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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 1:00 pm
1. Rorek
2. Roy Salamandra
3. Hirun Hikari
4. Insomnesiac
5. Heart Shaped Toastie
6. Sae25
7. Kitty Krazy
8. Sibeiko
9. Emo_Pirate
10. Cheesypoof
11. koritsimou
12. Vlad D. Tepes
13. Anael De Ezra
14. Wrendraith
15. Egotistical Moose
16. Return_of_Watanuki-san
17. Zanaroo
18. Edmond Dantes
19. `Aine Chievious
20. Chikorin Moonie
21. Merumiharu
22. TootsieFruity
23. Merty
24. Sylfaen
25. Otakkun
26. Amigo_amigo_amigo
27. Nymphiedora
28. -_Sanity Eater_-
29. Sunaya
30. iPocky`
31. A Dragonflys Sin
32. Lady Rai
33. K I N G S H O Y
34. buzzkid24
35. Bellecat
36. The Peanut Smuggler
37. Ginji The Beat Crusader
38. Fortenra Askasa
39. inasanemonkey1230
40. Kaze No Temari-kyou
41. Malignant Mushrooms
42. La Julietta
43. Mori Bokusochi
44. Turtle_Devil
45. Alys Gwynn
46. Peles Tears
47. Tedie Behr
48. soraedo
49. Pie The Trilogy
50. gamerguy121
51. [Cherry.Wine]
52. Merriweather
53. s a x e
54. Mercain
55. -Kraazy-
56. numinous decay
57. Guccigirl247
58. Meiko_Michan
59. Text For Nothing
60. sweetnessfairy
61. Draconissa
62. Pixie Saylor
63. wolfenharu
64. Veliofi
65. The Sexy G
66. AKAI_UCHIHA
67. Roger Silverwood
68. Ei-Kichi St Alth
69. HDogXero
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 1:11 pm
Deep in a part of the woods, outside of a small town of bored and suspicious people, there was a table. A long table. A VERY long table, I mean, like… Let’s just say REALLY long. The table was a battlefield of papers, food, cold tea, and things that were once called biscuits and could now be used as projectile weapons of mass destruction. On one side was chaos. Tea was poured, strewn and miraculously aflame, and papers had things only called pictures by the blind children of the world.
The other side was a very large contrast of neatness, which wasn’t hard, considering. Sheaves and stacks of papers were wrapped, stamped, DOUBLE stamped and laminated just in case. Pictures were attached and sources were given.
And the creators of this madness sat across from one another, oblivious to the table beside them. A hatted man looked up from his mad scribbles and stared at his companion. Without a word, he lifted his drawing and smacked it on top of what the March Hare was doing. “I HAVE DECIDED!!! See, right there!”
The Hare sighed and looked at what looked to be a cow in a dress. “Oh, and who is this?” Already the Hatter had a stack of info in hand, a grin spread wide. “OHNONONO~!!! That took me MONTHS!”
His cries were in vain as the Hatter lit the papers in flames. “I have a better death for them in mind, and if YOU don’t want to see my beauty unfold, you can sit here and rot, cause I have a very special tea party to join!!!!!” He ran off leaving the Hare alone with himself. He sighed, pouring tea on the blazing packet. If he closed one eye and tilted his head, he could just faintly make out a name through the charring… The Ti Chan.
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Ti Chan sat in the dark. The light of her first person shooter summoned strange shadows from the dark and made her face even more eerie. She giggled insanely as a round splattered through the brains of her victim, eliciting a high pitched “HEADSHOT!” along with it. Her fingers jumbled quickly as she set up for another.
Due to her strange love of being able to hear her digital victims being gutted in up-to-date surround sound, neither the March Hare nor the Mad Hatter had to be quiet. If they had wanted, they could have prepped a lawn mower beside her, but they still were cautious as they stepped inside.
The Hatter snuck behind her, a grin on his face. “Off with their head…”
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The Hatter and Hare waited for some response. Slowly, the Hatter’s shoulders drooped and he sighed. “Darn speakers… “ He cleared his throat and tried again. “OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!” He smiled again. Nothing.
He growled and scooted behind her. “OFF! WITH! THEIR! HEAD!” Slowly, Ti Chan moved. Unfortunately, it was merely a sneeze, which was obviously to be taken as an affront to what the Hatter was trying to do. He simply lifted his ax and slammed it into her neck again and again, finally stopping as her head rolled into the couch next to her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and screamed into her ear. “OFF WITH HER FRIGGI- … Aww, forget it.”
He tossed the head aside grumbling as the Hatter tried to hold back laughter. “No, really. That… That was TRULY a thing of BEAUTY, my friend.”
The Hatter glared back. “Oh, shuddup. At least it’s begun. Anyway, they’ll all only remember the party, so it’s not like it matters…”
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Tedie Behr snuck quietly between the streets at dawn. She was BOUND AND DETERMINED to beat that b*****d at his own game. His own MUFFINY game. She had a dream two weeks ago about a rock hard muffin and someone’s throat and suddenly craved poppy seeds. As she giddily entered the store, she was bumped into by Fortenra Askasa. Fortenra. And her muffin. HER poppy seed muffin. For the last few weeks, she had been trying to outwit him, but he was like the FRICKING ROAD RUNNER! No matter what she did nor how early she came, she left muffinless and more determined to beat him at this.
