yes, I DID IT! I killed them!"

[Forget.Me.Not.], the Newsreported grinned. "Told you!"

Superdookie glared.
"And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that pesky Newsreporter! Oh yea, and that ZOMBIE, too!"

[Q]'s nonexpressive face looked pleased.


----Later That Night----

Superdookie was found dead in her padded jail cell. Cause of death?
She choked on a marshmallow.

"OH SNAPZ! OH SNAPZ! IS THE SNIPER!"
"Haha. Very funny. I'm not. Now please, get your paws off of me!"

OH SNAPZ! was thrown into the jail cell with Grey and Duke. Grey was off in the corner, his chest bandaged. He looked to be in pain. Duke was sitting on the bunk, examining the new arrival. A dopey smile crept across his face. Grey winced.

"Another one! Another friend for me to love!"

Grey looked sick, and OH SNAPZ! looked rather uneasy.

"I will hug him, and squeeze him, and call him George! I HAD another George, but he don't move much anymore..."

He guestured to Grey, who prompty played dead.
Duke advanced on OH SNAPZ!, picking him up and giving him a bone-crushing bear hug.
The snapping bones could be heard from the Warden's desk, as could OH SNAPZ!'s screams.


----Not Long After----

The GCDers milled away from the jail, heading for their respective houses, chatting, laughing, and perhaps flirting more than usual. Upon arriving at their houses, each GCDer was delighted to find a heart-shaped box awaiting them on their doorstep. Ahh, Valentine's day, and the generosity of the GCD! How wonderful it was!

Inside each box was a single piece of chocolate filled with something red and interesting tasting. It wasn't exactly a cherry, but it kind of had the juicy stuff the chocolate covered cherries always have. Whatever it was, covered in chocolate, tasted good, if not slightly metallic.

The GCDers went on their merry way, convinced, as always, they had caught the Sniper.
That is, until they found Maran's body.

It was, as always, a bloody scene. This one, however, induced vomiting.
Maran had a gaping hole in her chest in the shape of a heart, which, upon investigation, was discovered to be the hole through which her heart had been removed. The once-beating organ, however, was nowhere to be found.

Carved across her stomach was a message.
"Happy Valentine's Day!"

Gory, the scene was, yes. But that was not what induced vomiting in many of the GCDers. What did, was what was sitting just beside the body:
A cutting board, an empty heart-shaped box, a chocolate fondue set, and a tiny piece of heart still stuck upon one of the fondue forks.

Hannibal, eat your heart out.


OH SNAPZ! has been jailed, and Maran has been killed.

As the newest 'George' entered the cell, he was met with a flurry of feathers and a sudden "WHOMP" to the head.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"

Druki grabbed a pillow and joined in. Aiming for the largest one, Druki headed for Duke, who promptly smacked him in the face so hard with the pillow he was slammed into the wall behind him. His DJ's flew off and landed on Duke's head.

"Oooh. Music..."

Duke began to dance, twirling and leaping with amazing grace. He managed to pull off a quadruple pirouette, finishing with a stunning leap into a split. Who knew Duke was a ballerina? (Excuse me, Cavalier.)

Druki looked confused. "Erm... Those are just the headphones, there's no actual musi--

"DUKE LIKE PRETTY MUSIC."

Someone smacked Druki with a pillow from behind. Another person smacked IflanaNifi's head, upsetting the grunny, who began to tear apart the pillows, sending more feathers flying.

Duke, meanwhile, was doing an excellent job of performing some expert ballet moves and beating the... Tar... out of the others with his pillow, at the same time.



---Later That Night---

::BLAM!::

"Something's not right."
"There's a hole in her head, but no blood."
"She looks... Odd."

Indeed, the girl's body DID look somewhat... Odd. Her long, brown, curly, luxurious locks cascaded down her shoulders and onto the ground she lay on. Her shirt was ripped down the center, and her stockings were torn. Her skin was extremely pale, as if she'd been drained of blood. Even her lips were near-white. Her face looked oddly distorted... Almost... Bloated. Her legs and arms, too, were misshapen, seeming to lack joints and posessing slight bulges where there shouldn't have been bulges. Her eyes were open, staring, seeming almost glassy and unreal. The hole in her head was bloodless, and almost seemed to be--

Someone screamed, and the sound of vomit hitting the ground could be heard.

In the snow, some 40 feet away from her body, lay another body. Or... Her body, again.

Blood. Blood was everyewhere, as always, but never as much as this. The bright red staining the snow was so prominent that it was a suprise they had found her other body first. She'd been skinned. Every piece of skin had been carefully removed from her body, keeping intact every layer of bone, muscle, tissue, and fat. Even her lips had been carefully removed, never removing more than just the skin. Her muscles were all plainly visible, showing where she had been active, and where not. She was the perfect example of human anatomy, down to every last detail. Her body lay in a position of agony, and judging from the marks in the snow, she'd been writhing in pain.

