App 1
HOKAY. So heres my GM app. The entire app should be read in a Borat/Buzz accent. Because this isn't but.
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So, it's day 50, right? Because with me (not Buzz) as GM we would get to day 50. I'm tricky like that, okay?
Anyways, back on topic. So Insomnesiac was in a slump. She was sitting in the bathtub, no water, with the door locked behind her. Screams could be heard from behind the door as the sleep-deprived zombie laughed a cold hard laugh. She had done it again. She had killed Meruhimaru without even leaving the comfort of her tub. But that's what she deserved, isn't it? It was all Meruhimaru's fault, wasn't it? The lack of participation in the games was all because of her and her lack of participation. The shrill shrieks had died away. Insomnesiac's thick, devious, and insane laugh was slowly becoming more studded with soggy wet tears. She had done it. She had done her best to make the people around her care. And now they were all gone! There was no one left to oppose her! Insomnesiac stood from the tub. Even her own red herring death had fooled them all. She had been the killer and no one had even suspected her! When they had suspected her, she had snubbed them out. The mansion was now empty. Because of Insomnesiac's masterful thinking Meruhimaru and buzzkid24 had been sent to insanity and were punished for their sins by killing eachother. That was when Insomnesiac would make her true move. She stood from the bathtub, heading towards the room behind the door, heavy tears still streaming down her twisted face, when she say them, buzzkid24 sitting there like an empty toothpaste tube and Meruhimaru with her head in the oven. The mastermind made her way into the living room where she saw the rest of the bodies. She lifted up the sofa cushion and pulled out a bit of rope before reciting the rest of the poem to herself, still sobbing.
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The game is a psychotic/humorous take off of the novel "And Then There Were None". There will be one killer (the herring), one newsreporter (the chef), and two g-teamers (Legge and Maine.)
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Ten little soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there was Eight.
Eight little soldier boys travelling to Devon;
One said he stayed there and then there were Seven.
Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little soldier boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was One.
One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there was Eight.
Eight little soldier boys travelling to Devon;
One said he stayed there and then there were Seven.
Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little soldier boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was One.
So, it's day 50, right? Because with me (not Buzz) as GM we would get to day 50. I'm tricky like that, okay?
Anyways, back on topic. So Insomnesiac was in a slump. She was sitting in the bathtub, no water, with the door locked behind her. Screams could be heard from behind the door as the sleep-deprived zombie laughed a cold hard laugh. She had done it again. She had killed Meruhimaru without even leaving the comfort of her tub. But that's what she deserved, isn't it? It was all Meruhimaru's fault, wasn't it? The lack of participation in the games was all because of her and her lack of participation. The shrill shrieks had died away. Insomnesiac's thick, devious, and insane laugh was slowly becoming more studded with soggy wet tears. She had done it. She had done her best to make the people around her care. And now they were all gone! There was no one left to oppose her! Insomnesiac stood from the tub. Even her own red herring death had fooled them all. She had been the killer and no one had even suspected her! When they had suspected her, she had snubbed them out. The mansion was now empty. Because of Insomnesiac's masterful thinking Meruhimaru and buzzkid24 had been sent to insanity and were punished for their sins by killing eachother. That was when Insomnesiac would make her true move. She stood from the bathtub, heading towards the room behind the door, heavy tears still streaming down her twisted face, when she say them, buzzkid24 sitting there like an empty toothpaste tube and Meruhimaru with her head in the oven. The mastermind made her way into the living room where she saw the rest of the bodies. She lifted up the sofa cushion and pulled out a bit of rope before reciting the rest of the poem to herself, still sobbing.
"One little soldier boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself
And then there were None."
He went and hanged himself
And then there were None."
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The game is a psychotic/humorous take off of the novel "And Then There Were None". There will be one killer (the herring), one newsreporter (the chef), and two g-teamers (Legge and Maine.)
