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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:36 pm
OVERVIEWThe city of Sniperville; dank, disgusting, corrupt. The residents of this dismal city, known among themselves as “SGers”, frequently had to fend for themselves in a city where greed reigned supreme and criminals ran free. It was only a matter of time before someone snapped and went on a killing spree throughout the city. Still, at least it would be a fun diversion from the usual goings on in the city... ╔══════════════════════════════════════╗ ..Sign-ups are from now until Wednesday 14th July!..The game will start at 22.00 Wednesday 14th July!╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ROLES The SGer: They are the ordinary citizens of Sniperville. They work, rest and play in complete ignorance, as well as being the most paranoid members of society. Nearly everyone in the game is an SGer. The Sniper: The sniper is a merciless killer who relies on stealth, patience and their rifle to execute the SGers with incredible precision. Once the sniper has you in their sights, you’d better hope one of the G-Team is nearby or you will find yourself a little...light-headed, so to speak. The Crazy Killer: Once an upstanding citizen of Sniperville, but driven mad by the increasingly corrupt and greed-driven city. They...aren’t exactly stable and will resort to brutally butchering their victim, often in gruesome or macabre ways. The News Reporter: Once a successful investigative journalist for a newspaper which went bust because it couldn’t keep up in the current political climate, now just like every other SGer. However, when there were reports of a couple of murderers on the loose, they decided to put their snooping skills to use. The G-Team: These are some of the few police officers who have not been corrupted by the cities despicable influence and devote their own lives to save other people. They are able to watch over an SGer and keep them safe. The Inept Cop: This police chief only holds their place due to their friendship with the mayor of Sniperville. In fact, under other circumstances, they wouldn’t even be a police officer, never mind the chief. They are so bad at their job that they usually get the details wrong and make up the rest to try and make it fit. The public have begun to grow tired of them and so they have decided to conceal their identity with a paper bag, to keep their shame at work. However, despite their inadequacies, they sometimes strike lucky and will discover a vital clue that may help with the investigation. RULESI apologise for the tl;dr, but it’s important stuff.If a special role player hasn’t looked at their PM by the end of Day 2, they will be re-cast. I will send you another PM after the re-cast explaining that you were re-cast and why, just to avoid confusion. You MUST vote every day or you will gain an inactivity. Inactivities will be displayed in the memberlist alongside your name. Just like in other games, if you have three inactivities in a row or five in total, you will be removed from the game. For giggles, I’ll put the inactive players removed into the update for that day after the killings and jailing. With regards to the previous rule, you may pass for the day if you wish, allowing you to continue playing without an inactivity. You may have three passes in total, after this it counts as an inactivity. You may also PM me in advance for days you will need to pass. I will RNG any kill or save that has not been sent to me before the deadline. A killer MAY NOT target themselves. Suicide is illegal in Sniperville and killers take this particular law to heart, even if they don’t mind the “murder is illegal” law. The order of the update will be Jailing, Sniper Kill, CK Kill. However, if a killer is jailed in the update, their kill will still go through and will be implemented in the same section as the jailing before they are jailed. An inactive killer or one who does not send me their clue on time will delay the NR’s request; however, this will be compensated to the NR asap. Missing one clue will yield two clues the next day and then return to normal. G-Team MAY NOT protect themselves, but there is nothing stopping them from protecting each other. It is very difficult to watch your own back in Sniperville. The Inept Cop will likely cause a slight amount of confusion as it is an entirely new role. However, I will explain as best as I can how the role will function. If you are the Inept Cop, you do not have to worry about Giftsniping or anything that involves interacting with other players, you play in a similar method as the G-Team, by PMing me. The PM needs to contain the area you wish to search: The body of the Sniper victim, the area of the Sniper victim, the body of the CK victim, the area of the CK victim or interrogate the latest jailbird. I will RNG the result and if you have stated the same area as the RNG result, your findings will be announced to the players in the next update. The findings are based on where the Inept Cop has searched: Sniper-related searches yield findings about the Sniper, whereas CK-related searches yield findings about the CK. Interrogations yield a 50-50 chance of either killers. When a killer is removed from the game, so is their matching investigations, thus making it slightly easier to find clues. The Inept Cop cannot do anything on Day 1, I will make it clear why this is in the update. wink Voting ends at 10 PM GMT (5 PM EST or 2PM PST) each day. I apologise if this is inconvenient for anyone, but it’s the only time I’d be able to do it every day, especially on Saturdays. Realistically, it means that anyone in these time zones will be getting an afternoon update and therefore should be able vote every afternoon or night after school/work/whatever else. I will attempt to have updates up at midnight. They shouldn’t be delayed by very long though if I can’t have them up at that time for whatever reason. SIGN UP!I [insert name here], promise to vote every day, participate in the game and follow all the Guild rules. If I miss three days in a row or five days in total, I am aware I will be removed from the game and placed into a humiliating “removal update” section in the following update. I will play to the best of my abilities and will have fun.
Sincerely, [insert name here] MEMBERLIST1. [Moseley]2. Anael De Ezra P3. Heart Shaped Toastie4. Sheena Ayame 35. beReaved__staRlight 16. heavensdark7. Equinoxious8. Kisuke Yamada 4, 10 G-TEAM9. Shadow_Articuno10. VanillaPlatyPus 1, 2, 311. Haven_gal12. Hatmaster13. Draconissa 2 CRAZY KILLER14. Respectful Rhino15. Chikorin Moonie 2, P, 716. bobsleder 1, 2, 317. Derrai P, 1018. Tedie Behr P19. Help The Bombardier 1, 2, 320. Unknown R A I N B O W21. Unphotographable P, P NEWS REPORTER22. m e a m e a a 2, 523. Rasani 2, 324. Ei-Kichi St Alth 225. Alpha the White 1, 2 SNIPER26. buzzkid24 P, P27. i am with u all the way28. mutantcarrot 4, 9, 10, 1129. Ginji of Thunder 3, 4, 530. Thorn Of The Sky 4 31. flamingdove P, 432. iiMegaDerp 1, 2, 333. Tindil Alozze 3, 9, P, P34. Amigox3 235. Fortette Askasa 1 G-TEAM36. Kozmo6 1 INEPT COPSnipedCrazily KilledJailedInactive
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:38 pm
Day 0 - Bang, Boom
It was just a regular day in Sniperville. Birds tweeted, cars hummed, small children lit fires, nothing really out of the ordinary. KeJoRo decided to go for a stroll through the city. He had a good feeling for today, as he’d received a letter. The letter told him that he was eligible for a tax return and was owed nearly a grand in over-paid taxes. All he had to do was go down to the town hall and collect it. In all honesty, he couldn’t remember even paying that much tax, never mind paying that much more than usual, but nevertheless, money is money, right? So there he was, one hour from the time he was supposed to collect it and on a nice, calm walk through a nearby park. As it neared the time, he decided to head straight over to the town hall, get his money and then go for lunch. As he turned to go onto the street where the town hall was found, something out of the ordinary happened. A construction worker left their tools in the middle of the street and went into the local pub. KeJoRo decided to return them to the lazy worker and so walked toward the discarded tools. Just then, a gunshot rang out. The bullet struck KeJoRo in the side of the head and he fell onto the building the construction worker had been working on. There was an almighty boom as the building exploded outwards onto the street. KeJoRo’s body was nowhere to be seen.
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Later that day, the mayor made a public announcement.
“There is evidence that suggests that the explosion was caused by a separate individual to the one who fired the initial shot. I would advise all citizens to be on their guard.”
The crowd broke into nervous chit-chat as the mayor left the stage.
The chief of police, also known as the inept cop, then took the podium.
“We are working round the clock to find the murderers. So far, the evidence suggests that both murderers are, in fact, killers.”
The crowd groaned and eventually booed the inept cop from the podium.
It certainly looked like this was no longer just a regular day in Sniperville.
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KeJoRo has been shot AND exploded!
Voting starts now and ends Thursday the 15th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Sniper and Crazy Killer send me your kills and clues!
News Reporter send me your clue request!
G-Team send me your saves!
Inept Cop there is no body or criminal to investigate, it’s your day off today!