So, she woke up at midnight, boarded his windows, glued shut his doors, stuffed his ventilation system and locked the door to his apartment before sneaking off into the night. She laughed manically as she ran down the road, only to have it trail off. THERE! In the middle of the street was HIM! “I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DID IT, BUT I SO AM… Gonna… beat?” She stopped yelling as he didn’t move.
She inched close to him, finally taking in what had stopped him in his mad want for muffins. A tea party was set up. Beautiful flowers arrangements and fragrant teas couldn’t mask the smell of death or blood. Nor could the jams, jellies, butter laden biscuits, intricate tea set take away from the horror of the supposed main course. There, on a silver tray with garnishes and all, sat the head of Ti Chan, a delicate red crown atop her head. Her body sat behind her and ended in a mash of human flesh on top, the horribly ornate dress just a background to the carnage.
Tedie stared. “Oh… my… god…” She turned to Fortenra Askasa. She grabbed his arm, squeezing slightly before shouting, “SUSPICIOUS!” Suddenly she grabbed to pull him to jail, only causing him to yell back and a fight to ensue. During all the ruckus, others began to awaken.
And with that… A town hunt began and all were deemed suspicious.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:41 am
The Hatter sat angrily amongst his tea. The Hare was in a giddy mood, after all, the game had started and that’s all that mattered to HIM, but the Hatter was damned if he was going to sit here and let his friend mock him behind his back. He was SURE when he was home, the Hare was sitting here just telling the Dormouse about his failure. Stupid Hare. Stupid Dormouse.
And of course, then the Hare would whip a brilliant beautiful death out his rear and gloat for ages, cause how HARD could it be to shoot someone? You don’t even have to see their face… Stupid Hare… Stupid guns.
No, no, the Hatter wasn’t going let him do that. He had to fix the problem. But no matter what he did, the Hare would surely find a way to best him. The guy was like Superman if Superman was neurotic and had a 10 foot stick cleanly lodged up his rear end.
BUUUT! If the Hare helped him… If they did the kill TOGETHER, then the Hare couldn’t talk, because then… Then it would both of their greatness. But then the damned Hare would have to MICROMANAGE everything… No, he’d have to plan it now. He’d have to come up with something good… something real good…
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Koritsimou stood next to her best friend’s corpse. Everyone was afraid to touch it, as if some bad mojo were to infect the others of the town if they were try to move the thing. This forced her; and everyone else with her, to stand downwind. She was debating what to do now, to hide or just engulf herself with her sorrow when another person walked up to her.
“Heard about your friend… Not hard when everyone is talking none stop about who they think did it…” Cheesypoof coughed no need to cover her mouth with a paper bag on her head. “Good lord, the freaking smell gets through even the bag. I thought it’d help, BUUTT OHHHH NO!” She coughed again some, and sighed. “You alright?”
Koritsimou sighed. “She was my best friend. Why did she have to die?
S’not fair…” She sighed and kicked her foot around, confused…
Chessypoof stood quietly for a while. “You know what fixes that, right? … ALCOHOL! Alcohol fixes EVERYTHING!” She chuckled and grabbed koritsimou’s arm, dragging her off.
TWO HOURS LATER…
12 Guinness’s and four shots of vodka helped koritsimou do a lot to deal with her pain, and cheesypoof was good company. Chesesypoof stood and YANKED on her arm, her shoulder threatening to dislocate in response. “Come on. LET’S DANCE!” She stood on top of their table, stomping happily. “WE DEDICATE THIS DANCE TO TI CHAN!” She fell in a puddle of giggles.
The March Hare smiled from the table next to them. “Have you ever danced the Lobster-Quadrille?” The Hatter laughed evilly from beside him, eliciting an elbow to the gut.
Koritsimou stared for a minute, and then started to nod, her head on a swivel of its own. “Tha… Tha… sssounds FUN!” She stood, yanking cheesy up with her.
The Hatter shook his head. “I don’t think we have enough room here, though. How bout we take it outside, LAAAADIES?” He smiled grandly and began nodding his head, as if by sheer will he could force them to do it.
The girls stared for a moment, then fell into a huddle of giggles and whispers. Cheesypoof finally straightened and straightened an invisible tie. “Yea, sure, why not.” This caused them both to burst into giggles as they nearly fell outside.
The Hatter sighed and dragged his friend out with them. “So, first we—“ The Hare rolled his eyes and lifted a gun from his pocket. “Now that we’re alone ladies.” He popped two quietly into the back of koritsimou’s head. “Well, that took care of that.” He smiled and turned to the Hatter and cheesy, who was now screaming.
The Hatter glared at the Hare as he jumped cheesy. “Great, now she’s freaking. You couldn’t just wait?” She started slapping him, causing him to panic and finally just grab the nearest object and beat her to death with it.
“You just beat her to death with a trash can lid.” He burst out laughing, panting. The Hatter glared as he started stuffing cheesy into a trash can, pouring water into it. “What are you doing?”
