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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:10 pm
The Glorious Record of the Amazing Game that was Game XXXI
Final Memberlist
000. Desdemona Winchcombe001. `Aine Chievious 002. Chikorin Moonie003. the.Blue.Iris004. Outsider 101005. Kimilia (2, 3, 4)006. Haven_gal007. Hatmaster 008. Triskellion009. Help The Bombardier010.Bellecat011. -_Sanity Eater_- 012. Merriweather (3)013. Shadow_Articuno014. heavensdark (4) 015. Fatal Fenrix016. Heart Shaped Toastie 017. Luna Amatista 018. Mylian (2)019. [Moseley] (2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)020. Nymphiedora021. Ginji of Thunder022. Ismaru the Windsoul (1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) 023. Sibeiko024. Roy Salamandra 025. Vlad D. Tepes (2)026. Cherry Ave (3, 4) 027. ~Creative~Chaos~ (3) 028. Unphotographable029. L Y Z Z A C I O U S` DB (4) 030. The Sexy G 031. Suki Whiteangel 032. Vanillaplatypus 033. Ardent Fang (1)034. mirokuman123 (2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9) 035. flamingdove036. Azrael Makar 037. Lady Rai 038. Draconissa (2)039. Alpha the White (2)040. Sky BIue (2)041. o 3-y 042. A Dragonflys Sin v2 (1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
043. The White Cat (1, 2, 3)044. Emo_Pirate045. Derrai046. z o e o z (2, 3, 4)047. Respectful Rhino (2)048. Fortenra Askasa049. gamerguy121 (2)050. Sheena Ayame (1, 2, 3)051. koritsimou (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) 052. tedie behr 053. gute nacht mond 054. buzzkid24055. Ei-Kichi St Alth056. TootsieFruity(1, 2)057. HirunHikari058. Amayatar059. `Kashi
060. lkul_hashi (3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)SnipedVigilante'd JailedInactive
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:13 pm
DAY 1 It was a beautiful spring afternoon, the sun beaming down on the sea causing it to sparkle like a diamond. A huge cruise ship loomed over the harbor where all the GCDers had gathered together, their hearts filled with the hopes of a good and peaceful time.
"This was a great idea," One GCDer said to another, her hand gripping her suitcase tighter with excitement as the Longevity pulled into port.
"I know, right? All this time killing each other repeatedly, but we've never given ourselves some time to kick back and enjoy each other's company." The other GCDer beamed. "Why, just think of all the time we have lost!"
"The vow we made never to kill again was a great plan."
"Oh, yes. Nobody is going to die on this ship. No sir. I mean, it's even called 'Longevity' and everything!"
"Why did I just get a flashback from the beginning of Titanic?"
"Hey, shut up, you debbie downer!"
"Is this everyone?" A woman in a pirate captain's cloak called, stepping out before the gangplank with a winning smile. It was just a costume, probably, but it looked rather impressive.
"We're all accounted for," the group of 60 GCDers called back.
"Very well then! I am Desdemona Winchcombe, your Captain for the duration of this cruise. All aboard for the Voyage of your lives!" She eyed the group suspiciously as they began to clamber up the gangplank. "And I understand you've all sworn off of killing anyone?"
"That's right, Cap'n! Well, I haven't ended anyone in an entire week!" A GCDer exclaimed proudly, sticking out his hand toward the captain. The other GCDers applauded and gave encouraging nods. Captain Des eyed the hand and took it, receiving a hearty handshake. "Err, good job, man, you're an inspiration to us all."
She waited until everyone was aboard.
"We'll be shoving off now. Everyone will please feel free to enjoy music and a buffet on the main deck, while I go off and sail this tub. Go ahead and contact me or any worker on the ship if you need any assistance."
And with that, Captain Des went her way, and the GCDers went theirs. They danced, drank and stuffed their faces long into the night, and soon, the shore was nowhere to be seen. Everyone retreated into their respective bedrooms - all except for the Captain, who continued to man the vessel.
When suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
Captain Desdemona Winchcombe slumped over the wheel of the ship, with bulletholes in both her temple and the window through which the sniper had fired. Hearing the sound, a GCDer ran in to investigate. Mortified at the body, he clamped a hand over his mouth and stared for a moment.
Then, he stormed angrily over to the Captain's Microphone.
"For Crissakes, Sniper!! We haven't even been on the ship an entire night!!"
The voice rang out across the entire ship. Faces went pale, as they realized that they were all trapped on the sea, and old habits died hard. #000 Desdemona Winchcombe has been sniped.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:15 pm
DAY 2 A dead silence had fallen upon the cruise ship that night. The GCDers sat around in their rooms, staring uncomfortably at anyone they happened to be bunking with, wondering if they would be sleeping with a Sniper. The only sound was the waves, sloshing against the side of the ship.
Like everyone else on the Longevity, Azrael Makar was unable to rest. But unlike everyone else, he was tired of the silence. After all, he was tough. He didn’t have to suffer like the others. In fact, screw even giving the Sniper satisfaction of making him uneasy. He stepped outside with his panpipes, blowing into them. A jaunty tune floated through the still air. He drew the panpipes away.
“Yo, ho, blow the man down,” he sang gruffly.
He played the tune again.
“Give me some time to blow the man down.”
“That’s my job, damn it,” a voice commented from above and behind Azrael.
BLAM!
...The bullet pierced the piper’s brain before he could even turn around.
---
The next morning was met with a hubbub of GCDers, escorting `Aine Chievious to the brig.
"She's suspicious, all right," they muttered. "We all knew Aine would go through stabbing withdrawals."
"Hey!! I turned to CAKE from my stabbing withdrawals, not SNIPING!" Aine wailed, struggling against her captors.
"Cake...or DEATH, maybe!" They continued to grumble.
"Stop making me want to stab you!" Aine growled.
"Tell it to the judge!"
And with that, she was locked away in the bowels of the ship.
"YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY BAKER!" She yelled, even after they were long gone.
---
Sibeiko crouched by his bed, his hands folded in prayer.
"Dear God," he bowed his head, speaking fervently. "Someone has come to tempt us all to sin. Please give me the strength and the knowledge to overcome the sniper. As the leader of these people, that is all I ask of you. Deliver us from evil by delivering the guilty to me. Amen."
All of a sudden, there was a knock at his door. Sibby perked up.