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:40 pm
Day 1- Paint the Town Red
The mayor decided it was best to let the crowd cool off for today. The inept cop had caused enough annoyance for one day and besides, no-one else was murdered, so there was no need to cause any distress. Just then, someone burst into his office.
“We’ve got him now sir!”
“Got whom?”
“The Sniper! He’s sitting at home, what an obvious place to hide!”
“Can you be sure it’s him?”
“The evidence is all there! We’re moving in now!”
Hatmaster was sitting at home watching House and SHOUTING REALLY LOUD. They were generally two of his favourite things to do, so he was having a whale of a time. Just then, there was a knock at his door.
“WHO IS IT?!” Hattie shouted as he walked toward the door.
“Erm...police, we have a warrant for your arrest.”
“REALLY? ON WHAT CHARGE?” By this time, Hattie had opened the door and was now directly facing the police officer.
“Murder...and I’m pretty sure that it’s illegal to shout like that at an officer.”
“I’M INNOCENT! INNOCENT I TELL-ˮ
As he spoke that sentence, a gag was thrust into his mouth and handcuffs were placed on his wrists.
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As the officials at the Town Hall celebrated their capture of the Sniper, Unphotographable couldn’t stop worrying. I mean, there was still the Crazy Killer, right? As he walked home from work, his worry began to turn to dread. Footsteps echoing in his mind, he began to quicken his pace. Fear firmly gripping him, he began to run. That feeling...he was being watched! He darted into a back alley, hoping this would keep him safe. Finally though, he realised he was trapped. It was a dead end. He turned and saw a cloaked figure. The figure raised a pistol and aimed it at Photo’s head.
“Any last words?” the figure sneered.
Photo couldn’t move, let alone speak. His eyes were transfixed on the pistol. Any moment now and-
BLAAAAAAM!
Photo hit the ground, but not in the way he expected. There was another cloaked figure on top of him.
“Damn G-Team...” he heard the first figure say before footsteps rang out in the alley.
Turning to thank the mysterious stranger who had saved him, Photo was amazed. The figure had vanished.
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Respectful Rhino was sitting on a park bench. He wasn’t quite sure why, as he was sure he had something better to be doing, but nevertheless, here he was, on a park bench. It was remarkably peaceful here in Sniperville Park, especially considering the recent news of murderers on the loose. People passed by, occasionally smiling and waving. Obviously the park had that effect on people. After sitting there for a while, he finally decided it was time to get a move on. However, as he attempted to stand up, he found that he was stuck. Looking around, he saw it. The “Wet Paint” sign. Someone had crudely hidden it behind the bench, yet still, it was in plain sight and he had missed it. Oh well. Strangely, now that he had noticed it, he began to notice that there wasn’t as many people in Sniperville Park any more.
“It must be nearing closing time...” he thought.
After 20 minutes of struggling to get up, he finally accepted the fact that he was well and truly stuck. He began to shout out for someone to help him, but no-one came. Eventually the park caretaker arrived.
“What are you doing on that bench, boy? Didn’t you see the sign?”
“No, I missed it. I just wanted to sit down for a bit, but now I’m stuck, could you help me?”
“Nope. You’ve just spoilt the paint, boy.” Said the caretaker, a maniacal grin forming on their face as they raised their rake.
The next morning, Rhino was nowhere to be seen, but the bench had just been given a lovely coat of red paint.
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#12 HATMASTER HAS BEEN JAILED AND SILENCED!
#21 Unphotographable has been saved!
#14 Respectful Rhino has inadvertantly beautified Sniperville Park!
Voting starts now and ends Friday the 16th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Sniper and Crazy Killer send me your kills and clues!
News Reporter send me your clue request!
G-Team, good job! Send me your saves!
Inept Cop, it’s time to investigate! You might even find Rhino’s body if you’re lucky!
Everybody VOTE!
Also, as a side note, would everyone please double check their number before they post it please? A couple of people had me confused razz
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:42 pm
Day 2 - Silent Trickery
A crowd gathered outside the town hall in nervous anticipation, as they did after KeJoRo’s murder. The word going round was that the sniper had struck again, but was stopped by an equally mysterious person. There were also reports of Rhino mysteriously vanishing. Whatever happened, people were getting themselves scared and confused about the whole situation. However, the crowd began to quiet down as they saw a familiar figure with a paper bag mask take the podium.
“Oh great, them again...” someone called out.
The Inept Cop cleared their throat and began to speak to the crowd.
“As you all know, Respectful Rhino went missing yesterday. What you may not have known is that I had been doing some snooping around that park bench he was last seen at. And guess what I found? A shopping list. Yes, that’s right, a shopping list. It certainly wasn’t Rhino’s. This may very well be a clue to the Crazy Killer’s identity. The shopping list had a few relatively normal items on it, but it also had a few different kinds of weapons on it. The Crazy Killer wants more weapons. I’ll be damned if they get them.”
The crowd, while not completely impressed by the discovery, had to admit that the Inept Cop had done a decent job today. In fact, they didn’t even boo them off the stage this time.
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Equinoxious was on her way to the Material Emporium, a humongous shop that solely supplies various materials for making clothing. It sold every type of clothing material you could imagine, from wool, nylon and cotton, to more exotic materials, such as hand woven cloth made from coconut hair, despite it likely being rather uncomfortable. That wasn’t the point. They sold it here and that was the main thing. Thinking about the materials she was about to purchase, Equin couldn’t help but vocalise her current feelings.
“My cosplay is nearly complete!” She said to herself, rather a bit too loud.
After looking around to make sure nobody was looking, discovering a couple of people staring, then deciding she didn’t care, she let out an almighty, “MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
Within minutes several unmarked vehicles surrounded her, out from which poured armed police officers and men in white coats.
“We have you now Crazy Killer!” one police officer shouted. “Only one as evil and crazy as yourself would let loose a maniacal laugh in the middle of Sniperville for no apparent reason!”
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A phone rang ominously. The mysterious figure answered it. After listening for a short while, they said, quite simply, “Ok” then hung up. Tonight was the night it seemed. Leaving the building and creeping in the shadows, the cloaked figure watched over a lone figure walking in the dark. It was that person’s lucky night, they would be safe another day. After following silently for an hour, the cloaked figure began to get more and more tense. Nothing was happening. Their source surely couldn’t be wrong, right? Eventually, the target turned in for the night.
“So my source was wrong about the timing. That doesn’t mean they won’t strike later tonight. I’ll keep on look-out all night if I have to.” thought the mysterious figure.
A gunshot rang out. The figure hit the ground, their blood spattered against the wall of the house they were protecting. The Sniper looked down from their vantage point in the apartment block opposite.
After a brief moment of silence, they spoke. “Fortette Askasa. You really ought to have asked more questions about who your source was, shouldn’t you? One less G-Team to worry about.”
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It hadn’t been a very good day for Shadow_Articuno. First, the pipes in his house burst and he had to phone a plumber, then the plumber didn’t show up for three hours and then he was over-charged! Vengeance on his mind, he dialled the number for the plumbing company once again.
“Hello? I’ve just been seen to by the most arrogant man I have ever met from your company! I...no I was not rude to him at all! He walked in here and didn’t even look at the pipes until I paid him! In my past experiences I’ve only paid after the work is done. I demand to speak with him immediately! What? Sure...you could send him back over to apologise I suppose...well...ok, goodbye.”
Articuno waited, pacing back and forth. His anger increasing at every step, he couldn’t wait to see the vile plumber again to give him a piece of his mind! There was a knock on the door. He went to the door, going over what he would say in his mind.
“Hello, I’m here to see you about those leaky pipes.” said the person at the door.
“What? They’ve already been seen to today. You’re not the plumber I was meant to see.”
“Damn, you actually had leaky pipes and I missed them? Ah well, plan B it is then.” the mysterious person said as they revealed a section of lead piping.
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The Inept Cop has found some valuable evidence! What could it mean?
#7 Equinoxious should have kept her thoughts to herself!
#35 Fortette Askasa, one of your G-Team, was sent on a wild goose chase!
#9 Shadow_Articuno has a more serious piping issue now!