The GCDers returned to the first body. Someone opened her torn jacket, revealing sewn seams down her chest and thighs, across her ankles, wrists, fingers, arms, and neck, as well as the back of the head.
She'd been skinned alive. While the dummy posessed a bullet hole, through which bits of fiberfill and snow was poking, the other body posessed no hole. She'd been skinned and left to die, while her skin was being sewn and stuffed like a toy, eyes replaced with glass beads.

Someone out of the crowd had the nerve to make a snide remark.



"Anyone want a Sabishii Hitotsu plushie?"

Druki has been voted off, and Sabishii Hitotsu has been plushified.

The GCDers surrounded the next jail victim, arms outstretched to pick her up and throw her in jail. As they closed in, she looked up and--

"Hey. Uh. I'm busy narrating. Can you not crowd around me while I'm writing your update? No, seriously, guys. I need to write the update. Stop-- GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"

The GCDers picked Zaeyde up, and--

"HEY! PUT ME DOWN! I need to write thi-- Oh sh--. You voted me out? But that's... That's impossible! I'm the NARRATOR. See? I'm writing the story. Watch."

They carried her over to the jail cell, and gently placed her on the ground.

"Look, guys. you can't vote me off. It's not fair! I mean, come on. I'm WRITING the story! And without me, the game simply cannot continue!"

A GCDer shouted out from the crowd. "But you kept the game going when you weren't on the list! How come you can't continue now?"

"Hey! I didn't write that! Wait! Well. Uhm. See. If you vote me off, then the game... ends. See? And you don't want that to happen, do you?"

The GCDer shook their head. "No... I guess not. We want the game to keep going. Right?"

Another GCDer stood up. "She means she's the SNIPER! It can't go on, 'cause it ends when we find the Sniper, and Zae's it!"

"Where'd that second GCDer come from?! I didn't write that! I'm NOT THE SNIPER!"

Zaeyde stood up. A shotgun fell out from her sleeve.

"Wait! That's not mine! That's IMPOSSIBLE! I DIDN'T WRITE THAT! Damnit, I'M THE NARRATOR!"

A GCDer stood up and grinned. "No, You're the SNIPER. And we win!"


The universe was destroyed, due to the extreme amount of paradoxes and impossibilities. Congratulations, GCDers. You won the game, but you destroyed the universe.

"Alright, people. Club's open again tonight, and there better not be any deaths. Understand? Everyone's in their usual spots. Illidian, Professor, and Game: I want you ALL in that body paint room. There better not be any red 'paint' in there tonight. I mean it. At least one of you in there at a time!"

They nodded.

"And Buzzkid, since you're the new one here, you're on kitchen duty. Now go maky me a sammich."

The warden looked smug, then sat down in his chair and made himself comfortable. "Get moving! I want this place sparkling for tonight."

The jailbirds, Selinda included, all grabbed their toothbrushes and began to clean.


---Later That Night---

Club Um was doing fantastically. Music, dancing, bodypaint, and great food, as well as some kareoke. Suddenly, in through the door walked...

Zaeyde?!

The club went silent.
"But... We thought you were dead!"
"Oh my GOD! You're a ZOMBIE!"
"..She was already a zombie."
"But she was dead!"

Zaeyde smiled. "April Fool's! I wasn't actually dead. Takes more than a bullet to kill me! I wanted to wait until today to reveal myself."

Someone ran up and hugged her. "So glad to see you back!"

She smiled, then frowned. "Well. I have something to tell you... See, I couldn't help myself. I HAD to play the Sniper, again. And if my name was on the list, then you'd NEVER guess! And I was gonna win... But I just couldn't do it to you guys. Sorry. So... I'm the Sniper. Game over! Sign-ups are next Saturday."

There was a silence, then some nervous laughter, that died out quickly. They. Were. Pissed.

"Dude. Twice in a row? That's NOT cool."
"Yea. We're not playing for you to be the Sniper. Cut it out!"

Zaeyde looked crestfallen. "Waiit. I have something else I want to say."

She pulled her rifle out from behind her back. "See? Here's my rifle. I AM the Sniper. But..."
She pulled out a small sheet of paper and glanced at it.
"Ahh, right here, on the list. Ok. That's... AGCourtney."

She raised the gun, aimed, and fired.

The GCDers all rushed to AGCourtney's side. She was... Dead.
When the GCDers turned to yell at Zaeyde, she was gone.

A white mask lay on the floor, with something scrawled upon it.

"April Fool's. It's not over yet."

::KnockKnockKnock::
"Just a second!"

Jacki Jinx shook her head. She'd been waiting all day for this grilled cheese sandwich, and she wasn't going to be interrupted now.

::KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK::
"Wait!"

Bread goes into toaster, and... *click*

::KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK::
"Oh, for the love of L0cke!"

She stormed over to the door and opened it, and was faced with...
A hoard of GCDers.