"Well, that was quick. Hallelujah!" He exclaimed, uptaking his Frostbite Blade of Justice. He thrust the door open, and thrust the sword into the.Blue.Iris. She gasped, her golden wings of light folding and turning to dust as her body hit the deck. Blood oozed through her white dress. Sibeiko's face fell.
"Wait a minute. You're the sniper?"
"No, you idiot," Iris coughed. "I'm the vampire angel sent by God... to tell you who the sniper is..."
"What!? ... I am so sorry," Sibby bowed, crouching next to her. "Please tell me who the sniper is!"
"Screw..." Iris coughed again. "...You...."
And with that, she died, and was promptly beamed to heaven by angels. Sibeiko stared blankly at the pool of blood, then hurried out with some cleaner, whistling as he scrubbed. --- #036 Azrael Makar has been Sniped! #001 `Aine Chievious has been Jailed! #003 the.Blue.Iris has been killed by Sibeiko, the vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:16 pm
DAY 3 Believing that the Sniper had been caught that morning, the GCDers aligned for more fun and games in the afternoon. Some partied, some relaxed, some threw up from seasickness. But others, like Ardent Fang, were partial to the more classic, sophisticated games one played on a cruise ship.
That’s right – Shuffleboard!
A small group of friends stood around Ardent as he scooted the little disk down the deck with his stick. When suddenly, the disk swerved off the playing field completely!
Ardent’s friends blinked. “Wow, Ardent! You suck!” They teased.
“That wasn’t me, it was the boat! I swear, I felt the boat move as I hit it,” he protested.
“Well, if you’re sure, I guess you can try again…” The friends crossed their arms skeptically, watching his every move.
“Okay, I’ll go get it then,” he mumbled, walking toward the disk. But when he got to the disk… it moved again.
“What in the hell?” Ardent scowled. His friends giggled as he stomped after the disk, which scooted around deck like it had a mind of its own. Finally, he took a flying tackle at the thing, faceplanting against the deck. However, it was a successful attempt. He held in his hand the disk, and began lifting his cheek from the floorboards… when suddenly.
BLAM!
A gunshot to Ardent’s face launched from below deck, leaving a nice little hole for the blood to seep into. His friends, aghast, rushed over to the body, ascertaining the death from beneath. Shakily, a female friend took the disk from his hand.
“There’s a magnet on the bottom…” She whimpered.
Needless to say, that was the last any of them would play shuffleboard on this cruise.
---
“You know what, guys? What we all need is a good drink,” was what one GCDer said when the most recent of the bodies had been found, and thanks to him, everyone on the boat was roaring drunk by evening. Their grins were wide and sloppy, their faces were red, and half of the Longevity’s guests were now bleating like sheep, for whatever reason. When suddenly, the unthinkable happened.
A seagull, passing overhead in the sky, dropped a big, huge crap on the head of Hirun Hikari, who was so shocked and so plastered, that he threw up his hands, spilling his Bloody Mary all over his shirt.The red seeped into his clothes. His head swam with sickness. Suddenly, someone screamed.
“OH GOD! HIRU’S COVERED IN BLOOD! HE MUST BE THE SNIPER!”
“A seagull poo on the last victim’s body too?! CUZ I THINK IT DID!”
“OMG! It’s a calling…callingcard!”
“Why din’t we no… notish dis befohh!? Dat blood shtain was.. right in fronna us!”
“H-hey, yeah! You guys are right, I guess I hafta be the Sniper then!” Hirun cackled drunkenly. “Bang bang!”
The GCDers gasped.
“JAIL THE POO-HEAD!”
Hirun suddenly looked bewildered, but gave another drunken laugh. “You guys are kiddin’ right?”
“LOCK HIM UP! THAT WAS A CONFESSION!”
“Youuuu don’t wanna doooo thaaat,” Hirun drawled, holding his head. “It’s stuuupidddd.”
“N...no YOU’RE stupid cause YOU have POO on your head!”
“Noooo you’re stupid cause… you’re STUPID!”
“ONLY SNIPERS THINK WE ARE STUPID, YOU SNIPER!”
The GCDers advanced on Hirun, who suddenly got very sick. It was a woeful job escorting him to the brig, and Aine scooted WAY out of the way as they tossed him in.
“Aw man, this jail is going to reek,” she complained as they all turned their backs and staggered away, still hammered.
Hirun gripped the bars sadly, staring out at the retreating figures. “YOU’LL REGRET THIS!” He called out in futility, before falling into the orz position.
“Crap.”
---
That evening, Respectful Rhino left her cabin, strolling placidly down the halls of the cruiser. In fact, were it not for the handgun he was carrying, she would seem perfectly peaceful. She knocked on the door of another passenger.
“Come in,” the passenger said.
“Oh, I’d rather not,” Respectful Rhino excused herself, prying the door open. “You see, I think that you are the Sniper, and I have come to kill you.”
“You do, do you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And you have, have you?”
“Yes, I have.”
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Respectful Rhino, Sniper. Now if it’s all right by you, I would sort of like to get killing you over with,” She frowned, raising her gun.
“Well, I have to say, coming to my cabin and trying to kill me is not very respectful at all,” the passenger said. “You might want to change your name.”
“But I don’t want to change my name,” Respectful Rhino huffed. “I just want to kill you, since you’ve been killing all those other people, and all. So if you don’t mind…”
“Well, I do mind, Rhino.”
“Respectful Rhino!”
“I am not going to call you that.”
“But you must!”
“Not if you’re going to kill me I mustn’t!”
“But… Oh, never mind. I guess you’re right, it was rather rude of me. Perhaps I had better leave.”
“Yes, I think you’d better.”
Looking embarrassed, Respectful Rhino, still true to her name, shut the passenger’s door and slunk back to her apartment, feeling rather deflated. The passenger gave the departing Rhino a headshake of shame, before digging a sniper rifle out of a drawer and skulking off in the other direction. --- #033 Ardent Fang has been killed! #057 Hirun Hikari, THE NEWS REPORTER, has been jailed! Respectful Rhino, the vigilante, did not kill anyone after all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:18 pm
DAY 4 After the minor harassment, the Sniper skulked out of the cabin, rifle in hand. There were preparations to be made before the next plan could come to fruition - yes, the next perfect death trap on this beautiful ship. But the Sniper did not expect to be followed.
From the shadows, -_Sanity Eater_- lay in wait for the perfect opportunity.
