Hey there. I'm Lucas, and I've got a little puzzle for you. Halloween's always been my favorite holiday of them all. And so, in honor of the best day there is, my friends and I hope to give you something!
Here's how this works. I'm hosting a small little dinner party. There are only four guests (other than myself, of course). Turns out. Two of them have a mighty big grudge on me, and one actually is a murderer!
Don't worry, no real harm will befall any pixels. But, once we act out our little parts here, its up to you to determine who it was that did me in, hypothetically of course.
In this event, no Halloween is incomplete without some candy being given out, so:
For guessing period, right or wrong, you receive 2 Rare Candies. As an added bonus, you'll also get one ghost or dark type Pokemon of your choice. Just state the Pokemon you wish in your post with your guess. This excludes any legendaries, however.
These Pokemon will be obtained at Lv. 10. For stats, you can contact one of the mods if you need assistance with HP or attacks.
Those of who guess correctly will receive one Pokemon of any type of their choice. You have a 1 in 4 chance of getting it just by blindly guessing.
However, if you can explain your reasoning behind your guess, and are correct, then you will receive one shiny of your choice.
I'll be playing the part of the host, of course. A rather strange guy, might I comment. He has the horrible tendency to experiment on Pokemon. However, after years of being locked away, the shrinks have finally dubbed him sane enough to go back into the real world.
So, here's a little about my character:
What awaited me out in the "sane world" was a rather stressful life of playing insane rather than actually being insane. The entertainment industry was so enthralled by my story that they immediately picked me up to host these little shindigs. I dress up, decorate my house all creepy like, then invite a few people over for the Halloween weekend to scare the living daylights out of people with a murder mystery type party.
Although I have to warn you, I'm in a terrible physical state in my older age. I've suffered from a few heart attacks already, and, under strict orders from my doctor, am on a diet devoid of salt (rather bland, might I add, makes french fries rather boring), and am taking several medications.
So, someone's definitely out to get me. And its not paranoia. I wake up one morning, and look at my newspaper… and what do I see? A crazy lady has written with a marker in huge red letters all over the front page: “I’m going to feed you to the Carvanha’s, you filthy Swinub!”
Lovely, huh?
They're out to get me, you know. Vanilla and Curtis. My niece and nephew. I was quite the sick person, back then, when I fed their mother and her father to a bunch of Carvanha (although, don't tell the cops that, they never did find any evidence). Of course, I am all cured now, and regret what I've done. But they want revenge, you know. They're coming for me, they're coming to get me… Last party I threw, part of the roof came “accidentally” down on me and the time before, the door of the freezer “accidentally” was closed behind me. But okay, this has to be your murder mystery, and I don't want to spoil all the fun.
So, enough of me, let me introduce you to my current house of... well, would-be murderers!
Oh, before I forget, I just had soup for dinner. Plain old, boring, salt-free soup. The vanilla pudding looked good, but I decided to skip dessert. Hope I didn't offend whoever brought it.
And so, without further ado, here is the rest of the cast, and a little about their characters and what they did during the night of the muder.
Bloody hell these wings are heavy... OH! Uh... hi... you heard that just now, huh?
Ah well. I'm playing the character dressed up as a Tropius in this little thing. Here are a few things to note about my character.
I'm male.
I have an unnatural fear of Carvanha. Seriously, someone says the word, and I have to spazz and freak out like I got one down my shirt or something. So yeah, while you're here, don't say it. I haven't had enough coffee this morning to deal with that...
For dinner I had meatballs. Uh, why did they need to know that? What we ate isn't important.
I saw Ninetails with a glass bottle, but it turned out to be perfume. Although it must have been old, because it smelled more like pickled eggs than anything nice. Whatever perfume she did have on smelled nice, though. It was either that or her breath after dessert, I couldn't tell...
I did the dishes after dinner with the creepy Hoothoot guy. Seriously, the guy was sneaking around the whole party, claiming he was taking pictures. But what pictures would he take away from the main room when there's only five people at the party?
Well howdy, I'm playing the person dressed as Ninetails for this little party (I have to admit, the boa is quite nice), so let me tell you a little about my character.
I'm female.
For dinner I had just a little bit of the seafood salad stuff. It was pretty tasty. Tropius avoided it like the plague, though. I don't think anything was wrong with it, although I felt a little sick a little while after dinner. Perhaps the fish was too old? But we heard later that Lucas died of poisoning. I don't know if he had any of the seafood salad, but it seems likely.
Heya, I'm playing the person dressed as a Houndoom for the party. And here is my character's info.
I'm female.
I've always been interested in contacting spirits. As such, I always bring a Ouija board with me.
I had just a salad for dinner. I refuse to eat anything that once lived in the ocean. Don't ask why, its complicated. For dessert I had some of the pudding.
We all brought our own food, already cooked, to the party. All the food (including dessert) except for Lucas' soup was made in another kitchen.
After dinner, I had to bring Ninetails' pudding spoon into the kitchen. Turned out she had like five servings. Seriously, where does it all go? Wish I had her metabolism...
Well, last but not least comes me. I'm playing the guy dressed as Hoothoot (lame costume, I know, but at least I'm not lugging around those huge Tropius wings!). So, here's my character's bio.
I'm male.
I'm a photographer. You'll see me taking pictures of just about everything there is to see in the party. Mostly random stuff, but you should take a look at them, they're bound to at least interest you a little.
We actually did a seance after dinner, but it ended badly. It turned out Houndoom channeled the soul of a woman who claims that Lucas killed her and her husband. She sounded kinda off her rocker, though. All she could talk about was her vanilla perfume, and naming her girl after the fragrance because the girl was obsessed with the smell of it.
I did the dishes after dinner with the annoying Tropius guy.
My pictures:
~Lucas getting yelled at by the posessed(?) Houndoom. With the spirit of the angry lady. Seriously, you should have seen the look on Lucas' face. Oh, wait, you're looking at the photo...
~Tropius discussing something in the corner with Houndoom. The two look suspicious, don't they?
~Ninetails in the kitchen, adding spices to a pot.
~The group standing by the kitchen. Tropius was still inside the kitchen doing dishes. It took him a while to notice I was gone and start yelling at me to come back and help him.
~Houndoom looking out the window. She's eating vanilla pudding. I saw her later with another pudding spoon, although she didn't look too happy about having it in her hand. Probably because Tropius would get mad at more dirty dishes after finishing washing them all.