The Hatter smiled and stood. “Mock Turtle SOUP!” He doubled over in giggles then stopped as the Hare began to walk away. “WHHHAT? I thought it was FUNNY!”
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S H O Y and Rorek stumbled out of the bar, and began their song again. Unfortunately, neither of them knew what the either was trying to sing, and it ended up sounded something like someone grating a puppy. They stopped and looked down, Shoy staring. “A… are those dead bodies? Like REAL bodies?” She laughed and stooped down to poke it. “Yep, definitely dead.”
Their heads snapped up as they heard the shuffle of steps. “WE FOUND YOU!” They gulped and chuckled.
Rorek lifted her hands and sighed. “B-but…. Aw, s**t.”
The crowd laughed and congratulating each other on catching both the killers at once. They were so glad that someone had seen the murder and were brave enough to anonymously tell them where to look. Rorek sighed as she got tossed into the jail, Shoy groaning on the floor. “At least we get free food here…”
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:44 am
Back at the the table…
The Hare and the Hatter seemed to be at a stand-still. They sat across from one another, neither budging. Finally the Hatter stood and angrily tossed papers at the Hare. “Why can’t we just do it MY way?! WHY CAN’T WE JUST KILL IT LIKE I WANT FOR ONCE?!
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The Hare growled and stood. “For once?! We’ve been doing it your way all along! Or have you put the TRASH CAN incident out of your mind?!” He snatched a bundle of papers up from the table and sighed. “Look, here’s an idea. How about we just do our things separately and if it works… “
The Hatter pouted. “You want a separation. I see how it is…” He pouted as the Hare rolled his eyes and walked away. “Fine… I’ll beat you at your own game…” He grabbed his own sheet of scribbles and went off.
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The Hare sighed, slinking on the rooftops for his target. He KNEW Sae25 was around the town somewhere. He’d chosen her because she was least likely to be targeted by the Hatter. She had had strange movement habits yesterday and seemed to have been wandering around the town almost aimlessly, strange when she knew there were killers around. He finally dipped low as he saw her.
She was at a window front, leaning in the hopes to look nonchalant. She wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She was obviously high strung and paranoid. Every few minutes she would look at her watch, and then look around. Waiting. A girl walked happily out of the store, and after about ten feet, Sae started following.
Two hours later, Sae was still following her. He couldn’t figure it out. Before the murders, Sae was normal. She had a very set schedule, which is why he couldn’t find her today. Yet she threw it in the wind to FOLLOW this girl. Suddenly a thought hit him. She was following him. And watching. …
Noo… She couldn’t be. SHE… was a Tweedle. One of the two people of this town who knew of him and his other, who knew their plan. He suddenly realized the rifle he had been carrying with him wasn’t enough. A person of this caliber needed something better. Something bigger.
It was nothing to slip home and get his specialty weapon. He smiled as he set up. Sae would not see it coming. It would be his crow, destruction from the sky. He set up the rocket launcher and chuckled as he aimed. This would be good…
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The Mad Hatter waited for his prey. Text for Nothing was rushing from his house trying to get to the city hall in time to discuss what the town was going to do about the killings. He HAD his alarm clock set to let him know when to leave. And his cell phone. But then the time came, he couldn’t find any of them.
He decided to cut through an alley. It seemed one of the murderers accidentally blew something up, and others were milling around to see the after math. Suddenly he bumped into someone, strange for such a quiet alley. “Err… excuse me, I’m kinda late—“
The Hatter grinned. “Yes, late. Late. For an important date.” He laughed crazily, causing Text’s gut to drop somewhere to play with his toes. He tried to scramble backwards, but the Hatter was on top of him. “You’re LATE! Latelatelatelalalattte.” He giggled again.
Text started to cry. “Please. Don’t kill me. I… I CAN HELP YOU! I can help you. I don’t care about these people!”
The Hatter glared and stabbed Text, letting him bleed out for a while. “No. I don’t SEE other people, thank you. I happily have a partner in crime, and I don’t need ANYONE else.” He began crazily slashing and hacking away at Text, until he finally felt better. As he stood, he tossed a watch beside the body, angry. “I KNEW I could do something right. Stupid Hare. Stupid town…”
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Meru left the meeting feeling nervous. The explosion today happened only a little ways away from her. For some reason, Sae had been following her all day, and then suddenly POW, blood and guts around her, and a head at her feet. Today was exhausting, and obviously about to get a lot worse.
“RABBLERABBLERABBLE! THERE SHE IS!” Someone pointed from the crowd outside the door. They charged around her and she let a soft curse. “WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID! You led that sniper RIGHT to Sae! SHE WAS OUR PROTECTOR AND YOU GOT HER KILLED! You were bait for your little SNIPER friend!”
Meru raised her arms. “That’s not true!” But, it was too late. They carted her to the jail and forced her in the hell hole, congratulating each other as they left her to rot. They were turning the corner when someone spotted him.
In an alley, surrounded by his own blood, and from the smell, filth, was Text for Nothing. A silence engulfed the group and someone quietly thought aloud. “B-but… If he’s dead… then that means… Meru is innocent?”
