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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 3:32 pm
Heart Shaped Toastie walked through the empty seats one last time. She had dreamed of this day since she was 5 years old down to the last detail and here it was, right in front of her. Now it was time to put on her dress and walk down the aisle and if she had anything to say about it, it would be perfect.
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The guests filed onto the giant ocean liner S.S.Sniper dressed to the nines. Excitement filled the air as the gangplank was raised, the ship set sail, and everyone was ushered to their seats in an orderly manner. The groom stood before the altar in a pressed white tuxedo next to the ship’s captain in full formal attire. The music started and the guests became quiet as the flower girl entered first, scattering pink rose petals along the aisle as she went. Next was the bridal party, each bridesmaid paired with a stiff groomsmen hanging onto her arm still woozy from the effects of the previous night’s frivolities. And finally, was the bride.
Toastie sparkled with excitement, as well as the effects of a make-up artist a little heavy handed with the glitter. Her dress flowed behind her silently, covered in lace tulle and pick-ups galore. As she reached the altar, the groom lifted her veil and the captain began the ceremony.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here toda-“
SHNK-BLAM!
The entire crowd screamed in unison as both the groom and Toastie fell limply to the ground. Blood poured from what remained of the groom’s head as well as Toastie’s abdomen. A long, sharpened silver spear also protruded from Toastie’s bosom staining her white dress in bright crimson.
“Ladies and Gentlemen…” announced the captain, “We have among us both an uninvited guest, and a KILLER!   Heart Shaped Toastie and her Groom were both shot with one bullet and then impaled!
Crasher, PM me your kill and your clues
Caterer, PM me your kill and your clues
DJ, Hang tight, you're time will come tomorrow!
Wedding Party, PM me your saves
Planner, PM me who you want clues from
Everyone else, VOTE!
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:51 pm
Immediately following the killing of the bride and groom, there was mass panic! Children were screaming, pregnant women spontaneously aborted, two guests even switched genders. Amid all of the chaos Shadow_Articuno was perfectly calm, Zen-like even. “They’ve already killed their marks, they’re not going to go after anyone else.” He attempted to reason with the panicky crowd but no one was listening, and for good reason. As the only person not freaking out, Articuno was a prime target for the sniper’s next kill. BLAM! The force of the shot brought Shadow_Articuno to his knees, from which he landed unceremoniously face-first on the deck, blood leaking from the hole in his skull. A woman pointed to the corpse screaming, and a new wave of panic ensued. *** Once the party goers had calmed down, the captain and a few others persuaded them that they would be safer by moving to the reception hall and having a bite to eat. The D.J. struck up a beat and despite the day’s tragedies, almost all of the guests were either on the dance floor, or had their faces buried in their selected entrée. After the dinner festivities had concluded, the ship encountered some rough waters. It pitched and swayed and tossed on the waves, throwing the guests in the reception hall around like dolls. Suddenly, at the height of the storm, a purple tentacle shot through a port hole and wrapped its slimy suckers around the D.J., buzzkid24. It tossed him around in the air a few times, and finally exited through the hole from which it had come. A scream and a crunch could be heard from outside while the waves silently subsided. “…Didn’t he have the Bass’ken Lake Monster for dinner?” One of the other guests inquired, as the 5 others who had also eaten the Bass’ken Monster entrée ran for the restroom as the caterer chuckled to themselves. *** Later on in the evening, things had seemed to calm down. Panic was to a minimum, drinks were plentiful, and the group had gathered below the ship’s deck at the request of the captain. “Ladies and Gentlemen” Captain Nemo began, “It seems we are in a bit of a pickle. None of the nearby ports will take us to dock with a killer on board. We need to capture and contain the threat in the Brig before anyone will be able to leave the ship.” “THAT’S PREPOSTEROUS!” Was the reply as the outraged and inebriated party goers fumed. “WELL WHO WAS IT, THEN? FESS UP!” “Hold up!” Cried the captain, “There is hope! I’ve received a tip from a reliable source… and also one from an unreputable hellion who is probably working for the killer. Unfortunately I don’t know which is which… but if you can figure it out, maybe we can get back to land sooner!” “Out with it, man!” “Alright, alright! Keep your pants on!” the captain cleared his throat, and read aloud the message. These clues are about the Wedding Crasher themselves! We caught him coming into the party without an invitation, but thought nothing of it... until now!
