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"Alright, I'm checkin' your cells."

He stopped by Christa_H's first.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Could work well. I never said you could use two cells, but it works. I don't even WANT to know how you pulled it off, but you're approved."

Christa grinned. Her cell, (Or, two adjacent cells) was a heated pool. She rushed over into her corner and changed into her bikini.

Next, he stopped by Zhankiel's cell.

"What the-- This is NOTHING! Not app--"

Zhankiel interrupted him.
"Wait! Yes, it LOOKS like a bare greyish room with nothing in it. Bit I have a bucket with an ARMY of Sharpies for everyone to color on the walls with!"

The Warden nodded. "Well done. Approved."

Next was Nantooski.
Her room was littered with an assortment of instruments, turntables, and an absolute library of CD's. Everything to explore the world of music.

The Warden nodded and moved on.

Illidian's was next. The room was decorated with tons of posters and pictures of Muffins, and a small shrine to a giant muffin was set up in the corner, complete with candles and a sacraficial table.

The Warden blinked.

"It's a muffin cult." Illidian gestured to the room.

The Warden blinked again, and hurried to the next cell.

Selinda's cell was the same as always; a stage, a pole, and chairs. Nothing new.

Gamemaniac was the only one left. Her cell was decked out with all a manner of casino and gambling games. The Warden nodded.
"That'll do."

He walked back down the hallway and stopped, glancing at Zhankiel's cell again. "Is that a trapdoor?"
She nodded.

"It leads to a glow in the dark underground metal playground with laser tag and stuff."

The Warden nodded.
"Your cell definately wins the "wow" award. Nice going."

He turned, and shouted down the hallway.

"As for you lazy bums that did nothing with your cell, you have ONE DAY to make something out of 'em, or you're STAYING there!" He paused. "Oh, and Magnius of Chaos, since you just got in, you have a day, as well."


---Later That Night---


The GCDers were thrilled with what had been done with Club Um. The pool was a huge hit, as was the sharpie room, music room, and laser tag. Selinda's room was popular with the males, and there was even a bunch of people in the music room.
When people passed by the muffin room, however, they ran. Illidian seemed to be intent on converting them to his muffin cult... And it scared them.


[Impudent] toddled into the Muffin room. Illidian wasn't present, but in the corner was a...
Giant...
Muffin...

Holding a rifle.


:: BLAM! ::

Illidian returned to his room. Laying on the sacraficial table was [Impudent]'s body, a white mask next to it.


Additionally, [Shadow_Kat] never made it out of the laser tag room.

Magnius of Chaos has been voted off, [Impudent] has been killed, and [Shadow_Kat] have been removed due to inactivity.

"No! I tried that one already!"
"What about this one?"
"I think so... Try it anyway."
"Nope."
"Wait, which was the 'tried' pile?"
"Uhh.. That one."
"No, that's the not tried one."
"Then what's this pile?"
"The tried pile."
"But I've been tossing them into THAT pile!"
"That's the untried pile! You idiot!"

The Jailbirds were still hard at work searching through the key pile. Even Selinda was getting in on the action.

"...And this one is silver, and this one is gold, and this one is plastic, and this one goes to handcuffs..."

The Warden was apparently very busy in his office, judging from the snoring.

thezoster let herself in and chose her own cell. At least she knew she wouldn't be shot if she were in jail.

---Later That Night---

Club Um was, as always, a hit. The only unfortunate thing was the declining amount of people... Be it from death or mysterious disappearance. About half of the GCDers and Jailbirds were enjoying themselves in the club. Suprisingly, the most popular room that night was SevenTen's; There were huge, fluffy pillows, sleeping bags, and downy comforters littered on the floor. There were bedside tables with dim lamps, and a corner devoted for bedtime stories. Another corner was devoted to lulabye CD's and tapes, and a final corner to a seemingly neverending store of cookies and warm milk.
Someone could have SWORN they saw Zaeyde nestled in a pile of blankets... But no. She was dead.

"OHEMGEE! It's SPEED RACER! Out in the PARKING LOT!"

The GCDers (The ones that were free, anyway) all rushed out.
Sure enough, there he was, in his retro car, reving the engine, lips out of sync with his words.

"Ha! LookatmeIhaveacoolcar Ha!"

The GCDers ooh'd and ahh'd.

"Ha! LookwhatIcando! Ha!"

He revved the engine again, then released the gas, running over and fatally injuring a GCDer.

Out of the window flew something roundish and white.

A white mask.
A message was written upon it: "Go speed Sniper, go!"


And there she lay, body crushed and crumpled.
Parking Lot lay dead in the parking lot.

[Canti] and Sae25 were playing too close to the cliffs... And fell off.


Thezoster has been voted off, and Parking Lot has been killed. [Canti] and Sae25 have been removed due to inactivity.