The silence got thicker and someone cleared their throat and spoke up. “Well… she still led our killer right to Sae, so she should just stay there and think about what she’s done. Anyway, no one really liked her…. So..”
Everyone shrugged, content with this and walked away to their own homes. They would all clean up bodies tomorrow. Well, except Ti Chan, though the smell WAS becoming unbearable.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:45 am
The Dormouse sipped tea with the Hatter and Hare, an eerie smile on his face. “She’s challenging you two, you understand, right? CHAAALENGING, as if she has a chance against you two. And my forces say she the last beloved Dee is leaving her a target.” He laughed again and leaned back in his chair.
The Hatter and Hare looked at each over the table. Words were exchanged without mouths being opened and finally the Hare sighed. “Hatter can have her. She deserves a PERSONAL touch and he did well yesterday. I mean, she’s asking to be killed, why I don’t know, but we’ll take her up on it. And I have someone just as deserving.” He smiled and stretched.
The Hatter’s forced smile faltered. “So, now that you’re finished… you can leave, DORMOUSE. Now. Like NOW.” He shooed the other man away, nearly falling on top of the tea and eliciting a strange look from his friends.
The Hare sighed and waved towards the simple exit. “Come on, I’ll walk you to town…” He glared as he left the Hatter alone and pouting. After a few minutes, the Hatter picked up a crayon and sadly began drawing before pathetically adding, “At least I got SOME recognition.”
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A good portion of the town was in the center of the town. Ti Chan’s dead body was still there, and at this point, people couldn’t get up and go ANYWHERE without the stench of the tea party waiting to molest their nostrils. And gods forbid those who actually had to LIVE nearby. The ER had started to learn some of them by name.
And so, they were meeting. And unfortunately, Sanity Eater was the person chosen for the unfortunate job. “Look, all we need to someone to go over there and make sure the protective cube is set right and then put the warning stickers over it.” He nodded to the red and orange stickers she was to cover the plexi glass with. She sighed as she started towards it.
As she did, the Hare took aim. He did not appreciate anyone painting over Ti Chan’s death. And so, she would have to die. He grinned as he shot, movement caught his eye. Right as the shot came towards her, someone COVERED in ridiculous armor jumped in front of the shot. He GLARED! A ******** TWEEDLE! What was with his luck. EVERYWHERE HE TURNED, there they were. BEING COMPLETE NUISANCES! Nuisances with no taste in apparel. He grit his teeth and ran off, trying to make off in the night while trying not to get caught by the b*****d in the silverware.
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Sin woke up to the smell of something burning in her house. She had waited and waited at three for the bastards to come, and they chickened out. She chuckled at the thought. Unfortunately, she was exhausted after the trek to the Realm of Dolls, which was merely this creepy doll shop on Third St.
She yawned and shuffled to the kitchen, where the smell was emanating. There, on her stove, were various soups she didn’t make. The back of her neck crawled as she heard the evil chuckle from the living room. She grabbed the nearest item, a wooden spoon and chucked it at his head. When the Hatter ducked, she began throwing something else, finally grabbing a pot of soup, forgetting they were metal and boiling over with the heat of the stove, screaming as she clutched her hands.
The Hatter danced to her, whistling giddily. “I knew you’d be a perfect cook for our game!!!!!” He bent over her, a blade whipping out from a mysterious part of his body and pinning her shoulder to the ground. “I herd u leik stabbinz?” He giggled insanely as he began to pin her body to the floor with his shining blades. When she was sufficiently held in place, he danced to the phone, calling 911 to let them hear her scream to death before slipping out the window.
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Zanaroo stumbled into jail, the door slamming behind her. There was a large room with beds all around the walls. A stench permeated from the same walls, and when she checked the walls, she understood why. Someone had written in feces and their own blood a poem.
“'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.”
She cringed and stepped back, walking into Shoy. She spun and yelped. “What the hell is happening here?!”
Shoy shrugged and sighed. “Yesterday Rorek disappeared and when he returned… He did this!” She shook her head and pointed to a foaming Rorek. He had fallen asleep sometime in the night, his nails almost fallen off from times he tried to claw the words in the wall. Parts of his body showed self-mutilation.
Zanaroo stared. “Wh-what… ?” She fell back into a bed and looked up at Shoy, gulping for air. “WHO DID THIS?!”
Shoy shook her head and shrugged. “As far as we can tell… he did it to himself…” She sat on the floor and tucked her knees under her chin. “And now Meru is missing… Oh lord, we’re screwed.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:46 am
The Hare watched Heart Shaped Toastie from behind his newspaper. He had been paying the jail a “visit” to check on an experiment, when he'd nearly bumped into her. She was handing one of the inmates, Shoy he believed, a note. They spoke through the bars for about ten minutes before he realized who it was they were talking about. HIM. They were speaking of HIM, in VERY PERSONAL I-kill-people-in-my-off-time ways!
Since then he had been following her, making sure she was Alice, as he thought. She went about her usual birthday business. Stalking friends. Shouting in their ear about her birthday. Setting herself up for a particularly nasty death by getting on his last nerve.