"Yes, that's it Sniper," She whispered. "Show me your dirty plan, and then I'll stop it and prove it was you..."
The sniper looked up in alarm, at the girl who was standing directly behind him. Sanity gasped as she was flung against a wall.
"How did you know I was here!? I was hiding in a shadow!!"
The Sniper gave a flat look, lifting the barrel of the rifle and pressing it against her forehead.
"That's not what that means."
BLAM!
Sanity slid down the wall, a red trail marking her fall from victory.
"This game is too easy..." The sniper sighed.
----
Making his way back to his cabin, Respectful Rhino was deep in thought.
"That person in the cabin knew more about respect than even me. Respectfulness does not a sniper make. I must have been very wrong. It's a good thing I didn't just run in like a ninny and shoot up the place. That would have been so embarrassing," he muttered to himself.
He was still rather embarrassed, but at least nobody had been around to see it.
When suddenly, a gunshot was fired. Respectful Rhino yelped in surprise, clutching the handgun he'd brought. Raising it to eye level, he dashed to the scene of the crime.... to find Ei-Kichi St Alth, standing over Sanity's body.
"Whoa!" Ei-Kichi whirled around, holding his hands up. "It's... it's not what it looks li-"
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Rhino's hands shook as he stared down at Kichi, whose body slumped down next to Sanity's, riddled with bullets in the chest and stomach.
"Oh my... I acted on impulse..." He tittered, looking around to see if there had been any witnesses. ...None.
"You ... you wouldn't happen to have a sniper rifle on you, would you?" Rhino chuckled nervously.
Ei-Kichi slowly flipped him the bird before drawing his last breath.
"...Oh, blast," Rhino muttered, walked to the edge of the cruise ship, and chucked his handgun into the ocean, storming off in frustration.
----
"Jail Vlad!" The GCDers roared, crowding around him.
"Why me?!" Vlad D. Tepes complained.
"Well, because you're a vampire, I guess."
"Vampires like blood!"
"Snipers make people bleed."
"It makes sense."
"Just work with us here."
Vlad sighed. "Well, at least I won't die if I'm in jail."
"Now, there's the spirit."
And with that, they all marched him to the brig.
"Yo," Hirun waved weakly, sprawled out hopelessly in the corner.
"Well that's three. Is it about time to start formulating our escape plan, then?" Aine wondered.
"We're on a ship, where are we going to go?" Hirun muttered.
"And besides, I just got here. ...Are you trying to get rid of me?" Vlad pouted.
"Never mind." Aine sighed, staring up at the brig's ceiling. "We'll think of something later."
-----#011 -_Sanity Eater_- , G-TEAM, has been sniped! #025 Vlad D. Tepes has been jailed! #055 Ei-Kichi St Alth has been killed by the vigilante, Respectful Rhino (yes, again! I don't control probability!)
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:19 pm
DAY 5 Distraught over his dear Sanny's death, Hatmaster was on the warpath. He stormed into her cabin, a whirl as he scoured her G-Team Data for clues. She had found the Sniper. There was no doubt about it. And if the Sniper had taken her down, then with God as his witness, he would have his revenge.
Finally, he found the missing piece of the puzzle.
"That's it! I have you now!" He exclaimed triumphantly, leaning over Sanity's desk.
A few hours later, he found the Sniper, standing alone, staring into space, deep in thought.
"Who to kill, who to kill," he mumbled, tapping his forehead in a motion sort of familiar to Winnie-the-Pooh. Whom he was not, by the way.
It was time to complete Hatmaster's perfect revenge.
He removed the hat from his head... and flung it at the sniper, as hard as he could!
It bounced harmlessly off of the Sniper's neck.
"What!?" Hatmaster gasped, before quickly dashing around the corner to hide.
"That worked in James Bond! Odd Job was my hero! Well, now what? ...He won't think I tried to kill him just because I threw a hat at him, right? Yeah, I should be okay..." Hat muttered.
"Except for the fact that you just said that aloud."
"Oh, you're right. Shoot, I hope the Sniper didn't hear me," Hatmaster sighed, and looked over at the voice.
He did a double-take.
"It's you!!"
BLAM!
"...Well, he did say shoot," the Sniper cocked the gun over his shoulder, and wandered off into the night.
---
"Bellecat, your reign of terror is over!" The crowd roared, tossing her into the brig.
"Why me!?" She protested.
"Well, we think we were on the right track with Aine. We must have grabbed the wrong catgirl!"
"Hey! You racists!" Aine yelled from behind the bars, helping Belle to her feet.
"Yeah! You jailed me for being a vampire, and now Belle for being a catgirl! This is injustice!" Vlad hollered.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves," Belle dusted herself off, giving the crowd the cold shoulder.
"Hey, what about me, guys? I for one am fully human," Hirun raised a finger to object.
"...Nobody cares about you Hirun," Belle sighed. "Go stand in the corner."
"Oh." Hirun wandered off dejectedly to stand in the corner.
"Well, we don't care what you say anyway, cause you're in jail and we're not! So bye," The crowd harumphed, leaving to their business.
"Anyway, since we can't exactly escape since we're on the sea, let's campaign for racial tolerance and get ourselves appealed from the jail!" Aine clapped.
"Hey, guys! Never mind that, I found something in the corner," Hirun called over.
The other three perked up, wandering to the corner.
"What is it?" Vlad asked.
"It's a person!" Hirun exclaimed.
"How is it that we had a jailbird in here and nobody noticed?" Aine questioned. Belle leaned over to take a better look.
"Oh my god, he's dead!" She gasped, backing up straight away.
"Dead?" Vlad took a look himself.
"Well, that's cool! We just have to revive him and he can be a proper jailbird!" Aine nodded. "That ought to liven things up."
"So... who here knows necromancy?"
----
With people being sniped left and right, Help the Bombadier was becoming paranoid, and began to explore the ship for new places to hide. The boiler room looked promising. She stepped inside, looking around nervously.
She wiped some sweat off her brow. "It's toasty in here," she muttered.
She had no idea how true those words were. Well hidden a few feet behind her, Heart-Shaped Toastie blinked, then wrote it off as coincidence, skulking after.
Help had to be the sniper. Who else would be skulking around in a suspicious place like the boiler room? She was probably planning to blow up the whole ship from here.... Being a bombadier, and all.
Toastie's logic was flawless.
"Now, where can I hide..." Help mumbled. Toastie's paranoia spiked.