Voting starts now and ends Saturday the 17th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Sniper and Crazy Killer send me your kills and clues!
News Reporter send me your clue request!
One G-Team member left! Send me your save!
Inept Cop, good job today! Let’s see if you can keep up the good work!
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:43 pm
Day 3 - Storm's a'Brewin'
The crowd gathered once again at Sniperville Town Hall. Fortette Askasa had been shot by the sniper yesterday, losing the SGers a valuable defence against the killers and putting them on edge. As the Slightly-Less-Than-Inept-Than-Was-Previously-Thought Cop, as they had recently been dubbed by someone with a poor sense of humour, took the podium, the people had high hopes. Maybe they had figured out another clue!
“Now as you all may know, Shadow_Articuno was viciously bludgeoned to death inside his own home last night. I made my investigation there and discovered the most shocking revelation about the Crazy Killer yet...a plumbing bill. Yes, yes, you heard that right. A plumbing bill. Now call me stupid, but it looks like the killer has recently had a plumbing job at their own home! Even more despicable, they charged the account to Articuno himself!”
Someone indeed called the Inept Cop stupid and the crowd began to boo them off the stage. First time lucky I suppose.
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A few people had decided it would be a much better idea to stick together, as the killers seemed to favour lone victims. They decided to take it in turns for whose house to sleep at and who actually slept on each respective night. They believed themselves immune from the killers and began to forge a deeper friendship with one another. This morning, it was I am with u all the way’s turn to cook breakfast for everyone. She cooked the most glorious meal she could think of, far more glorious than anything that could ever be described in written word. After everyone had eaten, she decided to take a quick shower before they headed out. While she was upstairs, there was a knock at the door. The person who opened it was greeted by four police officers with serious expressions.
“We’ve received an anonymous tip that a so-called I am with u all the way lives here and is, in actuality, one of the killers we’ve been looking for.”
“Sh- she’s upstairs...” the person answered, without thinking to mention she was in the shower.
The police officers headed up the stairs and opened the first door they came to – the bathroom door.
“I am with- argh!” The officer shielded his eyes and backed out of the room. Hiding behind the wall, he began to speak once again.
“I am with u all the way, you’re under arrest for murder! We’ll...reduce the sentence if you put some clothes on. Fast.”
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There was a storm that night. Thunder, lightning, rain, wind. It was all there and it was coming down with force, almost as if the skies themselves were praising the killer’s efforts or even trying to help them. Amigox3 had never seen a storm so bad in his entire life. Possibly. He had a terrible memory at this current moment in time. He decided he would stay inside this night, as he didn’t really fancy being struck by lightning right now. Besides, it was safer in here, as the sniper needed a clear shot and he wasn’t going to let anyone in tonight, let alone the Crazy Killer. Feeling pretty content with himself, he decided to watch the television for a little while before going to bed. Nothing interesting was on, so Amigo spent most of the time channel flipping. Eventually, he got bored and went to bed. He made one last look out of the window to see if-
BLAAAM!
Amigo slumped backwards onto the ground surrounded by his own blood, glass and bits of brain matter.
“Hasta la vista, Amigo.” The Sniper smirked.
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Putting the phone down, Ei-Kichi St Alth smiled. He always enjoyed talking to Mea, but tonight seemed better than usual. He didn’t know what it was, but tonight she really made him feel great. He sat back in the chair fully enveloped in happy thoughts. Eventually, he decided he was hungry and wandered off to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. However, the doorbell rang before he could reach it. Wondering who could be bothered to make the journey in this weather, he went to the door to find a police officer looking as grim as ever.
“Kichi, we have some bad news for you, I’m afraid you’ll have to sit down while I tell you.”
Fear and curiosity hit him as he silently ushered in the police officer. What could have happened?
“Kichi...I’m not sure how to tell you this, but...Mea has been murdered.”
“What? No, that’s impossible, I just spoke to her on the phone10 minutes ago!”
“We have evidence to suggest that the Crazy Killer had rigged her phone. It exploded the moment she hung up. I’m sorry.”
Kichi was wracked with grief and began to hyperventilate.
“Nah, I’m messing with you, she’s probably fine. You on the other hand, aren’t.”
Kichi looked up and the last thing that went through his brain was his skull. After being hit with the same piece of lead piping that was used on Articuno, still covered in dried blood, that is.
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Bobsleder was sick of this city. He was moving out of here! He decided to go on a long trip and be rid of everyone forever. He got into a taxi and said the address. The taxi sped off, a little faster than he was expecting. The driver turned around. It was a chimp that had escaped recently from the zoo. With the recent chaos with the murderers, no-one much knew about it. The car swerved from side to side and mowed down VanillaPlatyPus and Help the Bombardier. After a few more terrifying moments, it finally crashed into a wall, taking out iiMegaDerp in the process.
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#27 I Am With U All The Way isn’t going to be with us all the way!
#34 Amigox3 has been worked into a terrible pun!
#24 Ei-Kichi St Alth had his brain messed with twice!
#10VanillaPlatyPus, #16 Bobsleder, #19Help the Bombardier and #32 iiMegaDerp have gone inactive!
Voting starts now and ends Sunday the 18th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Sniper and Crazy Killer send me your kills and clues!
News Reporter send me your clue request!
One G-Team member left! Send me your save!
Inept Cop, not so good today, try again!
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:45 pm
Day 4 - Cute AND Horrific!
Due to the recent murders, the mayor had ordered all citizens to carry ID with them wherever they went. If someone was suspected of being either of the killers, they were to produce their ID when asked or be jailed regardless. Obviously, some of the people in today’s crowd were not happy about it.
“Where are our rights?” one called out.
“Where is our freedom?” called out another.
“Where can I buy a hot dog?” yet another called out, angrier than the previous two.
The Inept Cop attempted to calm down the crowd with another of their discoveries.
“Calm down people, calm down. We are closing in on the Crazy Killer. It won’t be long before they are arrested and put out of everyone’s worries forever! Then we can go back to relative normality like it was before. Oh yeah, after the Sniper is caught as well. Yeah...Anyway! I investigated Kichi’s house last night and found evidence of a mouse infestation. There was a hole in the wall and everything!”
“What does that have to do with the Crazy Killer?” an irate person screamed angrily.
“I was getting to that part! Where was I? Ah yes. The Crazy Killer has formed some sort of alliance with the mice, who burrowed into the house and ate Kichi alive!”
“...Did you even look at Kichi’s body? He was beaten to death with a pipe.” one of the armed police to the side whispered to the Inept Cop.
The crowd went into a rage and began throwing various bits of rubbish at the Inept Cop until they left the podium.
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Sheena Ayame was one of the angry members of the crowd. Picking up everything she could find and throwing it at the Inept Cop, she aimed to let her anger be known. She eyed someone’s parked car slightly off to the side of the crowd. It looked to be the perfect vantage point for the way the Inept Cop was heading. Wasting no time, Sheena dashed to the car, bringing a few bottles, a rolled up newspaper and a few rotten eggs as ammo. The car was easily climbed and within moments she was hurling her rubbish with precise aim. Unfortunately, this vantage point came at a price.
“That girl- OW! Over there. She- OW! Must either be leading the- OOOWWW! Crowd or one of the killers! Arrest her! OW!” The Inept Cop shouted to one of the armed police as they were being pelted with various objects.
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Later that day, there was a MASSIVE amount of people flocking to Sniperville Zoo. So much so that the queue was never seen to have less than 30 people in it, even though there were being five people let in at a time. People were even coming from other cities, despite the current murder problem. One such person was Heart Shaped Toastie, however she wasn’t here for the same reason as most other people. Psychotic, car-jacking chimps were less than interesting to her right now. She wanted to see the pandas! The gift shop was on the way to the panda enclosure, so she decided to drop in on the way and buy a few things. Ok a LOT of things. Panda stuffed toys, panda stickers, a panda backpack, a full-body panda suit and even a stalk of bamboo! Ok, so it was a toy spear in the style of a stalk of bamboo, but it was the closest she could get. Skipping merrily to the panda enclosure, she was feeling overjoyed. Finally, she stopped at the enclosure and gazed in wonder...at nothing. There were no pandas to be seen at all. Feeling disappointed, but not wanting to give up, Toastie stayed and waited. Finally a strange-looking panda holding an even stranger-looking stalk of bamboo emerged from the sleeping area in the enclosure.