Finally, before night fall really set, she stopped her birthday aggravations by going to get a package from the door. The package was his last desperate ploy to get her away from the rest of the party. It wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone to see the .338 Lapua Magnum gloriously burst her head open like a ripe melon. No, he simply didn’t want ANOTHER INCIDENT like yesterday where the belligerent Dee might pop out of the cake or a present adorned in the latest kitchen ware to ruin his shot again.
Just as she stepped out the door, he aimed, waiting a moment to make sure there would be no friends popping out of bushes before firing. The shot didn’t even sound out, the only response was the splurt of her body and his feet running across the roof to get away, his glee of the kill finally back.
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The last thing Emo Pirate remembered before waking up, was slipping into her dark house and fumbling for the light switch. Then there was pain. A small pinprick, and darkness, and then a groggy, cottony feeling in her head as she came to. She blinked away some of the fluff in her head and stared at a man in a hat. She tried to ask a question, but realized she couldn’t talk. Or feel her tongue.
The Hatter smiled giddily. “SO… realized who I am yet? Or who you are, my pretty kitty?” He tightened the nails leading up and down her body, pinning her to a tree. “You aren’t smiling, though. And that’s not right. Of course, NOTHING is right today… DO you know how my day has been?”
He took out a needle and injected her with another bout of pain killer. “He and I are supposed to meet up EVERYDAY, but is he there today? NOOOO, no HARE, cause he’s too GOOOD for me. SO FINE! I am gonna show him. I have been doing SO WELL without him, and he can’t even HIT his TARGETS!” He put the needle away and got out a butcher knife, waving it in front of her face for emphasis to his rant.
As he did she stared at it, nearly wetting herself and trying to scream and only getting a whiny, high pitched sound out instead. He sighed and smacked her lightly. “Stop that. You have it good compared to me. You get FRIENDS and … and… FRIENDS! I get the ALMIGHTY MARCH GOD and his little Dormouse shadow. Well, that’s all through.” He smiled and stood back for a second.
“Talking about through… I think we’re through, too. Except… Except you aren’t SMILING!” His brows furrowed and he sighed. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Suddenly he pounced forward and started cutting through her face. As he carved a Jack-o-lantern sized smile into her cheeks, he whistled.
When he was finished he stood back again to appraise his work before nodding. “See, and now you are. And see how nice I was. I made sure you couldn’t feel a THING. I am SWEET and KIND and… and… The Hare will realize it soon enough.” He began to walk away, before stopping. “Oh, and that pain killer should only last you about another thirty minutes. Too bad since it might take hours for you to properly bleed out.” He smiled and waved to her, bouncing along back to his house.
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Everyone stared at Aine as she entered the jail. She scanned the room and finally noticed Rorek, tied to the wall and the accompanying smell of rotting. She looked to Shoy and Zanaroo and sighed. “WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!”
Zanaroo yelped and point. “HE TRIED TO EAT ME! Last night, one moment I was asleep, then NEXT, my leg was being GNAWED AT by him. AND MERU IS STILL MISSING AND WE”RE SURE HE ATE HIM!” She scooted further from Rorek’s side of the room.
Aine stared at everyone and tried to take it in at once. “You know what? I suddenly have the feeling that I was safer out there with the killers than in here with the crazies.” She sighed and sat down by the door. “Good lord..”
Heart Shaped Toastie OUR ALICE is sniped by Hare(BTW! Everyone with a role wishes to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry for the murder. XD) and Emo Pirate has been ... murdered by Hatter. Aine was jailed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:47 am
(This is your co-pilot speaking. Great Leader Tichan is out sick tonight, and koritsimou (under the guise of being GL Tichan) is writing your update. Please remain seated while the update is in motion, and keep your hands, arms, legs, ankles, feet, heads, and any other unnamed extremities inside the car at all times. Thank you, and enjoy your ride.)
He was watching. He was getting very, very good at watching. The strikes had to be timed perfectly, planned down to the last meticulous detail. The Hare lowered the binoculars and glowered down at the window of the tidy house below him. After a moment’s consideration, he decided that yes, it was quite a nice house. Flowers all round it, and windows placed at just the right height from the ground to make them seem quaint and home-like.
Not that any of the quaint, home-like details would prevent him from doing what he thought he needed to do, and what he needed to do was shoot the chit who was sitting in her yard and painting.
He raised the binoculars to his eyes again, and focused them until he could see what she was doing. Sanity Eater was seated on a small stool in her yard, an easel set up in front of her and a paintbrush in her hand. She stopped and considered her art carefully. The Hare redirected his eyes towards the painting, refocusing the small set of telescopes as needed.
This would not do, he mused. She’d drawn white roses; a recreation of the flora she saw around her, but halfway through had changed her mind and begun painting them red. She’d changed the colour of nearly half her flowers – for they were everywhere, dancing up from the bottom of the canvas in joyful bundles of petals and thorns – when he finally discarded his binoculars and exchanged them for the sight-scope of his rifle.