"Before you shoot someone in the face again?!" Toastie cried out, leaping from her hiding place and slamming Help's face into the hot metal of the boiler.
"AAAGH!" Help screamed from the searing pain.
"Well, it's not going to happen, you little SNEAK!" Toastie screamed, pulling Help's body back from the burning boiler only to smash her head into it again and again.
"Somebody --" SMASH.
"Help!" SMASH.
"Me-" SMASH SMASH SMASH.
Help's body fell limp, her skin hissing from the heat it had been exposed to. She was, well... lightly toasted. And definitely not breathing.
Toastie stared dully at the corpse, before her actions dawned on her. She gritted her teeth, shaking, before fleeing the room and locking it up as best as she could.
Nobody else would go down to the boiler room... right?
----#007 Hatmaster has been sniped! #010 Bellecat has been jailed! #009 Help the Bombadier has been killed by Heart-Shaped Toastie, the Vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:21 pm
DAY 6 It was a dead hour of the morning. Triskellion looked around the control room of the ship, where the wheel was along with several other strange instruments - ever since the Captain's untimely death, nobody had really wanted to go in there, so the Longevity had been floating at random. Who knew how far out to sea they had gone? But Trisk was different. It was time to remember the beginning of this journey. It was time for the foolishness to stop.
Finally, his eyes fell upon the thing that he was looking for. A smile flickering across his lips, he gripped the radio, quickly turning it on to send a verbal transmission.
"Mayday! Mayday! I'm calling from the ship Longevity! Our captain has been murdered and we are slowly being picked off. Send help immediately! Our position is - "
BLAM.
"Can't let you do that, Star Fox," The Sniper quoted... and after a moment of silence, unable to keep a straight face, he cackled maniacally, and shut off the radio.
---
Suki Whiteangel was flying with her blackbirds, her back wings spread as she looked down over the ship. Her wings weren't strong enough to carry her all the way to land - technically, they were just for gliding. She was trapped like the others, but that didn't mean she couldn't get some exercise.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on something suspicious.
Outsider 101 had just left his cabin. He was already a creep in Suki's opinion, but that in itself had not been enough to suspect him. However, on this day, he had left his cabin... with a gun in his hands.
The strange man looked up directly at the flying woman - or at least, he seemed to be. Who could tell with that mask? But anyway, she wasn't about to let him kill her for witnessing him.
"Attack!" She yelled, pointing at him. The ravens swooped down, pecking and squawking. Outsider hollered in surprise and began firing at them, when Suki glided down and grabbed him by the throat with her mean, monstrous arm, slamming him against the deck.
Outsider sputtered and choked, looking like he wanted to say something, but her claws were gripped so tightly, no words would escape. He dropped his gun, for some reason reaching into his pocket instead of to attack back, and with an item in his clenched fist, he started to raise it toward her. Suki did not relent, giving a sudden, final squeeze that crushed his throat.
He gave a last whimper of pain, his hand falling next to him. His grip relaxed, and suddenly, the sun shone onto a glimmer of gold inside his hand.
Wondering what it was, Suki reached out her human hand, prying his fingers out of the fist shape.
A gold letter G rested in his palm. Suki stared.
"....oh hell."
---
"Hey guys," a GCDer turned to the group. "Remember when Sibby was scrubbing that bloodstain off his doorstep?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You ever think maybe he's the sniper?"
"...That makes a lot of sense, actually!"
"Then it's time to jail Sibeiko!"
Moments later, Sibby was pulled from his cabin. When accused of his charges, he broke down in tears.
"I didn't mean to kill her! Iris was a mistake!" He bawled.
"...Who's Iris?" They blinked, looking amongst each other.
"Lock me up! Do it!" Sib grabbed one of their shirts, screaming in their face.
"Okay, okay, we'll jail you! Just, please, take a mint."
Sibeiko sniffled, entering the brig.
"Hey, you're just in time," Hirun clapped him on the back. "Vlad's about to revive the dead guy."
Sibeiko blinked the tears from his eyes.
"...Awesome."
#008 Triskellion has been sniped! #023 Sibeiko has been jailed! #004 Outsider 101, G-TEAM, has been killed by Suki Whiteangel, the Vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:22 pm
DAY 7 "Good luck will rub off when Derrai shakes hands with you!" Derrai sang to a group of GCDers, who had all gathered around to shake his hand. After all, they felt they needed a lot of luck, being stranded on the ocean with a murderer and all. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Oh Derrai, you are such a beacon of hope," the last person in line, Nymphie, beamed happily, shaking his hand. Derrai gave it a nice, extra shake.
"Happy to be of service, ma'am," He smiled, wandering off to sing Disney songs elsewhere on the ship.
Not long after, a shot rang out. Derrai slumped over, a bullet piercing through his hand and his heart.
The sniper smiled.
"Heh heh. Even you can't catch a bullet. Looks like your luck's run out."
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"Nymphiedora! You were the last to be seen with the victim!"
"That makes you the Sniper, I guess!"
"Plus, you are also a vampire that wants to kill all humans. I totally heard her say that after Vlad went to jail."
"Put her in the brig!"
Nymphie landed on her buttocks, but the other inmates failed to notice. Instead, they were all in a row, staring at someone or something.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Nymphie asked, shoving her way into the line. She found herself face to face with a hideous rotting corpse face.
"Aieeee!" She shrieked.
"BRAAAAAAAAAINS!" The monster roared, tiny worms flying out of his mouth from the force of his voice.
Nymphie shrieked again, wiped the grubs off of her face, and hurried to the bars.
"Let me out! Let me out let me out!"
But behind her, the other inmates were laughing.
"Okay, Dave, you've had your fun," Sibeiko chuckled. "Leave her alone so we can go back to playing Red Light, Green Light."
"...What?" Nymphie stared, looking between Sibeiko and the zombie, who... seemed to be 'Dave.' Sibeiko nodded and decided to introduce them.
"Ah yes. Dave, meet Nymphie. Nymphie, Dave. We revived Dave from the dead."
"Umm... hey." Nymphie waved, looking disheartened.
"Yarrrr," Dave drawled, waving back. The other GCDers stared at Nymphie expectantly. She hesitantly stepped into line with them, eying the zombie suspiciously.
"See, the trick is to not stand directly across from Dave," Belle whispered. "That way you don't have to smell him while you are running at him."