“That does NOT look as cute as any pandas I’ve ever seen before...” Toastie sighed disappointedly.
The panda lay down on the ground and pointed the bamboo stalk at her.
“That’s...a little weird.” She thought and continued to stare at the weird panda.
BLLAAAM!
“Next time, I’m going for a more easily accessible target...” The Sniper thought as they made their escape.
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Several of the SGers had changed over the last few days. Some had become more reclusive, some more disheartened and some had become more resolved to find out who the killers were. One of these individuals was Rasani. He had even donned a film noir-style detective suit in order to look the part. Well, aside from the trousers, it was remarkably difficult to find trousers for a snake. However, the point still remained! Rasani was ready to find the killers and dispense some justice if he had to. His trail of investigations brought him to a pub on the other side of the city to what he was used to. Resolve still going strong, he entered the pub. C. K. Stanley’s was surprisingly deserted for a pub, especially with the recent murders going on. Shrugging this off, Rasani made his way to the bar. He ordered a drink and sat for a while. Making another look around the pub to see if he was being watched, he ushered the bartender closer.
“I’m here to see...the one who calls himself...Stan The Man...” he whispered.
The bartender looked around the room and loudly proclaimed, “Sorry, I don’t know anyone with that name, I think you’ve came to the wrong place.” He then bent down low and whispered into Rasani’s ear, “Meet me round the back in half an hour, make sure you come alone.”
Thrilled with his first solid piece of evidence, Rasani finished his drink and left the pub. When it came closer to the time, he headed round the back like the bartender told him to; however, no-one was there.
“They’ll be out here in a bit, I’m sure of it.” He reassured himself.
Sure enough, moments later, the back door opened and the bartender came out holding an envelope. They nodded indiscreetly, passed the envelope over and re-entered the pub. Looking around to make sure no-one was watching, Rasani tore open the envelope, releasing a powdery substance, which quickly entered his lungs. He began to feel woozy and slowly began to cough up blood. As he began to lose consciousness, he read the letter inside.
It read: “Teehee. How did you NOT realise you were going to be murdered at C.K. Stanley’s? It isn’t even a real place! <3”
With that, Rasani slumped to the floor, landing in a steadily increasing pool of his own blood.
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#4 Sheena Ayame was arrested for sticking it to the man!
#3 Heart Shaped Toastie was shot by a curious panda!
#23 Rasani should have double-checked his leads!
Voting starts now and ends Monday the 19th of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:46 pm
Day 5 - Two Down
The Inept Cop decided to visit the latest jailbird today: Sheena Ayame.
“Tell me what you know of the Sniper or Crazy Killer, Sheena. There’s no point pretending you don’t know.”
“Go to hell.”
“That sort of talk isn’t going to get you anywhere Sheena.”
“Alright, you want talk? I’ll talk and I’ll tell the truth, is that what you want?”
“Yes...yes it...is?”
“Good. You are an imbecile. You are a useless police officer and are doing nothing to help catch the killers.”
“...Ok I think you know nothing...”
With that, the Inept Cop left the interview room, a slight dark, damp patch beginning to form under the left eyehole on their mask.
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Unphotographable had been on edge ever since the attempt had been made on his life. He had become reclusive, unwilling to trust anyone. He only ever left the house to buy food and supplies and the occasional trip out for private purposes. All of those were done during the day and he always made sure he knew exactly what was behind him. As the days progressed, he became more and more convinced the Sniper would make another move on him. Unfortunately, he was right. That evening, he returned home, fresh with new ideas and cryptic hints at who the killers may be. His notebook was pressed firmly to his chest and he went to the drawer in the living room for a plain envelope. The kind he had been using to warn the others of his clues. However, when he got there, the drawer was empty.
“Huh, that’s odd. I could’ve sworn I had at least another two or three left...” he said quietly.
“You did.”An ominous voice called out behind him. Photo froze.
“You’ve come back for me, haven’t you.” He said, without turning round.
“At first I was just angry you’d escaped. Then, as I bided my time, I began to notice you snooping around. I will not allow you to uncover anything else about me and this time,” The sniper cocked his pistol. “There is no escape.”
Photo spun around, fist clenched, but the Sniper was too fast for him. In one fluid motion, they raised their pistol and fired. The bullet entered Photo’s throat and burst out the back, causing a gory spray against the drawer. He froze for a moment, went as if to speak, but no sound came out. His eyes glazed over and he fell to the ground, dead.
“Alpha the White, we know you’re in there!” called a voice from outside Photo’s house called.
“Damn, I was too late to stop Photo’s hints.” Alpha said.
He ran to the back door and burst out into the garden. However, there were a few armed police officers with their guns aimed at him. Thinking quickly, Alpha raised his pistol and fired at the police officers, killing one and wounding another before they got the chance to retaliate. He was struck in the shoulder and retreated back into Photo’s house.
“Alpha! Give yourself up! It’ll be easier for everyone!”
Alpha cursed and fired a few more shots out of the window. Just then, the front door burst open and several officers in riot garb charged in. One fired a pistol and struck Alpha in the arm, causing him to drop his gun. The police descended on him and managed to get handcuffs onto him. As they dragged him out he spoke of his revenge.
“I’ll get you all when I escape! Mark my words!”
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Some people disliked the new ID card law more than others. One such person was Heavensdark. Instead of rushing off to buy an ID card like some of the other sheep, she bought a gun. After all, a gun would keep you safer than an ID card, right? She was quite pleased with her new gun. Pretty and deadly, just like her. That’s what she liked about it. She sat at home today, spinning her gun around her finger, like they used to do in the Old West. Every now and then, she would stop and aim it at something in the room.
“The Sniper’s got nothing on me.” She mused to herself.
There was a knock at the door. Cautiously, Heavensdark crept to the door, gun at the ready. However, when she opened it, no-one was there.
“Damn kids.” She thought. “This is not the sort of trick to be playing right now!”
Closing the door, she felt relieved. That was, however, until she heard a creepy giggle coming from behind her. Wasting no time, she turned and saw an ominous figure at the other end of the hall. Raising the pistol, she fired six times; however, she missed every time.
“Perhaps you should have practiced as well, hmm?” the figure said as they stepped forward, the light now allowed the figure’s face to be seen.
A maniacal grin, stretching across their face was permanently evident. Heavensdark went to fire again, but the gun was out of ammo. Panic set in as she tried to reload the gun, sending bullets, spent and useable, scattering across the floor. The Crazy Killer maintained their slow pace toward her and slowly reached into their jacket, revealing a seven-inch blade.
“Seven for Heaven is what I thought. Appropriate, don’t you think?”
Heavensdark fumbled with the gun, trying to load it, but her fingers were shaking. The killer was nearing her now. She managed to get a single bullet into the cylinder, closed it and raised the gun. However, the Crazy Killer merely knocked it to the side before she managed to fire the shot.
“Nice try, but not good enough!” They said, before letting loose a laugh which pierced Heavensdark’s very soul.
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Ginji of Thunder was on his day off today. Being a life guard was tough work, but he enjoyed it. So much so that he decided to spend today at a pool. He dived into the water and began swimming across to the other side. On reaching the end, he got out, dived in and repeated the process. He continued to do this for about an hour until he fatally decided to dive at the exact moment a morbidly obese man cannon-balled into the water nearby, causing the water to splash out, leaving him to break his neck on the cold, hard floor of the pool.
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#25 Alpha the White, the Sniper, has been apprehended!
#21 Unphotographable, your News Reporter, was killed this time!
#6 Heavensdark should have invested in a shooting course!
#29 Ginji of Thunder has swam his last!
I’d like to apologise, but I’m not going to be able to update tomorrow. A friend of mine decided before I began GMing that he was not going to have a party for his birthday. Recently, however, he changed his mind and told me it would be tomorrow. I will be away most of the day tomorrow. Sorry!
