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Tagline: “I’M ON A BOAT, ******** Wedding Crasher; Sniper Role. Every good wedding has a couple. The Wedding Crasher is an uninvited guest that decided to show up anyway. Angered at their lack of an invitation, they decide halfway through the ceremony that they’re going to start offing everyone. Weapon: Handgun. Special: None.

The Caterer: CK Role. Pissed off that all their hard work went to ruin because of the Wedding Crasher, the Caterer is out for blood and will use anyone or anything they can to get it. Weapon: Anything. Special: Food Themed kills.

The DJ: a CK Role and a half. The DJ was hired to play a wedding, and play a wedding they shall. However, since everything has gone to s**t they’ll be playing the wedding to their own sick tune. Weapon: Anything. Special: The DJ only gets a kill every second day. Music Themed Kills.

The Bridal Party: G-Team Roles. Unable to protect the unhappy couple from an untimely demise, the Bridal Party have taken it upon themselves to try and protect the friends and family of the couple. Weapon: None. Special: Can protect others from being killed.

The Wedding Planner: News Reporter Role. Determined to get this wedding back on track and dinner served in a timely manner, the Wedding Planner and their assistants have taken it upon themselves to try and find the killers and put them away where they belong. Weapon: None. Special: The Planner gets one clue a day about either killer.

The Wedding Planner’s Assistants: Storyline Roles. Assistants to the Planner; Written into updates, employed by the wedding planner who is determined to get the wedding back on track. Even without a bride and groom. The wedding planner has sent them out into the fray to gather clues and help catch the killer. Weapon: None. Special: One assistant will receive a clue containing a true fact about the killer. The other assistant will receive a clue containing a false fact about the killer, a lie.
I.e.: two truths & a lie game.

Game takes place on a boat (duh). Wedding is ruined by sniper, crazed killer joins in on the fun, etc etc. Your basic game with the exception of an additional killer (the DJ) who kills every second day. Regular news reporter is in the game, but this time they have help. The killing roles will need to provide 3 clues. 2 of which are truthful, one of which is a lie. The reporter will get 1 truthful clue, and the other two will be written into the update. It is up to the SGers to figure out which of the update clues is false, and which is truthful.

Update Sequence of Events: DJ Kill (if applicable) & Caterer Kill & Wedding Crasher Kill, Wedding Planner’s Assistant Clues, Jailing.

Day 5
“I’M ON A BOAT! I’M ON A BOAT! LOOK AT ME, ******** ‘CUZ I’M ON A ******** BOAT!” buzzkid24 had gone mad. Standing on the second level balcony he screamed obscenities at the top of his lungs at the horrified guests below, brandishing a bottle of the fine cherry wine that had been meant for the reception while five or six empty bottles rattled at his feet. “YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME?!” He slurred at anyone who came near, “YOU DON’T KNOW d**k. ‘CUZ I’M ON A BOAT, YA ********!” A stray hiccup liberated itself from his foul lips.

Preoccupied with the terrible spectacle buzz was putting on upstairs, no one even noticed the color of the Lido deck’s main pool slowly darkening. That is, until the first two chords of Marilyn Manson’s Tainted Love reverberated into the air so loudly that ripples formed in the now blackened pool and the glasses standing out on tables shattered. All eyes turned to the richly colored water as midway through the chorus; a head forced itself to the surface with great rapidity and floated like a grim buoy in the center of the pool.

“It’s KeJoRo!” Someone in the crowd shouted as the face drifted into view, its blank eyes staring.

“...where’s the rest of him?” But the question fell on deaf ears, as buzzkid24 began convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He shook for a full 10 minutes before his body gave a final shudder and fell limp over the railing. A brave bystander gingerly pried the bottle of wine from his hand as the poorly glued label fell to the floor revealing skull and crossbones.

Immediately emptying their wineglasses, the crowd began to panic. With panic comes chaos, and with chaos well, anything can happen. This was just the chance that the Wedding Crasher had been waiting for. Those two idiotic copy-cats had been making it increasingly difficult to pull off any clean hits. He lined up his target, smirked to himself at how beautifully everything was set up, and – BLAM!

More screams, more chaos, and a beautifully bloody corpse lay amid the milling crowd as they took off for their cabins, leaving the body of Insomnesiac lying peacefully where it had fallen. She could have been sleeping, if you ignored the clean hole piercing her skull from ear to ear.

Later that night when the panic had subsided, a meeting was called in the Tiki Lounge. Captain Nymmie stood before the masses holding a rumpled letter with a grim look on her face.

“We’ve lost good friends and crewmates today. The ports refuse to let us dock with these killers on board, I’ve got haemorrhoids the size of golf balls and we’re all out of cream. The situation is dire, but there is hope! I’ve received a letter from our mysterious benefactors. We all know that one of them is a lying scumbag, but if we can figure out which one it is we’ll have a new clue to try and apprehend this monster. Are you with me?”

“Aye!” came the reply, as Captain Nymmie tore into the parchment and read aloud the clues.