"GREEN LIGHT!!!" Dave screamed, in a voice that echoed all throughout the brig.
----
Late that night, ` Kashi wandered into the ship's dining room, where there was usually a buffet table of food. To his dismay, though not quite surprise, it had all been cleared off for the night. Kashi sighed, holding his tummy. He really did want a midnight snack.
He was briefly considering eating the daisy on his head, when suddenly, Buzzkid24 leaned against the wall directly next to him, looking him in the eye. Kashi blinked as Buzz held out a lollipop.
"Hey there. Sucker?"
Kashi blinked again as saliva began to fill his mouth. He nodded quickly, grabbing the candy and gobbling it in one bite. He smiled in satisfaction...
... before dying quickly of cyanide poisoning.
Buzz grinned.
"Yup. Sucker."
Convinced that he had offed the sniper, he skipped out of the dining room to let someone else find the body. --- #045 Derrai has been sniped! #020 Nymphiedora has been jailed! #059 ` Kashi has been killed by the vigilante, buzzkid24!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:23 pm
DAY 8 "Enough waiting to be rescued! Let's sail this boat!"
"Despite the fact that nobody knows how to do that?"
"Hell yeah!"
And those were the cries given as the GCDers crowded into the captain's cabin, Haven_gal at the lead. Giving the helm a good spin, she beamed toward the others.
"See? This isn't so hard!"
Several hours later, the GCDers all aboard the ship gave baffled looks around them. Wreckage of ships and airplanes peppered the seas that Haven had driven them toward, and an eerie feeling hung in the air.
"I think we're lost," one of Haven's friends piped up, looking around nervously.
"Lost? What gives you that idea?" Haven blinked.
"Well, do you know where we are?" The friend sighed.
"Sure I do! Isn't it obvious?" Haven waved around at the window. "Just look at this place! We must be... in the Bermuda triangle!"
"...Is that supposed to be a GOOD thing?!"
Haven froze.
"It isn't, is it?"
"GTFO!"
The friend glared, pushing her out the door to the captain's cabin.... and directly onto a certain someone with a sniper rifle. The sniper's finger slipped, a look of confusion erupting onto his face as he fired accidentally. Haven cried out in pain. The sniper quickly sniped Haven's friend, who was just an extra anyway, then threw Haven overboard onto a wreck, then shooting at her until dead. After she stopped breathing, he casually slung the gun over his shoulder.
"I meant to do that."
----
"Jail o-3-y!" The crowd chanted to o-3-y.
"Oh, why?" Asked o-3-y.
"Because the evidence says you cannot be the sniper! Therefore, you must be the sniper!" The crowd harumphed.
"Oh, why?" Asked o-3-y.
"Because we said so."
And with that, o-3-y was jailed.
"Oh, o-3-y! Why were you jailed?" Nymphie looked up as the new cellmate was thrown in.
"Yes? Why, oh why, were you jailed?" Aine inquired.
"SHUT UP!" Dave yelled. "THIS JOKE MORE DEAD THAN ME!"
"Okay, okay," the jailed muttered, going back to their business.
---
Heavensdark was wandering around the deck, shivers crawling up her spine from the creepy atmosphere of the bermuda triangle. Or perhaps the shivers were for a different reason...
"Heaven! I know you are the Sniper!" Gute Nach Mond called out, pointing at her. She jumped in alarm as he stormed up to her and grabbed her, lifting her over the railing.
"What?! Why would you even think that?" Heaven gasped and froze. She didn't want to move, in case it would make him drop her accidentally.
"You killed Haven_gal! I bet you were really sick of people confusing her name with yours!"
"I never even thought of that! ...Wait a minute, Haven is dead?"
"Don't play dumb! It makes you look suspicious!" Gute growled. "Wait, what am I waiting for? You're the sniper! I don't have to listen to you!"
"Nooooo!" Heaven screamed and kicked as Gute pushed her into the sea - or more aptly, onto a harpoon sticking out of a sunken ship. Gute muttered and walked away.
"That'll teach you to be confusing..."
--- #006 Haven_gal was sniped! #041 o-3-y was jailed! #014 Heavensdark was killed by Gute nach mond, the vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:24 pm
DAY 9 "I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it!"
Somehow, shortly after entering the Bermuda Triangle, a scurvy pirate had boarded the Longevity. Nobody was quite sure how he'd gotten there, but they figured it was because they were in the Triangle and weird stuff was just bound to happen. They all thought he was pretty crazy though, what with his jar of dirt and all, and how he kept jumping around. Nobody really wanted to know what was in the jar of dirt, but ... his hollering was starting to get obnoxious.
"I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it!"
"Oh, fine, already! What's in the damn jar?"
Finally acknowledged, the pirate blinked, set the jar down, and stumbled away.
"...He must be so drunk," a GCDer shook her head, walking over to the jar. She absentmindedly screwed off the top, tipping the jar of dirt over and watching it pour onto the deck. She blinked a bit as a large clump - no, a round ball of dirt stuck together plopped out.
"What is that?" Someone else asked. The GCDer brushed some dirt off the ball, and then suddenly screamed.
"EEEEEK!"
A bullethole inside what seemed to be someone's forehead was dusted off. Panicked, she dusted the rest of the dirt off, to find that the head belonged to Mylian.
After a moment, she fainted.
---
Roaring incoherently, the GCDers punted Unphotographable into the brig. Photo wasn't quite sure what he'd done to deserve it, but the general intelligence of the passengers had been lowering at a constant and significant pace, so he decided it was really better not to ask. And actually there was something else that was weighing more heavily on his mind - that being, what the hell was that glowing beam of light in the middle of the brig?
"Hey, guys? I'm new here, so maybe you can tell me. What the hell is that glowing beam of light in the middle of the brig?" Photo inquired of the group that were standing around it.
"We have NO idea," Hirun crossed his arms, peering into it. "It just showed up when the ship entered the Bermuda Triangle."
"We found it right after I was jailed," o-3-y added.
"Someone should... touch it," Aine suggested cautiously.
"I am not touching that," Vlad scowled.
"Hey Dave. You touch it," Nymphie told the resident rotting zombie. Dave drooled a bit, stepping forward with his finger outstretched, and poked the light.
Suddenly, the light enveloped him, and everyone had to look away. When it was done glowing, Dave was ... not a zombie! He was human, a young man in his mid twenties ...and hot. Hearts sprung out from the female inmates' eyes.