Voting starts now and ends Wednesday the 21st of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:48 pm
Day 6 - Delicious, Delicious Slaughter
Following the successful capture of Alpha the White, the Inept Cop had prepared an extensive interrogation to be put to use in order to try to find out more about the Crazy Killer. The murderers were surely working together, right?
“Alpha the White. You were caught red-handed as the Sniper who had been plaguing this city for the last few days. Do you have any defence in mind for this horrific crime?”
“None whatsoever.”
“Well...ok then...Shall we...continue?”
“I think we’d better, don’t you?”
“Yes...well...Ahem. It was seen to be a co-ordinated attack that killed KeJoRo at the beginning of this horrific slaughter. What can you tell us of the Crazy Killer? If you give us any useful information, I may be able to reduce your sentence.”
“Maybe the attack was a coincidence? Has that ever crossed your mind?”
“No...it hadn’t...but anyway! It couldn’t have been!”
“How do you know, what makes you think that?”
“I...just...Ugh! You don’t know anything! It’s a waste of time!”
With that, the Inept Cop left the interrogation room. Alpha smiled menacingly as the guard led him back to his cell. He was far too good for that kind of interrogation technique.
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All was quiet today. It was too quiet. beReaved__staRlight didn’t like it one bit. She decided to head outside to see what was going on, but, once she opened the door, there was nothing. An empty street. No cars, no people, nothing. Slightly concerned, she decided to investigate. After a long time searching, she finally found what was going on. Everyone was at a small stall on the other side of the city. Curious, she tried to get closer to the stall to see what it was all about. The stall appeared to be some sort of confectionary vendor, selling all sorts of delicious-looking treats; however, the vendor was not selling any of their wares right now.
“Sorry, we are not open for business right now, but you may wait here as long as you like to have a look at what you might want to have.” Was the reply she got when she inquired about the stall.
The treats looked delicious. They looked so good that beReaved could not wait for the stall to open. Just one little one wouldn’t hurt, right? Surely the vendor wouldn’t even notice, right? Wrong.
“Thief! Thief! That one stole from my stall!”
Shortly afterwards, the police had her apprehended and dragged away, drenched in the disappointed looks of everyone present.
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After the drama with beReaved, the people gathered at the stall were becoming more and more hungry. After all, it was a bit of a tease, letting them ogle the sweets and not let them try them. That was almost definitely what drove beReaved to do what she did, right? About thirty minutes later, the vendor called for a single file line and that the first person in line got their first choice free. Of course, pandemonium broke out. People beat each other with anything they could get their hands on just to get to the front of the queue. Eventually, an unmarked police van pulled up and squads of riot police poured out. Eventually, the vendor removed the “first person” deal and the “orderly” queue began to shape up. The sweets were indeed delicious. Especially the chocolates. They seemed somewhat spicy for some reason, but it wasn’t enough to distract from the taste of the chocolate. Eventually, everything had been sold and the vendor vanished. In all the confusion, one of the police officers present investigated the stall to make sure that they weren’t injured somewhere inside it. When he returned, he revealed the gut-wrenching recipe for the chocolates.
“For one batch enough for the whole of Sniperville you need:
300 pounds of chocolate, melted.
100 pounds of refined cane sugar.
A dozen eggs.
One Flamingdove.”
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#5 beReaved__staRlight has been rather naughty!
#31 Flamingdove was turned into a tasty, if macabre treat!
Voting starts now and ends Thursday the 22nd of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:49 pm
Day 7 - Well, They Certainly Are Crazy
The Inept Cop had given up on interviewing. He wasn’t finding very many clues that way anyway. He went back to what he knew best; investigating the area of the victim’s death. Or in this case, since it wasn’t known properly where Flamingdove was murdered, he thought it best to investigate the stall where she was being sold. There had to be some DNA or something, right? The devoted cop investigated throughout the night, practically going without a break in their search for the truth. Eventually, a smile crept across their face as they found what they were looking for.
The next day, the mayor called together the people for the first time in a couple of days. They grumbled as they had to once again listen to what the Inept Cop had “discovered”.
“Now I know I’ve had a lot of bad press recently and some of you want to see me out of this post-”
“Damn right!” someone shouted out.
“Arrest that man!” shouted the Inept Cop shouted at an armed police officer nearby.
“You can’t arrest me; I’m not even on your list of suspects!”
“Yeah, well no-one here even knows your name so I don’t think anyone cares!”
The crowd had to agree on this point and the man was dragged off to the jail. The Inept Cop cleared their throat and continued.
“As I was about to say, I really have found something this time! I was investigating the stall where Flamingdove was ‘found’ and I found a pad of paper with all but one sheet torn out. The sheet left was blank. It’s not much, but it seems to suggest that the Crazy Killer is someone creative. Possibly a writer or an artist or...something like that. Either way, this has to help catch them.”
The crowd seemed to agree and began to feel a bit guilty for the riot not too long ago.
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After the speech, an armed police officer met with the mayor.
“Sir, we have two possible suspects today.”
“Excellent, arrest both of them. That would save us some time on the manhunt.”
“I’m not sure how to tell you this sir, but there are only enough officers available for one arrest today. After the Sniper arrest, we don’t really want to risk any more officers’ lives, do we sir?”
The mayor sighed. “Very well then, what do you want me to do?”
“Well, we’d like your opinion on who to arrest.”
“Does either suspect have more evidence than the other?”
“Well...yes, but it’s not really much more.”
“Excellent, arrest that one.”
“...you don’t want to hear who the suspects are?”
“Nah, not really.”
It was quite nice today. The storm which had been raging a few days ago had settled down gradually and today the rain had finally stopped completely. After a few days of heavy showers followed by light or nonexistent showers, back to heavy again, it was quite refreshing. The sun was out; there was hardly a cloud in the sky. One person who wasn’t particularly enjoying the day was Tedie Behr. Tedie was in a rather confused state at the moment, even she suspected herself of being the Crazy Killer. She spent the day babbling to passers by about why they shouldn’t trust Tedie and that Tedie was evil. Whenever someone pointed out that she was Tedie, she snapped and explainaed that she knew she was Tedie, but she was trying to warn them about Tedie. Some people just don’t listen at all. Eventually a couple of police cars pulled up nearby her and a few armed police officers got out.
“Tedie Behr, you’re under arrest for murder!”
“I knew it was Tedie who did this, I just knew it!” Tedie shouted back, without moving from the spot.
“...are you going to come quietly or do we have to take you by force?”
“Look out! Tedie is getting away! Quick, catch her!” Tedie shouted while, once again, she stood completely still.
After a brief moment of awkwardness, a couple of officers moved over and grabbed her by each arm, put handcuffs on her and led her to the police car, all of which she allowed to happen without any hint of resistance.
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There was a dark and miserable aura emanating from a house in a small street in the middle of Sniperville. Ever since the death of Kichi, m e a m e a a had been in her house, pining. Occasionally, she would be brooding, but mostly she was pining. Sometimes she wished Kichi had never been killed, other times she wished that she had been taken and he had been spared and sometimes she even wished that she could join him. She had not attended any of the crowds that the Inept Cop had spoken at since his passing. In actuality, she hadn’t left the house since she found out. Needless to say, she was miserable. Today however, there was an unexpected knock on the door. She got up from her chair and answered the door to someone she recognised.
“Oh...hello...” she said, not really affected by the sudden appearance of the person in question at her door.
“Hi Mea. You’ve been in here far too long. You need to move on and be happy again. You can’t stay like this forever.” replied the person.
“I know...it’s just...ok, come on in.”
With that, Mea sat back in her chair and got everything off her chest to her guest. Her feelings, what Kichi meant to her, how she’d like to join him and so on. After about an hour of spilling her guts to the visitor, she began to feel a little better.
“Feel better? You look it.” smiled the visitor.
“Yeah, I do feel a bit better, though I still kind of want to join him...”
“Well now, that can be arranged, can’t it?” smiled the visitor menacingly as they revealed a vicious-looking knife.
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The Inept Cop has found some valuable evidence! What could it mean?
#18 Tedie Behr has been...arrested?
#22 m e a m e a a has spilled her guts both figuratively and literally!