Peering down through the cross-hairs, he grinned. “Shouldn’t have painted those roses red, huh?” he asked rhetorically, and fired a flawless shot right through the unsuspecting artist’s head.
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Across the hapless town and as far from the decaying corpse of The Ti Chan as he could get, the Hatter stalked his prey quietly. Well, as quietly as someone who was giggling and crunching through fallen leaves could be.
He tried to keep it down, not wanting to alarm the hapless Bellecat unnecessarily, but at the same time, it was much too much fun not to.
”Bellecat!” He shouted from behind her, waiting until the paranoid girl turned around with a shriek to duck behind the nearest tree.
”Wh-Who’s there?” she called. “Stay back! I have a weapon!” She wielded her stuffed rabbit threateningly. The Hatter laughed again, barely able to contain his mirth.
“Betcha didn’t know it, but this is where the little kitty is! Want me to show you?” He danced a little jig in place, confident that the rest of the town would never catch him. Besides, it wasn’t as though he worried about things like that. Not when he had another round of murder not even five minutes in front of him.
Bellecat tripped over a prominent tree root, and the Hatter scowled. “Too easy,” he said, then grinned as she looked up into the pale, lifeless face of Emo_Pirate and screamed.
Not waiting for her to return to her feet, the Hatter jumped onto Bellecat’s back, pinning her to the ground. “Would you like to leaf?” The Hatter asked, grabbing a handful of leaves from the forest floor and jamming them into her mouth.
”Like a tea-tray, in the sky,” he spouted suddenly, stuffing more dead foliage into poor Bellecat’s face. She screamed, but the sound was muffled by the excessive amount of leaves. Humming merrily to himself under the shadow of Emo_Pirate’s corpse still nailed to the tree, the Hatter waited until Bellecat stopped thrashing before standing. “Awww,” he said. “You couldn’t stay for tea?”
Laughing at his own ingenuity, the Hatter melted back into the darkness, leaving the asphyxiated Bellecat dead on the forest floor.
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“We know you’re in there!” Someone shouted angrily. Mercain hurriedly pressed more of his furniture against the door. “Come out, Sniper!” Came another voice.
”I’m not the killer!” Mercain shouted nervously. “I swear!” His voice broke half-way through the word, and he winced.
”You sound guilty!” Came a third voice, and suddenly a rock was lobbed through his window. “Surrender yourself peacefully!”
I’ve gotta get out of here, Mercain thought quickly. They seemed to be focused around the front door of his house; the rock too had come through into his living room. He made his way into the back rooms, and opened his bedroom window, hoping that he’d be able to make his escape and flee the town before he could be jailed or worse.
Casting a quick look around, he leapt over the small bush under his window, and directly into the waiting arms of the crowd, who’d scurried around to the back to make an attempt from there.
”Gotcha!” Someone shouted, and Mercain found himself whisked away to jail, protesting his innocence the whole way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:49 am
The Hatter and the Hare stared at their guest. The body of Meru sat in the middle of the table, blood staining the table crimson. The Hare didn’t look away as he asked the Hatter quietly, “Who is she…?”
The Hatter jumped from one foot to the other. “Sh-… found us here. SHE FOUND OUR SECRET PLACE! I had to kill her. DON’T YOU SEE!” He started tugging at his friends sleeves before the Hare whipped around and glared at him.
“WHY did you DO that? Why couldn’t you just hold her here until I got back. I leave for TWO DAYS and it’s CHAOS. I already had to take care of one of the damned town’s people with a hallucinogen I whipped up. Now they’ll start wondering where she DISAPPEARED and start HUNTING.” He glared and turned on his back to the Hatter and sighed. “Get rid of the damn body…”
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The Hare loaded another round in the chamber, watching as his Black King wandered around the streets, map in hand. He was obviously confused, mostly because the Hare had sent him the completely wrong address. Gamerguy had sent a mysterious letter in the mail about a club looking for his exact skills. And now he was wandering around the town looking for the imaginative club.
The square was mostly empty, minus one person shopping for fruit in the corner. The Hare readied the butt of the gun against his chin and then lightly squeezed the shot off, causing a soft pop and a massive head wound. He grinned and gathered up his belongings. There was no rooftop this time, only a small apartment he was “borrowing.” He smiled as he locked back up and sneaked out the backdoor, away from prying eyes.
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Buzzkid glared at everyone standing outside his door. He sighed. “I didn’t DO IT. I am NOT a KILLER!” Everyone grinned as they grabbed his arms and started dragging him along.
“OHHHH~! Well, if you didn’t kill him, why were you the only in the square at the time of his death?” The pushed him past a padlocked door and towards the jail.
“I WAS BUYING FRUIT! The bullet hole wasn’t even from MY DIRECTION!” He waved his arms as they pushed him into the jail.
The jailer smiled evilly. “MISDIRECTION! You’re a smart one, but we’re SMARTER here…”
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:50 am
The Hatter and Hare sat at the table in awkward silence. The Hatter suddenly burst out crying. “I-I’M SORRY, BUDDY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO SCREW UP! You know how I get when I panic… PLEASE, let me still help you.” He stood up and leapt OVER the table, nearly knocking is friend over as he grabbed his arm and began to yank. “I’ll be the best damned murderer you’ve EVER seen!”