"Wow Dave, we never knew you could be so alive~"
"Whoa! That beam makes you sexy! I must try it!" Photo jumped into the light before Dave could yell out "No wait!"
It enveloped him ... and suddenly, a little baby flailed around where he once was.
"Fool! Glowy thing makes go back in time!" Dave yelled at baby Photo, which started bawling. Dave clamped his hands over his ears. "Baby too loud! Dave eat baby!!"
Baby Photo started screaming even louder.
"No eating the baby!" Belle scolded, smacking Dave over the head.
"But more importantly, what are we going to do with this?" Hirun pointed at the ball of time.
"Throw new people in it for the lulz," Nymphie suggested.
"And then we can give the babies to crazy celebrity couples, but make it an open adoption so we can bug them whenever we want! Genius!" Vlad gave the thumbs up. Baby Photo glared at him poisonously.
---
Somewhere in the unexplored bowels of the ship, Chikorin Moonie happened upon a door, which lead to a room, which lead to something that made her exclaim, "Holyshitcool!"
Soon, the noise of something heavy being wheeled across the deck was heard. Buzzkid24 looked up at the sound in confusion, but he was promptly blown all the way across the deck with a giant gaping hole in his chest.
"HEY BUZZ! I FOUND A ******** CANNON!"
The cannonball rolled away from the corpse. Chi stared with a large, stupid grin.
"..."
She tilted her head.
"I guess I should have said that before I shot him with it! Oh well~. It was still pretty awesome."
And with that, she put in her earbuds and skipped off, singing along with her current favorite song. --- #018 Mylian was sniped! #028 Unphotographable was jailed! #054 buzzkid24 was killed by Chikorin Moonie, the vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:25 pm
DAY 10 Fatal Fenrix was scurrying around the deck, staring intently at a wide sheet of paper. When anyone asked what it was, he quickly folded it up and asked what they were talking about, then pretended it didn't exist. People began to get annoyed with this behaviour, so they left Fenrix to his own devices.
What they did not know, was that morning, Fenrix was hit in the face with this piece of paper carried by the breeze. When he took it off his head to see what it was, he discovered that it was a map! The Captain's map, which claimed to lead to a stack of treasure which she was hiding somewhere in the ship. Apparently she left it behind for posterity, just in case one of the people from the Sniper Anonymous group decided to off her. It was very nice of the Captain, Fenrix thought. There was no need to hoard treasures when you're dead.
Needless to say, he wanted it all for himself, so he'd been following its clues from dawn to dusk, telling nobody. At long last, he was now at the last set of instructions. He entered a dark door and began creeping around in the cargo bay, searching for that one specific box that was marked with the Captain's Seal. His eyes fell on it, and he rubbed his hands together in glee.
"Finally!" He cheered, opening up the box - to find himself staring down the barrel of a rifle.
BLAM!
The Sniper crawled out of the box, stuffed Fenrix inside of it, and closed it back up. A laugh on his lips, he climbed to the top of the ship, taking the map with him so that he could drop it on another unfortunate soul, who would follow the instructions with the same avarice, and find Fenrix dead.
---
"My head hurts," o-3-y complained. "What happened last night?"
"I guess there was a gas leak somewhere," Hirun drawled, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling with apathy. "We all got really high. Especially Photo. He's still high."
"Waaaaaaaah," Photo flailed around.
"Ugh... I can't believe I made out with Dave," Aine groaned, still spitting out worms.
"Was good!" Dave gave Aine the thumbs up. She gave him the cold shoulder, looking up only when a gaggle of people came by with the next prisoner.
"Chikorin Moonie, you go straight to jail! You may not be the sniper, but trying to blast everyone with your cannon was just as bad!"
"Awwww, you guys are no fun," Chi pouted as they punted her through the open gates.
"Blargh! New woman! You want be part of Dave's harem!?" The zombie grinned sloppily. Chi backed away slowly.
"Nnnoooo thaaanks..."
---
The ship continued to float randomly through the Bermuda triangle. Amayatar was hanging out with Fortenra Askasa - together, they were throwing random things into the ocean, to see how big of a splash they would make. When suddenly, the pan that Fort threw overboard hit something and seemed to bounce off.
"Huh, that was weird," he muttered.
Suddenly, from that exact spot, a giant squid rose, shaking its tentacles angrily at the two, then it began to ram its head into the ship. Fort laughed nervously.
"Oh look, the squid wants to play," he scratched the back of his head.
"I don't think it's playing, Fort," Amayatar glared.
"Don't be silly. See, it wants to..." Fort suddenly shoved her overboard. "... Give you a big hug!!"
The squid grabbed Amayatar, quickly wrapping its tentacles around her.
"Waaaah!" She screamed, but could not move as it dragged her under the water.
"Better you than me!" Fort called, hustling away.
--- #015 Fatal Fenrix was sniped! #002 Chikorin Moonie was jailed! #058 Amayatar was killed by Fortenra Askasa, the Vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:28 pm
DAY 11 It had now been a week and a half since the killings had started. The sniper had already eliminated most of his enemies - sure, technically anyone could kill him, but it had been smooth sailing for so long, that the good feeling of victory was starting to sink in. He was awesome!
In fact, the sniper was so pleased with himself, alone by himself in the ballroom, he thought it was time for a little song and dance.
"There are killers and vigilantes,
there are news reporting nancies,
and those losers who don't end up protecting anything~"
The sniper flipped the G-Team pin he stole from Sanny into the air, grinning, spinning and catching it behind his back as it fell back down, continuing his dance. Little did he know, The Sexy G was sneaking in with a knife.
"There are shepherds and there are sheep,
People sent to the eternal sleep,
But everyone knows Snipey is the king~!"
He spun around, then started to grapevine around the room. G crept ever closer, occasionally ducking around the Sniper, who was oblivious in his dance.
"Snipeeeeer! Snipeeeeer! Snipeeeerrrr!"
Finally, G raised his knife.
"HEY SNIPER! I'M TOO SEXY FOR YOUR DANCE NUMBER!" He cried with battle rage, sweeping the knife down on the Sniper. However, the Sniper was apparently not as oblivious as he'd presumed, because he quickly raised his rifle to block the hit, and then spun around to give G a headbutt. The Sexy G fell to the ground, and the Sniper pointed his rifle down at him, cracking an insane grin.