1. That’s not the only thing that’s short if you know what I mean
2. Would you fall in love with someone like me?
Hope we can be of help to you!
-Anonymous benefactors The crowd soon worked itself into a mob. Two mobs to be exact, one party certain Rasani was to blame, while the second group believed it to be Haven_Gal. “Just look at him! He’s a slimy snake! Who could ever love him?!” “…just wait one cotton picking minute! I’M NOT SLIMY!” Rasani snapped back. “What about Haven? SHE LOOKS PRETTY SHORT TO ME!” “H-hey! What does my height have to do with it?” Haven cried “EVERYTHING!” replied the group, and with the flip of a coin it was decided Haven would be the first to the Brig! The door creaked open on its hinges, and Haven fell unceremoniously to the cold, damp floor. She got to her knees just in time to see the door slam shut behind her, leaving her in nearly complete and total darkness.
buzzkid24, your DJ was taken out by the crazed caterer!WEDDING CRASHER, PM ME YOUR KILL
CATERER, PM ME YOUR KILL
REPORTER, PM ME WHO YOU WANT A CLUE ABOUT
WEDDING PARTY, PM ME YOUR SAVES
EVERYONE ELSE, VOTING BEGINS NOW!
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 3:50 pm
Day 02 The sun rose and set in the fair town of sniperville while, on the high seas the passengers of the S.S.Sniper drifted aimlessly on the waters, searching for a port which would take them. Rasani, saved from being sent to the Brig the night before by pure dumb luck was reclining in a plastic pool chair, martini glass in hand. “Ziixxxtria, would you be a dear and pass me the tanning oil?” “Pfft, only if you get me a sammich.” Ziixxxtria_Coutl replied, holding the bottle of oil hostage. “No problem!” Rasani flicked a leftover Quail and Toast Beast sandwich towards her from the buffet table on his other side. “Mmmm!” Ziixxxtria tossed the bottle of oil up into the air, towards Rasani as she caught the sandwich in its place. BLAM! Golden tan oil exploded across the deck, bathing guests and inanimate objects alike. “That was a little too close for comfort.” Rasani gulped, recoiling into his chair, he glanced over at Ziixxxtria to see if she was alright. The albino serpent’s eyes were wide with surprise, hands clasped around her throat as she quickly turned purple and fell to the ground, unmoving. “ZIIXXTRIA!” Rasani yelped springing towards her, but it was too late. A lone piece of Quail and Toast Beast sandwich flopped out of her agape mouth, rolling across the deck. The other guests backed away from the morsel, afraid of touching it. *** After the morning’s excitement, the Captain expedited their evening meeting and all remaining passengers were gathered below decks in no time. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began. “As you all know, we are still not welcome at port. I thought we would be sailing home shortly, but obviously yesterday we failed to catch the real criminals. I’ve also received another letter from our anonymous sources.” The captain pulled another letter out of his coat, and read aloud the message. Looks like you need a bit more help! Good thing you’ve got us on your side. Here are some clues we’ve dug up about the Caterer!
1. Nostril
2. Ice Cream is my best friend
Good luck! “Well I think it’s clear who the killer is today, without a doubt!” A voice piped up from the crowd Heavensdark raised her head from a giant bowl of ice cream just in time to be picked up and dumped into the darkness of the Brig. “NO… NO, IT’S JUST ICE CREAM!” heaven protested, but the angry crowd paid no mind. “…Why, hello there.” Haven_Gal greeted heavensdark as the door slammed shut, and the two were left alone in the dark.
Ziixxxtria_Coutl CHOKED on the CATERER'S POISON SAMMICH!