Voting starts now and ends Friday the 23rd of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:51 pm
Day 8 - Playing the Guilt Game
The police department had been scrambling around trying to make sense of the clues. They had successfully narrowed down the suspects, but still weren’t sure of who to pin the blame on. While the commotion at the police station went on, the Inept Cop had been looking around Mea’s house, just in case they could find anything as groundbreaking to the case as last night. The next morning, they gathered the (now dwindling) crowd together.
“Everyone, I know that I made a startling discovery yesterday, but unfortunately, this clue is a little more vague. I managed to find, carefully hidden in Mea’s fridge, a bottle of milk. This bottle of milk was half drunk and had no cap. My verdict? The killer is a milk drinker who carries a bottle with them everywhere. They stored the bottle in Mea’s fridge before murdering her and then forgot to take it with them as they left.”
The crowd stared at the Inept Cop.
“...and they’re back to being inept...” someone groaned.
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Unknown R A I N B O W wasn’t exactly on the police station’s priority list at the moment. She was a suspect, yeah and she fit the clues to an extent, but they just weren’t so sure that she was the Crazy Killer. They were far more interested in a few other individuals. However, during the day, they received no less than six separate distressed phone calls about her, each claiming that she was the Crazy Killer. Sighing, the police officer in command at the time, ordered the warrant for her arrest to be delivered.
They found her in the park, playing with a little lost kitten which she planned on adopting and taking back home. She was going to be the kitten’s best friend in the whole world and give her a chance to survive in this world.
“Unknown R A I N B O W...this is a little strange for me to be saying this, but we have a warrant for your arrest. You’re going to have to come with us.”
Departing sadly from the kitten, she came quietly into the back of a police car and was led away. No-one would remember the poor lost kitten. No-one, but her. And there was nothing she could do.
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There was only forty metres between her and them. They were swarming toward her, getting more and more aggressive the closer they got. In any other situation, a person would run for their life or be slaughtered quickly, but not her. She was a heroine. A saviour of the people. A slow smile crept across her face as she raised her empty hand. A ring shone in the light and began to glow. As they got within range, the ring glowed as bright as the sun and fired out a beam obliterating the first creature it hit. The ring fired out another beam, destroying yet another creature. Soon though, the creatures had swarmed around her. Not fazed by this, she raised her other empty hand and a different ring began to glow orange. A rain of fire came down from the sky around her, incinerating several of the creatures. One of them dived at her, but she simply allowed another of her wondrous rings to glow, letting loose a magnificent blade, which sliced through it. She turned on the survivors, using the same ring to project the blade and cut through their numbers. Eventually, there were no more of the accursed creatures to be seen. She had destroyed them all. She was a saviour indeed.
Haven_Gal disconnected herself from her VR unit. That was enough for today. She enjoyed destroying the animated, but it was getting late.
“So, a heroine, huh? Let’s see how you do in real life. Pity your rings can’t protect you from an axe!” The Crazy Killer called out from behind her.
Before she got a chance to react, the killer brought down the axe, slicing through her upper body, before becoming stuck somewhere in her chest. The killer pulled upwards, dislodging the axe, and let her fall unceremoniously to the ground, blood spurting across the walls.
“Heh, heroin. Yeah, right.”
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#20 Unknown R A I N B O W has been sheeped! Now who will look after the kitten?
#11 Haven_Gal was a virtual heroine, in real life...not so much!
Voting starts now and ends Saturday the 24th of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:53 pm
Day 9 - The Disguise and the Discovery
Today was a little tense. The citizens of Sniperville were steadily losing their population. Either they had died, were in jail or had moved out of the city as the people of whom the SGers were not aware of were prone to doing. The crowd was dwindling fast now, only a handful of people remained in the once thriving city. The Inept Cop stepped out onto the podium once again to deliver a speech of their latest discoveries.
“It has come to my attention that the city is losing people fast. Too fast. Our cemeteries are becoming over-crowded, as are our prison cells. Something needs to be done and that something needs to be done now. Fortunately, I have found yet another astounding discovery, this time, in Haven_Gal’s house. As I was looking around, I noticed my reflection in a mirror. The mirror was facing the exact direction that would have caught the Crazy Killer in the middle of the act! Now, all we need to do is find someone who can tap into this mirror and project the images it saw! We’ll have all the answers we need!”
Once again, the crowd began to boo, hiss and throw things.
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Anael De Ezra was at the police station. With a disguise, of course. She pretended to be an officer in order to gain access to the police supercomputer so that she could work out for herself who the Crazy Killer was. After all, the police weren’t having much luck. She had found out the password by watching an officer who had carelessly written it on his wrist and had gained access to the computer itself simply by asking another officer where it might be found. The police here certainly weren’t the best or the brightest. Making her way through the computer’s database, she discovered more and more information, allowing her to rationally come up with her own theories. Eventually, she had a short list of possible people it probably was. Rushing from the station, she spoke to as many people she could about it. However, unfortunately, this made her “suspicious” in the minds of other people. A few phone calls to the station later and the warrant was set. Still trying to convince people who the killer might be, Ezzy didn’t even notice the police cars pulling up behind her.
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There was a certain calmness over the city. No-one was certain why, but there it was. Quiet and calm. Everyone was sure the Crazy Killer was still out there. In fact, some were positive about it and yet, something about today made that not seem to matter. Until, however, someone noticed a blood-soaked footprint. The footprint seemed to have come from someone walking out of a nearby bush, but on searching, there was nothing there. Sure enough, shortly after the first, there was a second, a third, a fourth. The footprints seemed to be staggered as though the person was in a daze. Following them, they led through a back alley, though they quickly led out again and into a small street. The trail of the footprints took about 15 minutes to track completely and once the person got to the end of the trail, they saw the body of Chikorin Moonie. She was barefoot with a slice down the middle of each of her feet. Apparently, she had been made to walk until she died of blood loss.
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Trying to find the truth made #2 Anael De Ezra suspicious!
#15 Chikorin Moonie walked to her death!
I apologise for how short the update is today, I had some unexpected work to do, sorry!
Voting starts now and ends Sunday the 25th of July at 10 PM GMT!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:56 pm
Day 10 - And So Anarchy Reigned
There was a buzz of uncertain fear circulating throughout the crowd. Nearly everyone had left the town, leaving only the police force and the nine remaining citizens who were registered as suspects. Needless to say, tensions were high. The situation was nearing a “You’re the killer!” “No, you are!” debate when the Inept Cop appeared on stage again and silenced the crowd with a wave of their hand.
“As you know, Chikorin Moonie was forced to march until she died of blood loss on wounded feet. I have looked at both the place she was found and the bush she was allegedly injured, as well as the bloody trail of footprints she left behind. I can say that I have found several pairs of footprints that both go into the bush and follow Chi’s footprints to where she was found dead. After that, the footprints disperse, some in the same direction, others in different directions entirely. The Crazy Killer has eight allies as I found nine pairs of footprints!”
“You...do realise that since there are only nine of us left, those are our footprints, right?” someone called out, bemused.
Once again, the crowd (if such a gathering could be called that anymore) whipped into a frenzy and began to hurl objects at the Inept Cop.
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And so it seemed that people were beginning to be jailed because they looked at another person in a funny way or because they liked this brand of cereal instead of that one. Much like what happened in many other cities during many other manhunts involving Snipers and Crazed Killers. The list of suspects was growing thin and yet, the list of suspects who fit the bill remained the same. And so, on this fateful day, it was [Moseley]’s final curtain call. However, he was not currently aware of this fact and so, he sat eating this brand of cereal while giving citizens who passed by his window funny looks. Eventually however, he needed to leave his home in order to buy more stuff to stock his cupboard. On his way there, he made sure to give everyone on the way a funny look. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing that, but hell, he was the first suspect to be listed and he’d lasted this long, why the hell not? He managed to get to get to the shop unscathed, which he took to mean that he wasn’t about to be killed any time soon. On leaving however, the first thing he noticed was a police car, followed shortly by two other police cars and a hell of a lot of police officers.
“[Moseley], you are hereby under arrest for...suspicious activity.” One of the officers called out.
“Meh, better than sitting at home and waiting to get killed I suppose” Mose shrugged as he headed to the officer.