OpalKoboi tauntingly teased the GCDers.

"Baaaa-aa-aa-aa! You're all SHEEP! A bunch of LEMMINGS!"

The GCDers guiltily shrugged their shoulders and shuffled away from the jail.
"Erm... See you tonight."

Opal shook her head.

The Warden handed her a cup of water and a toothbrush.
"Brush."

She blinked. "My teeth are clean, thanks."

The Warden shook his head.
"Nu-uh. Scrub the bathroom floor. It's filthy, and everyone else is busy searching for the key."

She glared, and began to scrub.


---Later That Night---

Club Um wasn't exactly pumpin'... But it was at least gently pulsating.
More and more of the calmer rooms were being occupied, with few people in the more active ones.
Most GCDers had even forgotten the opening of the club was around 9 and had fallen asleep, showing up around 10:30-11.

One such sleepyhead was Ziggy. Sort of.

The Warden blinked. He could have SWORN he saw Zig walk in at 9. But then how did he just walk--
He shook his head. More coffee, less crack, eh?

But the Warden wasn't hallucinating. Indeed, there was now two Ziggy's in the club. And the newly entered one was heading straight for the one already there.

He attacked.

Ziggy and Ziggy rolled on the ground, throwing punches, wrestling, and generally making bloody messes of each other.

"It's the SNIPER! SEPARATE THEM! KILL THE SNIPER!"

The GCDers jumped in and pried the two apart. They jumped the Sniper, disguised as Ziggy, and beat him.
Over.
And Over.
And Over.

The imposter lay dead on the ground, blood trailing from man and grunny alike.

Ziggy stood up.
"Gee, thanks guys."

The GCDers nodded. "You're welcome. And we got the Sniper!"

Ziggy shook his head. "No. Thanks for killing him for me."
With that, he bolted out the door, dropping something as he ran.

It was a white mask.

They'd killed the wrong Ziggy.




OpalKoboi has been voted off, Ziggraut the Eighth has been killed, and Ho `Shiz, Cid High-Wind, Korikun the Cat, SweetnessFairy, and XDarkXGenjutsuX have all been removed due to inactivity.

"THE KEY! I FOUND IT! WE'RE FREE!"
Selinda waved the key above her head triumphantly.
The Jailbirds crowded around her as she unlocked the door to their freedom.

"Uhh... Now what? We're free... So what do we do?"
"We can... Go to sleep?"
"Have a campfire!"

Selinda grinned.

"We can have a campfire... AND play strip blackjack!"

The jailbirds blinked, as did the GCDers standing nearby.

"Uhh... Okay?"


---Later That Night---

Actually, it was a lot of fun. There was a campfire, marshmallows, hotdogs, and drinks all 'round.

The game had just begun, so while there was a few nearly-nude GCDer's (The jailbirds were free now, so classified as GCDer's), no one was out of the game... Yet.

Seth was the first to lose. He slunk away, naked and embarassed.
Meru and Nymphie followed him.
Veliofi and Peanut were next, followed quickly by Christa, Nantooski, Happy, and Seig.
Soon, most of the GCDers were wearing their birthday suits.

Then came Desdemona.

She blushed, having been stripped to her default grey undies and a jacket.

"Uhh... I guess the jacket goes, then... Heh..."

As she took the jacket off, something small, round and white dropped out.

The GCDers gasped.
It was a plain white mask.

She bolted.

The GCDers began to chase her, nude or not.
It was quite a sight; many a Chatterboxian and GDer stopped to stare. Several Q&A'ers sought explinations. The ED'ers simply shook their head and continued debating.
A few newbies signed out, and never signed in again.
Edmund and Logan passed out.


They finally caught up with her around the Cliffs.

They slowly closed in on her. She had two choices; beg for forgiveness, or jump.
And join Mr. Bwahaha.

She gulped.


"You killed all those people!"
"How could you?!"
"You deserve to DIE!"
"Though... You did have some good costumes."
"Yea. The cow one was great."
"And so was your Elbus!"
"Yea! And the-- Wait. Kill her!"

They advanced on her, walking quickly.
She had no choice.

She turned and jumped.


The Bwahahaha'ing stopped, momentarily, and was replaced by a deep 'Huh?'

There was a girlish scream, and the Bwahahaha'ing returned, louder than ever.

The GCDers left her. Half-naked in the hands of Gino-Gambino was a fate WORSE than death.

"So uh... Now what?"
"Iunno. Let's go finish the game."
"Mmkay."

Somehow, Selinda managed to keep her clothes on the longest.
THAT was a first.






The GCD Sniper Game has ended! Congratulations, GCDers. You've won!

Desdemona Winchcombe was the Sniper, and now holds the record for the longest Sniper game.
Thankyou to everyone who was able to participate.

Signups will begin this Saturday, April 15th, at 12:00 EST.

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