WEDDING CRASHER, PM ME YOUR KILL!
CATERER, PM ME YOUR KILL!
REPORTER, TELL ME WHO YOU WANT YOUR CLUE FROM!
WEDDING PARTY, PM ME YOUR SAVES!
EVERYONE ELSE, VOTING BEGINS NOW!
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:04 pm
Day 03 Yet another day came to pass on the stranded passengers, stress was high and tempers were even higher. Meliara the white and her chosen guest Alpha however, seemed to be in another world entirely. The pair lounged by the pool in swimsuits, shades and sunhats with a fruity cocktail in one hand, and a sandwich in the other seemingly undaunted by the previous day’s grisly poisoning. “I love you!” Alpha mentioned to his partner, grinning like a fool. “I love you too!” Meliara replied in a simperingly sweet voice. “Well, I love you more!” Alpha retorted. “Unspeakable! I definitely love you more!” “UNFATHOMABLE! It is I who loves YOU more!” BLAM! “…snuggle bunny?” Blood coated Alpha’s skin, but it was not his own. He leaped out of his chair as he felt the warm fluid coat his left side. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He cried out, just like a scene from a movie. He then threw himself over what remained of Meliara’s corpse in despair, bawling like a child. As he did so, a small token fell from beneath Meliara’s hat. A golden coin with the letters “W” and “P” engraved on either side. The first member of the wedding party had fallen. *** In another part of the yacht, `Aine Cheivious was poking her head around looking for clues. The ship’s kitchen seemed like a fair place to start, as a number of the deaths which had taken place seemed to be food related. Pushing open the swinging door, she happened upon a scene which had never meant to be revealed. A gasp escaped from the person responsible for the horrible, unspeakable act against humanity as they grabbed her, stuffed an apple in her mouth and carried her into the depths of the boat’s kitchen. In the middle of the struggle, a single gold coin engraved with the letters “W” and “P” on either side, fell from `Aine’s pocket. It landed on the floor at the same time that the trap door in the floor which `Aine had been spirited through closed with a SLAM. *** The scene at that night’s meeting was a grim one. Three people had left their ranks today, two of which had simply disappeared without a trace. The captain stood once more and, after some time finally spoke. “Today, we have lost great comrades… but perhaps it is for the best? Our rations are running low, as this was only meant to be a single dinner. If we do not find somewhere to dock eventually, we may run out of food. I do not know whether we will all make it out of this alive, but we must try.” And with that, the captain read aloud from the message he had been keeping in his breast pocket. You’re not doing very well, are you? Well maybe this will give you something to go on! These clues are about your uninvited guest!
1. "Gotta Catch ‘em All!"
2. "Turtles in a half-shell, turtle power!"
Good luck! With his duty complete, Captain Nemo returned to his seat as the crowd once again broke into two divided mobs. “WELL IT’S GOT TO BE BELLECAT. EVERYONE KNOWS SHE F*ING LOVES THEM POKEMON!” one side reasoned. “BUT WHAT ABOUT KOZMO9? HE’S NEW! HE’S SHY AND JUNK! LIKE A TURTLE!” “THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!” And with that, Bellecat joined Haven_Gal and heavensdark in the Brig. As the door slammed shut behind her, she turned to the other two in the darkness only to find… nothing? Belle could have sworn she had slammed the door on the two other girls herself, but the darkness held nothing but the moist smell of sea salt and someone’s left sock.
`Aine Chievious, a second Wedding Party Savior has mysteriously disappearedVlad d. tepes was removed for being a lazy a*****e. WEDDING CRASHER, PM ME YOUR KILL AND CLUES
CATERER, YOU BEST BE PMING ME YOUR KILL AND CLUES BISH!
REMAINING WEDDING PARTY MEMBERS, LET ME KNOW WHO YOU'RE PROTECTING!
REPORTER! TELL ME WHO YOU WANT CLUES FROM!
EVERYONE ELSE, VOTING BEGINS NOW!
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