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There was a letter posted to Thorn Of The Sky’s house. She read it cautiously and frowned. It was what she thought. She was to be the next victim and there was nothing she could do about it. What was worse was that she had to go through with it. The letter read:
“Dear Sky,
I need a word with you. Come to Sniperville Park at 10.30 tonight. Be prompt. I have cut your phone lines so I know you’ll come alone. Also, I have primed a bomb in your house that will detonate at 10.31 unless I see your face, so it would be wise for you to make sure you aren’t late.
Much love,
CK <3”
Again, she frowned. This was just cruel. Exactly what it must have been like for Chi yesterday. She checked the phone to see if the claims were true. They were. There was no dial tone. She checked the clock on the wall to see that it was 10.00 exactly. She needed to make a move on if she was to get to the park on time! If she went there, maybe she had a chance to survive, but if she didn’t...she would have no home. She wasn’t exactly allowed to leave Sniperville, what with her still being a suspect and everything. So off she went to her doom. She arrived at exactly 10.28 and looked obviously relieved at that fact. She waited for a while before hearing a click.
“Well done. Do you know what that sound was? That was your house not blowing up. You should look happier.”
“You...said you wanted a word with me?” Sky said, terrified out of her wits.
“Yes, yes I did. I say an awful lot of things, not many of them true, but still, an awful lot of things. One of those things was that I wanted a word and another was that you had a bomb in your house. I’ll leave you to decide which is which.” After finishing the last syllable, the killer withdrew a switch blade and flicked the blade outwards.
Sky began to panic, her time was indeed up. All she could think to do was close her eyes until it was over. She waited and felt an impact to her side. She tightened her body and fell to the ground. However, there wasn’t as much pain as she was expecting. She could hear a fight breaking out nearby. Opening her eyes, she saw a cloaked figure engaged in a scuffle with the Crazy Killer. The confusion of it all weighing down on her, Sky passed out, hearing the words “I’ll get my revenge G-Team!” as her senses failed.
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#1 [Moseley] has been jailed! (Finally?)
#30 Thorn Of The Sky was rescued!
Voting starts now and ends Monday the 26th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Crazy Killer send me your kill!
Great job G-Team! Send me your save!
Inept Cop, hard luck. Try again?
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:00 pm
Day 11 - Yesterday Anarchy; Today Irony
The Crazy Killer had been foiled yesterday. This meant that there was no body to examine and no area to traipse around looking for clues. The Inept Cop wanted answers and they wanted them now. They decided to make one last interview, this time with [Moseley]. Mose was jailed for apparently suspicious behaviour, but everyone knew he was only really jailed because he was the first one listed as a suspect when the killers started on their rampages. He’d also lasted this long, so he must have seen or heard something.
“[Moseley], we both know you aren’t the killer, but we both also know you know more than you think you know.”
“...what?”
“You know what I mean, Mose.”
“...do I? Seriously, what are you talking about?”
“Tell me what you know Mose.”
“If you stop saying the word ‘know’, I’ll tell you something I heard about the Crazy Killer, seriously STFU with that word...”
“I kn...Ok.”
“Well, some people say that they have the power of the cosmos right behind them. That’s all I know. Wait...dammit!”
“Well...I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I’ll get the word out anyway...”
As the Inept Cop was leaving the police station to step onto the podium, one of the armed police put his hand on their shoulder.
“Sorry, sir, but we have a warrant for your arrest. Some people are angry at you and think you may be deliberately trying to sabotage the investigation. They think you are the Crazy Killer.”
“What? That’s crazy! I’m not the killer!”
“Sorry, but a warrant is a warrant. You’re going to have to come with me.”
With that, the armed police officer tore off the paper bag mask that hid Kozmo6’s face from the rest of the public.
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Buzzkid24 wasn’t sure how he’d managed this predicament. He signed up for a relaxing holiday to the “Nude Businessman’s Beach” and expected it to be anything but perilous. Though here he was: naked, on a train and being chased by the Crazy Killer. He was running as fast as he could, trying to hide every time the train went through a tunnel, which apparently was quite often. There seemed to be a lot of tunnels the train was travelling through. Finally, he managed to get into a small room in one of the carriages and close the door before the train had left the darkness of the tunnel. Once he could see however, he was slightly shocked. Inside the room was four men. Each was completely naked from head to toe, as was expected on a trip to a nudist colony, though they each wore a black tie which reached down to their respective belly buttons. They appeared to be having a midday snack, as they each appeared to be eating a banana.
“Do you mind?” said the first, in a rather irritable way.
“We are trying to eat our bananas in peace.” snubbed the second.
“How rude.” exclaimed the third, clearly offended.
“I think it would be better for everyone if you just went out the way you came in.” said the fourth, coldly.
Buzz reluctantly agreed and left the room. Looking both left and right, he could not see the Crazy Killer anyway. He sighed a breath of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Looking for me?” an evil voice called out cheerily from behind him.
Buzz sat bolt upright in bed. He stifled a scream and noticed that he was visibly shaking. As he began to calm down, he regained the use of his vocal chords.
“It was only a dream. Only a dream...”
“Aww, you were dreaming about me? How sweet.” an evil voiced called out cheerily from behind him.
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The hero was with his allies, each of them a hero from their various places in the world. They had each just taken part in a battle of epic proportions with the animated creatures and were victorious. A couple were wounded, some lay dazed on the floor, but a few of the heroes used their magical rings to cure their fallen comrades’ injuries. The hero surveyed this place of battle and liked the feeling. He was in the company of comrades with whom he could trust and whom, one day, they would all be together, not in a place of battle, but in a meeting place. They would no longer require their magical rings or fear imminent attack from the “animated”, but would enjoy the social occasion. He struck a pose and said:
“so guys ive g2g. still up for the con next week???”
“OMGGGG!! i am soooo exited 4 it!! <3” replied one of the other heroes.
“Yeah, me too. I’m looking forward to meeting you all.” Replied another at almost exactly the same time.
“nah d00d i cant go.” Replied a third, shortly afterward.
“ahhhh sux.” Said a few of the heroes in almost unison.
“ah well, im on my way to the airport after this. I want to do some sightseeing as well LOL.” Said the hero after considering the words of his trusted companions.
“l8r d00d” called out a few of the heroes as he left.
Mutantcarrot disconnected himself from his VR unit. It was a great game and he loved meeting up with his friends he’d met with from across the internet, though it would be even better next week when he met up with them all at a convention. He had his plane ticket and was leaving the house in less than half an hour. After all, the convention was in a much larger city than Sniperville and he wanted time to visit the sights! However, this was not to be. In his excitement, he jumped, hit his head off the shelf nearby and was knocked unconscious. The shelf then fell off the wall and landed on him, along with those bowling balls he had put up there for whatever reason. That reason was to remain a mystery to all. Even he wasn’t sure why and now he would never know.
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The Inept Cop has found some valuable evidence! What could it mean?
Also, ironically, he was then jailed! #36 Kozmo6 wasn’t the killer!
#26 Buzzkid24...yeah. The less said about that the better!
#28 Mutantcarrot shouldn’t have gone inactive before his trip to the con!
Sorry about how late this is up, I was really busy today! Sorry!
Voting starts now and ends Tuesday the 27th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Crazy Killer send me your kill!
One G-Team member left! Send me your save!
Inept Cop, nice work, unlucky about being jailed!
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:12 pm
Day 12 - Flames Of Rage
With the Inept Cop in prison, logic was thrown out the window. The Cobalt Blue Detective, Tindil Alozze had been steadily searching for the answer, but for the last few days, the good detective had not moved an inch. Tin was bedbound with illness. The blue-clad crimefighter hadn’t moved from the bedroom for three days, finding it difficult to move. The investigation had ground to a halt and Tin lay there for most of the time, relying on relatives for care and attention. Downstairs there was a crash at the front door. Shortly afterwards it was followed by another crash. Another, another. Finally, with an almighty crash and the sound of wood splintering, Tin heard the front door smash into pieces. Footsteps began up the stairs. There were several people in the house and all of them were coming up the stairs. However, Tin could barely roll over to face the door, nevermind escape. The door slowly opened and an officer, gun drawn, entered the room.