"Come on, Jinx! We've figured you out! We know you're the Crazed Killer!"

Jinx froze.
"Oh... Sh--."

She backed up and grabbed the toaster, aiming it at the GCDers.
"You'll never take me alive!"

The toaster launched the now flaming toast at the GCDers, smacking two in the face.

"HA!"

She backed up, tripped over the cord, and landed in the bathtub that happened to be full of water and directly behind her.

::ZZTTTZZTTITTTZZT::

She staggered out, hair frizzier than normal.
Still clutching the toaster, she grinned at the GCDers.

"Dacapita oooofff Gambeeeno ish... My mom. Dacapita of Durem iisshh... NorfDakota."

One GCDer glanced at the other, blinking. "North Dakota? Where's that?"
The other shrugged. "Never heard of it."
One giggled. "We have nothing to worry about now. She fried her brain! She's gone loony."

A GCDer removed his ball and chain and clapped it onto her ankle. Another removed her shackles and clamped them onto her wrists.

"Hey. Look!"
One GCDer opened her closet, and a cascade of present boxes tumbled out.
"Looks like we've found our Crazed Killer."
"Yep. One down, one to go."

The GCDers left the house, content.

---A Little Later---

Viper paced his jail cell, his snake slithering behind him.
"No one new? That'sssss no good. I'm hungrrrrry."
He eyed Padme.

"No! Please! I want to live!"
She got down on her knees. "I beg you for my life! Please! Don't kill me!"

Viper paused, then knelt down by the wall, closer to her. He took on an almost caring... sympathetic even, tone.
"Do you truly value your life?"

Padme nodded, tears in her eyes.
"Give me one reason to keep you alive."

Padme opened her mouth, then closed it, dumbstruck. She was being given a chance! What would she say? "I--"

Viper's snake shot out and bit her in the neck, then began dragging her under the bars.
"Too late. And I was hungry."

---Later That Night---

"Dacapita oooof Aekea ishh da rock. Dacapita ooooooof my toaster issss tubesocks."
Jinx made her way through the middle of town, very, very slowly, dragging her ball and chain as she went. She rambled on and on, making little sense, aimlessly wandering.
"Decapita ooooooof da rifle isshhh... Your head."

She turned and looked directly at Roy Salamandra.
::BLAM::

Roy Salamandra slumped over, a hole in his head, now pouring blood.
They may have found and incapacitated the Crazed Killer, but the Sniper was still loose... And watching.


Jacki Jinx, the Crazed Killer, has been voted off, and Roy Salamandra has been sniped. Hids, thezoster, and Sylfaen have been removed due to inactivity.

Padme poked her head into the jail cell.

"So. This is Jail? It seems kind of... Dull."

Chyaku Norisu jumped off the bed, ran over to Padme, and roundhouse kicked her in the head.
Just before she passed out, he said "The first rule of Jail is you do not talk about jail," in a spitting tone.

He turned to the two other jailbirds.
"You two. Fight."

Bellecat and Tweak began to fight.

Somehow, they both wound up knocked out, with Chyaku Norisu as the winner... Yet he hadn't moved.
Huh.


---Later That Night---


"A carnival! Guys, a carnival is in town!"

Indeed, a carnival had pulled into town and was open for buisness.
The sideshow freaks included a living, bloody snowman, a person who had been gutted and stuffed, and someone with arms where legs should have been, and legs where arms should have been. There was even a zombified head on a plaque that was... Still alive.

Games were sparse, though. There was only an old dunking booth and a target shoot.
They even needed a volunteer for the dunking booth. Happily, Bassken Lake Monster volunteered. Water was, after all, his specialty.

::BLAM!::
::BLAM!::
::BLAM!::

"Whee! This is fun!"
One GCDer was happly shooting away at the target, making several bulls-eyes. He was rewarded with a ratty stuffed grunny.

::Splash!:


"AARRGGHH-BbbBblbllbbBllulbbllBBbLLbbaaaaAaAAAaa!"

"Whee! I won! I won! I dunked Bassken! What do I-- Ohmygod."

A GCDer had indeed dunked Bassken into the tub of water at the dunking booth.
But, as it was quickly becoming apparent, it was not water in the tub.

It was acid.

Bassken was quickly dissolved.

An evil laugh was heard, and the carnival train took off, leaving behind the target shoot and dunking booth.

"GUYS! The target booth! Look behind the target!"

The GCDers pulled the target away, and Ozymanthus sat there, riddled with bullet holes, tied to a chair.

This time, the killers were the GCDers.

A final glance to the departing carnival train revealed that several GCDers had been taken away.
Isil Helyanwe, Childofthemoon, Gambol, and Taver Char were the newest sideshow freaks.



Padme Potter of Hobbiton has been voted off, Ozymanthus has been shot, and Bassken Lake Monster has been killed. Isil Helyanwe, Childofthemoon, Gambol, and Taver Char have been removed due to inactivity.