"I'm sorry, but you've thrown off the Sniper's groove...."
BLAM.
The people down below looked up as G's body came sailing out of the ballroom window, a stream of blood following it before it landed in the water. The Sniper crossed his arms, pouting.
"Now where was I? Oh yeah."
He spun around and struck a pose.
"WHAT'S HIS NAME?! Snipeeeeeer!"
---
Down below, the GCDers were completely oblivious to the Sniper's groove, as they were escorting one flamingdove to the brig.
"I'm innocent!" Dove wailed as they shoved her inside.
"Innocence is the worst crime of all!" They roared, shutting the gate.
"Oh no! Then I don't want to be innocent!" Dove gasped as the door shut on her. "Let me out! Let me out! I'll stop being so innocent!"
"Oh, you'll lose plenty of innocence here," one of the jailed called over. Dove sniffled, looking over to see who it was. Her jaw dropped.
"Aaah! Why ... why are you all... n-n-n-... n-n-n-n-NAKED!?"
"Find out next time, on the next exciting episode of the Sniper Game!" A voice from above called. It was actually just Chikorin Moonie, who was sitting on a stack of crates.
---- #030, The Sexy G, this round's vigilante, was Sniped! #035, flamingdove, was jailed!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:29 pm
DAY 12 The Sniper stood perched on a ledge of the ship, his rifle pointed far below as he peered between the crosshairs. Yes, his victim was in his sight. He was a little bored, so he'd just been picking off random people with his rifle - no master plan, just good old fashioned sniping. It felt nice.
His lips curled in pleasure as he pulled the trigger, watching the bullet sail toward Draconissa. When it finally reached the girl, her image shimmered and disappeared. He blinked in shock.
"You're too cocky!!" A voice came from behind as a foot collided with the back of the Sniper's head. He yelled in pain and surprise as he soared off the roof. The G-Team member was falling with him, but this person was a good fighter - he swung another kick in mid-air, sending the Sniper slamming into a wall - or more accurately, through a door, which broke. The G-Team member cursed under his breath, landing on the deck and turning around to run and catch up to him. But by the time he entered the door, there were two people standing there, the sniper's coat resting across the floor. The G-Team had not gotten a good look at the Sniper's face, since he had attacked from behind. One of these two was the Sniper. But he could not know for sure.
They pointed at each other.
----
After a long deliberation process, the G-Team member decided that TootsieFruity had been the Sniper, and tossed her into the brig.
"I'm not the Snip- WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?" Toots yelled at the others.
"Find out on the next exciting episode of the Sniper Game!" Chi cheered. Tootsie blinked at her and ignored her.
"Oh, I wondered that too," Vlad patted Toots on the shoulder. "But you see, it makes a lot of sense. We are free now!"
"Free?" Tootsie's face dropped.
"Yes! We may not be free of jail, but we are free of societal constraints! Our minds are free! Our souls are free!" Vlad raised his arms joyously.
"Also, we are playing Strip Daveopoly. NYMPHIE HAS SPOKEN." Nymphie added.
"Strip Daveopoly?" Tootsie was so confused.
"Yes! Is game that Dave made up!" Dave clapped, letting out a booming laugh.
"Well, how do you play Strip Daveopoly?" Tootsie sighed.
"Find out on the next exciting episode of the Sniper game!" Chi cheered.
"Is good game! Dave tells you what to do! You must do it for whole game or lose horrible bad shame! And first rule is take off clothes."
"Vlad has to pretend he's a hippie or something, I dunno! NYMPHIE HAS SPOKEN! And my rule is that I have to say 'Nymphie has spoken' after everything I say! NYMPHIE HAS SPOKEN," Nymphie spoke.
"Huh, I guess that sounds fun...I don't have anything better to do."
"THEN TAKE IT OFF, MAGGOT!!!!" flamingdove screamed. Tootsie jumped.
"Dove's rule is to act like a drill sergeant," Hirun explained.
"O-oh. Then what's your rule, Hirun?" Tootsie asked.
"Find out on the next exciting episode of the Sniper Game!" Chi cheered.
"I think I figured out what Chi's is," Tootsie muttered.
---
Suki Whiteangel was taking another fly over the ship. What she did not expect, however, was that she would run headfirst into Alpha the White, who was also flying. They both rubbed their heads, then turned to glare at each other.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Alpha yelled.
"How can I have seen you! It's a cloudy night and you are surrounded by clouds!" Suki pointed accusingly.
"Well, maybe if you weren't the Sniper, you could see through clouds!"
"Well maybe if you weren't ugly, you could - hey, wait a minute!"
"Aha! My trap worked! You ARE the Sniper! I knew it all along!" Alpha grinned. One laser beam later, Suki's corpse had fallen into the sea.
----#038, Draconissa, was PROTECTED! #056, TootsieFruity, was jailed! #031, Suki Whiteangel, was killed by Alpha the White, the vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:30 pm
DAY 13 During the wee hours of the night, the last of the jailbirds, Sibeiko, had finally lost at Strip Daveopoly, and now they were clothed again, and attempting to regain their dignity by having a long, intellectual chat on the effects of prisonization. It was interrupted when Respectful Rhino was plopped unceremoniously into the jail.
"You ruffians!" Rhino shook a fist at the retreating backs of the GCDers, then sat down with a harumph. He turned to face Dave. "Excuse me sir. Do you have any Grey Poupon?" He questioned.
"But of course!!" Dave roared, ripping open his disgusting, undead stomach. A number of items were in there, but as he fished around inside his own cavity, he finally found a jar of the famous mustard and handed it to Rhino. Rhino grimaced, and decided he didn't really want it anymore, but respectfully thanked him for it. The rest of the jailbirds, however, quickly crowded around to have a look inside of Dave's guts.
"Wow, it's like Mary Poppins' bag! He has everything in there!" Bellecat crouched in front, having a good stare.
"Eeee! Someone get that boombox! We can have a dance party!" Chikorin pointed, squealing happily.
"Will it really work?" o-3-y questioned.
"Rhino, you're new! I elect Rhino to get the boombox out of Dave!" Aine clapped.
"Yes! Get the boombox, Rhino!"
Rhino hung his head, shuffling over to get the boombox. He eventually pulled it out, shivering as various insects ran up and down his arms.
"Awesome! Turn it on! Turn it on!" The jailed cheered. Rhino was too busy trying to de-bug himself, so Hirun stepped forth to push the button. Intro music played, and everyone suddenly looked around uncomfortably. This wasn't what they thought it was, was it?