“Tindil Alozze, by order of the new police chief, you are hereby placed under arrest.”
“Erm...sir” Perked up a younger officer behind the first. “Should we get an ambulance or something? I mean, Tin isn’t going anywhere from the looks of things...”
“Now Officer Green. I know that this is your first arrest, so I had a feeling you’d be inexperienced. Tindil Alozze is clearly a cold-blooded killer. You just know these things when you get more experienced.”
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Derrai was on the phone. Someone finally wanted their chimney sweeping. Once he put the phone down, he stared at it for a short while, then pumped a fist in the air.
“I knew it wasn’t a bad idea! They told me no-one needed a chimney sweep in Sniperville! I’ll show them!” he cheered.
He got all of his stuff ready and waiting for him: brush, uniform, cloth for his face, flask of tea and an oil lantern. When Derrai swept your chimney, he did it the old fashioned way! After waiting for a a while for the time to near, he got his uniform on; black trousers, white shirt, black waistcoat and a black flat cap. He then clipped the lantern and flask to his belt and stuffed the cloth in his pocket. He smeered his face with soot, for some reason, then headed out the door, brush over his shoulder. After shaking hands with everyone he met on the streets on the way, he finally arrived at the address. Knocking on the door, he was filled with anticipation. The door opened and he was ushered in. He was showed the fireplace and he set off to work straight away. However, once he was halfway up the chimney, he noticed that it was mostly clean anyway. Puzzled, he began to pay more attention to his surroundings. Could he smell...gas? Looking down, he saw the customer looking up at him, maniacal grin set upon their face. A lighter was produced and the last thing Derrai saw was a burst of flames heading up toward him.
The Crazy Killer left the house looking pleased with theirself. They walked along the street and, apart from looking extraordinarily happy, nothing was suspicious about them. A little lost kitten strolled up beside them and nuzzled against their leg.
“Oh, hello. You look hungry.” The killer smiled, looking down at the kitten. “Come on, my house is empty anyway.”
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#33 Tindil Alozze was bedbound! What were you thinking?!
#17 Derrai has taken out his last (and first) contract!
Voting starts now and ends Wednesday the 28th of July at 10 PM GMT!
Crazy Killer send me your kill!
One G-Team member left! Send me your save!
Everybody VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:14 pm
Day 13 - Endgame
Thorn of the Sky was safe tonight. He’d saved her before and he’d save her again if he had to. Kisuke Yamada nervously stroked his G-Team badge underneath his cloak and kept watch. It certainly was cold tonight. A wind blew from the west that sent a chill down Ki’s spine. The killer had to show up tonight, they just had to. It was his job to protect Sky, no matter what happened. However, something unusual happened later into the night, which caught Ki off guard. A little lost kitten stumbled out from the shadows and lay on the ground, not moving. In the moonlight, there was a reflective surface on the kitten. It looked a little like...blood. Ki rushed forward to see what was wrong with the poor kitten. He scooped it up into his arms. It was still warm.
“You’re ok now, whoever hurt you can’t hurt you now.” He cooed.
Suddenly, the kitten leapt out of his arms and darted back into the shadows.
“Good girl.” A voice called out at the exact same moment as a shuriken launched from the darkness and lodged itself in Ki’s shoulder.
Ki yowled in pain and reached for his gun, but he was too slow, another hit him in the hand of the opposite arm. Seeing no alternative, he turned and retreated to Sky’s house. If he got inside and barricaded the door, both of them stood a chance of survival. However, as he ran toward the house, another deadly blade whirled toward him and embedded itself into his thigh, causing him to fall to the ground.
“Like a ninja sadist, eh?” The Crazy Killer cheerily called out as they sprinted from the shadows to Ki’s side.
“You’ll...never get...away with this.” He muttered, knowing his end was near.
Without another word, the Crazy Killer produced another shuriken, rolled Ki onto his back and plunged one of the edges into his heart. As the life drained out of him, the Crazy Killer mused mostly to their self.
“Sorry about that, I ran out of knives. They work just as well though, don’t they?”
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Alpha sat in his prison cell, waiting. He knew she would be here soon. As fortune would have it, he was in a cell with a window, so that meant he could watch out the window for her. Suddenly, there was a clank at one of the bars. Shortly afterwards, a small stone came through the middle of two of the bars and landed near Alpha’s feet. He smiled. She was here. He went to the window and looked out. It was too dark to see anything, but he knew she was here.
“Psst, brother. Get ready, I’m throwing it up now!” Came the voice of Draconissa.
Alpha readied himself and very quickly, a rope was thrown up. Alpha tied the rope to the bar furthest to the left and began to dig lightly at the bottom of the other bars with a small pick that Nissa had thrown to him the day after he’d been jailed. He had been working all night every night on the bars and had managed to dislodge two of them a little bit. He knew he didn’t have much time, but he had no other choice. He and Nissa were going to escape Sniperville tonight. The only other resident was Sky and she wasn’t going to stop them. He knew Nissa had taken care of the final G-Team member for him, so there was nothing to worry about. He spent about 20 minutes working on the bars, with constant “hurry up, brother!” requests from Nissa adding to the pressure. Finally, he managed to excavate one of the bars fully from the bottom. He pulled it as hard as he could from the top, while simultaneously pushing it outwards and, after a few moments of exertion, the bar came free and plummeted to the ground, narrowly missing Nissa.
“Careful, idiot! You nearly hit me!”
Alpha, carefully, worked on the other bar for another 10 minutes, as this one he had devoted a bit more time to over the past few days. Again, shortly after it had dislodged from the bottom, it went plummeting to the ground outside.
“I will kill you if you do that again!”
Alpha smirked. Nissa always was the crazy one. That’s why she was never allowed to train with a gun, unlike him. Cold, merciless Alpha was perfect for a patient kill with a rifle. He began to descend the rope, slowly. Nissa was waiting impatiently at the bottom for him. Once he got to the bottom, he looked at Nissa, nodded and they silently left the prison grounds.
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Something was wrong, both Alpha and Nissa could sense it. Someone was following them. They both turned at the same time to see a silhouette. They both ran at the figure, but it disappeared from view. All of a sudden, Nissa heard a thud and a groan. Alpha slumped to the floor, unconscious. The figure was still nowhere in sight though. A gentle breeze flowed by and Nissa turned, just in time to catch the iron bar being swung by Thorn of the Sky. She easily wrestled it out of Sky’s hands and threw it aside.
“Give up Nissa, the police are on their way already.” Sky taunted.
“What’s left of them.” Snarled Nissa, before lunging for Sky.
Sky shrieked a little and moved out of the way as fast as she could. Nissa pressed the onslaught again, trying to grab at Sky’s throat. Once again though, Sky managed to get out of the way.
“Seriously Nissa, just give up now! It’ll be easier for everyone!”
Nissa ignored this and swung a punch at Sky hitting her square on the jaw. Sky fell to the ground, dazed. Nissa stood over her and reached into her jacket, grabbing one of her remaining shuriken. Sky came to her senses and kicked Nissa in the shin, before scrabbling to her feet. Nissa howled in pain and dropped the shuriken onto the ground. Sky made a run for it. Enraged, Nissa gave chase.
“I’m...going...to...slice you into pieces!” she screamed.
Nissa caught up to sky and tackled her to the ground. She began pounding Sky’s back with her fists, landing blow after blow of heavy punches. Sky writhed in agony as she took the force of each hit. Nissa heard the sound of sirens. She had to be quick. Removing her last shuriken from her jacket, she began to smile once again.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” She spoke, not caring if Sky heard her behind her agony.
She raised the deadly tool into the air and brought it down with force. However, Sky’s luck had held out. A gunshot was heard and Nissa felt the sharp pain of a bullet hitting her hand before she managed to make the blade connect with Nissa’s back.
“Draconissa, you’re under arrest! We’ve finally caught you, Crazy Killer!”
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#8 Kisuke Yamada has been ninja’d!
#13 Draconissa, the Crazy Killer, has finally been apprehended!
Game over! Congratulations SGer’s, even if today was the final day either way!
Congratulations in particular to #30 Thorn of the Sky, the sole free survivor of the game!
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