The Hare yanked his arm back and sighed as he smoothed his sleeve.
“Fine. BUT, we have to do it MY way…” He grinned as he placed a vial on the table. “Have you ever worked as a waiter?” He tilted his head as the Hatter sighed and cursed.
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Peles Tears and Merriweather sat at a table together, whispering about the recent murders. They both had what the other thought were interesting thoughts on the new kills and scant clues given. As they got into their conversation, their waiter appeared all smiles and apologies. He had been creepy from the beginning, but now he was over doing it.
Merriweather gave a very fake smile and turned. “Er… what do you want? We’re kinda busy here?”
The waiter bowed and two plates of oysters on the table in front of them. “This is on the house. It seems the owner knows one of you and wanted to give you a gift…?” He shrugged and topped off their water. “He seemed a little persistent, so PLEASE take them for me. I’m afraid if I told him you two said no, he’d FIRE me.” He bent down and whispered to them. “I really need this job, ladies, don’t do that to me… PLEASE.”
He looked at them both pleadingly. Finally Merriweather sighed and nodded. “Yea, sure, whatever.” She watched as he left and then pushed the plate away. “Yea, I’m not THAT stupid. Who KNOWS what they did to it.” She shook her head, and took a sip of her water, starting up the conversation again. As she drank more, her vision began to go, and suddenly she slumped forward, coughing up blood before dying.
Peles sat up and screamed, then grabbed her purse and ran out the door. She got all of three steps before the shot ran out and caught her just above the left eye. Her body flipped and spun back, and she quietly bled to death on the street.
Fifteen minutes later, nobody could find the waiter or sniper, and no one could QUITE remember what he looked like.
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Fort tried to shove herself against the wall of the cell, staring at the people in the cell. Shoy was what seemed to be asleep, and minus the random outbursts of screaming, you might actually agree. Rorek was still foaming at the mouth, but obviously starting to waste away. Somebody had finally started to feed him, but it simply wasn’t enough. The others had started a kind of barrier against Shoy and Rorek.
Fort ran quickly into it, panting as they pushed the bed protecting the entrance back into place. “Sorry. We had to start protecting ourself SOMEHOW when Aine went missing and Shoy began howling in the night. You should hear some of the things he says… It makes my skin crawl.” Mercain rubbed his arms and looked out through a peephole he had made.
Buzz sighed. “I’m sure they’ll realize what’s happening in here and let us out… I mean, they’d have to be crazier than those two to realize we aren’t guilty… And that they’re torturing us with this. It’s just WRONG!”
Fort began to sob. “We’re all going to die down here, aren’t we?”
Buzz and Mercain looked at one another then shrugged and started nodding. “Yea, probably. But I hope everyone out THERE dies first.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:51 am
The Hare watched the boy in the pool. HDogXero was trying to dunk insanemonkey, who was happily minding her own business. One would think that in a twenty foot pool with only one other person to share it, the boy would find a way to NOT have to be annoying and hit on her. It desperate and annoying and made the Hare that much happier for ridding the world of someone like him.
He finally watched as monkey got out of the pool, screaming at Dog as she did so, the Hare sure that profanities were being used in an achingly shrill voice, which also made him glad he was 30 yards away from the building heating the pool.
He waited patiently until she left the room, glad he contained the ability to delay his gratification. As he did so, he watched as dog got out of the pool, smiling as he slowly squeezed the trigger and let a shot off that threw Dog another ten feet back into the pool. He sighed, a job well done, and waited for his friend to call him.
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Monkey stepped into the female bathroom, annoyed about everything about this visit to the pool. As she had entered, she found that the pool, for some strange reason, was SALT WATER, and after about five minutes, she couldn’t stand to be in it any longer. She had decided to simply float quietly in it for a bit when Dog came in and… well… dogged her.
She finally got tired of THAT and decided to come in here, shower off the salt and go home to rest and wonder about who the murderers are. She slipped into the shower when she heard a noise. She spun and looked around, calling out. “Who’s there? DAMMIT, DOG IT BETTER NOT BE YOU!” She glared, grabbing a towel to wrap around herself as she looked around. She didn’t see anyone when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.
She screamed and tried to scratch and gouge at her unknown attacker, only to thrown down in the bathroom, then being dragged to the toilet. Her attacker slammed her head into the seat, causing her eyes to darken behind the stars. He sighed, “Can’t you just make this EASY FOR ME? Sheesh.”
She tried fighting him more when suddenly he shoved her head IN the toilet. A thought struck her mind that she might come out with a simple swirly and a little bump on the head, but as her lungs began to burn, she realized she was going to die in a horrible fashion, and at the very least, she didn’t have to live it down…
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The Peanut Smuggler was suddenly dragged into a fort. Fort stared at her, and went to talk, but was driven to stop by Peanut Smuggler’s crazed laughter. “AAAHAHAHAHAHA, OH MY GOD! Here I am jailed for GOD KNOWS WHAT reason and then dragged into a fort by FORT!” This sent her into more peals of laughter, which soon stopped as she heard something clang behind her. “What was THAT?”