"We're no strangers to looooove~
You know the rules, and so! do IIiiii~" a voice crooned from the boombox.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
---
The Longevity continued to sail on through the blue, with no land in sight. The Bermuda Triangle seemed like a dimension of its own - an endless expanse of wreckage. The sniper had laid dormant for a while, licking his wounds from his run-in with the G-Team. The GCDers, however, were gathered on deck - someone had spotted an amazing thing, and so they had all run out to see.
"Laaaand!!!!" The GCDer had cried. And now, celebrations were going on - champagne was cracked open as people toasted their fortune. It would be much more difficult for the sniper to get them all if they were trapped on an island! ...Well, not really, but it was still a welcome change from the cabin fever everyone was having.
The cruiser drew closer to the mysterious island. It was definitely deserted, but the gangplank was dropped and everyone poured onto the soft sand, kicking off their shoes so they could feel it under their feet. Land, land, land! Many people even began to roll in the sand, guzzling the champagne and other drinks straight out of the bottles. Needless to say, the survivors of the Longevity soon became a whirl of chaos, a small group running into the forest to explore.
But suddenly...
"RAAAAWR!" a voice rawred, as a huge polar bear charged at a small group of GCDers. One of them quickly reacted, sniping the beast in the face. The other GCDers wheeled around to look at the sniper.
"Where the heck did you get a sniper rifle!?"
The sniper made shifty eyes, quickly plagiarising fabricating a lie.
"Saw a guy lying drunk on the beach with a sniper rifle. So I took the gun. Thought it might come in handy. And guess what? I just shot a bear!" The sniper yelled sarcastically.
The GCDers looked at each other, then went to investigate the polar bear.
"HEY! This bear ... it's actually tedie behr!! ...Well I'm sure it was an accident. That story sounded legit."
"Happens to the best of us," the sniper shrugged.
---
Merriweather grinned, lying stretched out on the trunk of a great palm tree. It had taken her all day to climb it, but once she'd gotten up there, she was satisfied. It was a good hiding place, too. Almost nobody could see her amongst the great palm fronds.
When suddenly, a sparkle in the sky caught her eye. Sailing above her! Could it be? It couldn't be! Not the legendary pokemon, Articuno!
Merriweather stood to attention. She was determined to capture Articuno!! But she didn't have any Pokemon!? What was a girl to do! She pondered.
"Well, we're gonna have to do this Safari Zone style!" She exclaimed. Articuno heard her voice and looked over, confused, before suddenly letting out a screech of pain as he was lobbed in the temple with a coconut. His wings flared out as he fell unconscious, falling to the earth.
"What!? It already fainted!? WORST POKEMON EVER," Merriweather jumped out of the tree, landing on the soft sand and trotting over to investigate.
Shadow_Articuno lay there dead. Merriweather shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, uh.... smell ya later!" She laughed nervously, and with that, she zipped off. --- #052, tedie behr, has been sniped! #047, Respectful Rhino, has been jailed! #013, Shadow_Articuno, has been killed by Merriweather, the vigilante!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:31 pm
DAY 14 Alpha the White was fed up with all of this. They'd gotten on the island, and people still hadn't stopped being silly! Well, it was time for him to spread the light of knowledge to all of the people on the island.
"ATTENTION CASTAWAYS," Alpha yelled from a soap box not far from the fire pit that someone had started. People looked up from making an "SOS" sign out of rocks.
"STOP TRYING TO JAIL SUKI WHITEANGEL. SHE IS DEAD. WANT TO KNOW HOW I KNOW? BECAUSE I KILLED HER!"
A little red dot began circling around Alpha's knees. Out in the jungle, the Sniper muttered to himself, aiming a bit higher.
"Now don't get the wrong idea here, she was totally the sniper. Except that she wasn't, but, NOW I know who the real sniper is! The real sniper is --"
BLAM.
Alpha fell a short distance off his soapbox, his mouth hanging open stupidly. The workers looked between each other, then turned to the jungle, raising a thumbs up sign.
"Thanks Sniper! He was really distracting!"
---
Merriweather strolled along the beach, staring out at the waves. Her stomach was rumbling. Feelings of guilt had turned to depression, which had turned to cravings for delicious sugary snacks.
"Man, accidental murder sure gives you an appetite. I would kill for a..."
She squinted, looking at the little platypus swimming around in the tide.
"...big scoop of...."
The platypus's image began to shimmer in her mind.
"...Vanilla ice cream..."
Soon, the little critter on the ocean was now a raft bearing a giant ice cream sundae. Merriweather wiped some drool off her chin, before slowly wading out there. VanillaPlatyPus looked up curiously.
"Oh, hey Merriweather. What's going on?!"
"YOU LOOK DELICIOUS," Merriweather whined and started licking Vanilla's face. "Huh? You don't taste like vanilla ice cream. You taste like sea-salt ice cre-"
Vanilla promptly slapped Merriweather. Merriweather screamed in rage. "ATTACK, RANDOM CROWD OF PEOPLE!! You too, Joss Whedon who was randomly marooned on this island! BLARG!"
Shortly after, Platypus had been ripped and torn apart into little bits that were floating in the sea.
---
Shortly after, the GCDers were dragging a man and his... strange entourage across the beach. It took the entire bunch to do it.
"Hey! You've got the wrong guy! Merriweather chomped VanillaPlatyPus to death, not me!"
"Oh yeah? Who are you!?"
"You look exactly like Merriweather, so you must be her! You even have her random crowd of people! Sans Joss Whedon, but we're sure he's very busy."
"I am NOT Merriweather! I'm Ginji of Thunder! Ginji! Of! Thunder!"
"NEVER HEARD OF YA!" They cried, locking him in the brig with the other jailbirds, who were currently sulking over not being able to go onto shore and being stuck with Rick Astley on constant blast. Apparently nobody could turn it off once it had been turned on.
"Wow, I better go into hiding for a while," Merriweather squeaked, and began to stuff members of her random crowd of people into shrubberies. "This is for your own good, Joss!" She yelled as she kicked him into a pit and began covering it with palm fronds.
---#039 Alpha the White was sniped! #021 Ginji of Thunder was jailed! #032 VanillaPlatyPus was killed by Merriweather, the Vigilante! (Yes, again, I've explained about probability.)
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