Fort went to check. “Looks like Shoy just tossed a bedpan…” She shook her head. “Good lord, I wish they would at least ARM US.” She handed Peanut a makeshift weapon from part of the bed. “You’ll need this to use the restroom. For some reason, THOSE TWO out there won’t let us too close to the corner by the toilet. Rorek mumbles of a rabbit hole, and SHOY says it’s a mirror to another world. They’re both bat s**t crazy either way.”
Peanut stared at the weapon in dismay. “I have to beat back people. To use the restroom? … But what if I have to go… say in the middle of the night and forget?”
Buzz laughed by the lookout window. “You don’t… After all, Rorek BITES and Shoy likes to throw things… Just do it, or face the consequences.” Everyone, including the sleeping Mercain, suddenly stared at a spot outside the fort. A sound, almost horrible enough to be called inhuman, was being made out there, while someone else tried to force its way in…
Suddenly Peanut wished she had been one of the few killed… It was a fate better then what was waiting for her now.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:52 am
The Hatter and Hare sat in contented silence. The Hare sat down, and dipped an unknown pastry in his tea, reading the paper. About halfway through, he began choking. The Hatter LEAPED forward and started beating at his back, a concerned look on his face. “BREATHE! BREATHE, HARE!”
The Hare finally hacked up the pastry chunk, only to end up laughing. He pointed to the piece in the article while he sipped his tea to sooth his throat. The Hatter looked down and instantly went red. The Hare patted him on his shoulder. “Please tell me you DIDN’T drown her in a TOLIET!”
The Hatter sighed and shrugged. “You told me to drown her in the locker room and YOU try to drown a girl in a SHOWER. I may be mad, but I’m not stupid.” He crawled under the table and smiled as he scribble. “Soooo, who are we killing today?”
The Hare smiled and grabbed two stacks of papers. “I’ll explain on the way.”
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Maria (Guccigirl) pushed past a waiter and started looking around the restaurant and finally found who she was looking for. There, in a small table to himself, was Roger Silverwood. He was happily writing Vlad hate mail while eating his lunch when she shoved him angrily off his chair. He fell to the floor and stared up at her. “ARE YOU CRAZY, WOMAN?!”
Maria threw his table down, shattering the glass ware and then kicked him in the shin. “I HEARD WHAT YOU’VE BEEN SAYING ABOUT ME! That I’m one of the KILLERS?” He hit him again and glared. “You ******** liar. ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME ARRESTED?!”
Roger stared, open mouth, slowly standing. “Are you insane? I didn’t say ANYTHING about you! I have OTHER people to sheep!” He pushed her, glaring. “And you can stop touching me, you crazed she-b***h.”
The restaurant went silent and Roger very slowly began to rethink his insult when she threw the punch. And it started. He began beating at her, she began pulverizing him. It took a police officer being called in to pull them apart. The police officer took one look and handcuffed Roger, shaking his head. “What kind of man beats up women? SHAME!”
As he was being walked out, Maria sat down, trying to calm herself down. The others in the restaurant stared in disbelief that she wasn’t being carted out with him. She walked out with a smile on her face, but was sadly only able to make it ten step before the Hare was able to kill her.
Roger tried to put up a verbal fight the whole way to jail. The brawl with Maria left him tired physically; otherwise he would have got away. The cop shook his head as he brought him to the jail. “Would you SHUT UP already? Dear lord, he always gives me the annoying ones.”
Roger looked at him quizzically. He opened his mouth to ask the question when the cop brought his night stick against the back of Roger’s head. It took two more hits for him to finally go down, and with that, the Hatter was able to giggle. He was lucky the jail was away from the center of the town. It left him time to have fun before anyone could catch him.
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Draconissa heard a knock on her door as she began prep for her dinner. The oven was preheating and the meat was out and ready to be cut. She sighed. She didn’t like any visitors, now that all her friends were suspect. And she unfortunately had told them so, leading to a large fight and a lot of ugly words being said.
She opened the door a crack and looked out into the hall. No one was there, and in front of her apartment was a slip saying someone had left a package at the complex’s office because she wasn’t home. She glared at the slip. She didn’t want to get it; after all it might be some kind of bomb. But is ALSO might be something from a Dormouse. Before she told them to bugger off, she heard one of her friends had gotten an anonymous message from him.
She glowed in anticipation at the thought of hearing from him and nearly RAN to the office, only to step in to a large group of people, the jailer in front. She sighed and mumbled the only think she could think of. “Oh, DAMN!”
They dragged her off to jail, all the while telling her about how evil she was and cunning and easy to catch. As they got to the jail, everyone stopped. Nailed to the front wall of the jail was the body of Roger Silverwood. Only the body. Where his head would have been was the head of a horse, a small horn glued to it’s forehead. Everyone turned and stared at Draconissa. “What do you have to SAY for yourself.”
She stared at the horrible scene on the wall and though for a second before finally saying. “Yano, I left my stove on… I hope it bursts into flames and kills you all…” With that they threw her to jail, angry yelling the last thing she heard from them.
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