So I'm the low-roller, eh? Interesting. If I'm hosting, the theme will probably be Clue, I'll be able to start the game on Friday - gives more people time to join and means I won't risk missing a day due to my busy Thursdays as much.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.Good to have you!
- Black Mage Anolis
- cake 1
- More Face
- Omega Shadowcry
- Ripsaw
- William Radar Storm
Oh, and I should probably mention: For flavour purposes, every player will be a Clue suspect and every kill will be made with a weapon. If you want to be a specific person, please let me know in the thread now, and if you want to make a shot with a particular weapon, please include it in the action PM. Unspecified players and weapons will be chosen randomly.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.Can I be Sir. Plum?
The ink flows into a dark puddle, just move your hand- write the way into his heartOkay then, Professor Plum then.
All right, the remaining players have been randomized. Let us begin.
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It was a beautiful evening at Boddy Mansion, a bit of calm before the dreadful storm that was soon to come. The owner of the place, the wealthy Mr. Boddy, was a very well-known and influential man, and like all influential people, he had his enemies. Unfortunately for him, he did not realize until it was too late that several of his enemies were in his home itself. Of the seven people currently inside his mansion, six of them had dastardly plans for the last one.
There was Miss Scarlet, a sultry woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted. There was Colonel Mustard, a war hero with a fiery temper and excellent aim. There was Mrs. White, an underappreciated and disgruntled maid. There was Mr. Green, a shady businessman prone to coming into large amounts of money through questionable means. There was Mrs. Peacock, a demented old widow who thought she was an emperor. Finally, there was Professor Plum, a scatterbrained scientist of dubious credentials. Every one of them wanted Boddy dead, whether because of a grudge or just to get him out of the way to claim his wealth.
That fateful evening, the six acted, each taking up a different weapon against Boddy. The mansion's owner was ambushed in the hall by Scarlet and fled into the lounge, only to find Mustard waiting for him there. The two chased him through the dining room to the kitchen, where White joined the attack. The chase then went through the ballroom to the conservatory, where Green was waiting for Boddy. He managed to escape them and get to the billiard room only to find Peacock inside. From there he fled to the library only to run across Plum, and when he ran to the study to escape him, he found that the others had caught up. After taking several blows from the candlestick, wrench and lead pipe, a shot from the revolver, and a stabbing from the knife, he was tripped with a rope and tumbled into the cellar, where he finally expired.
Unfortunately, this left the six culprits with a problem. They had all witnessed each other committing the crime, and when the police got to the scene, they would surely all be arrested. There was only one solution: Get rid of the other killers, then pin it all on them. After all, they wouldn't be able to contradict the story then. Thus, one murder would turn into several more...
Remaining players:
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Mr. Boddy (Nine-Tailed Cat) - Miss Scarlet (Ripsaw)
- Colonel Mustard (Black Mage Anolis)
- Mrs. White (More Face)
- Mr. Green (William Radar Storm)
- Mrs. Peacock (Omega Shadowcry)
- Professor Plum (cake 1)
Round 1 begins now. Come, Watson! The game is afoot!
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it."Well, you see, it's all a very simple deduction to make. I will be the only one left behind, if I can help it..."
The ink flows into a dark puddle, just move your hand- write the way into his heartMiss Scarlet stood in the lounge, the knife in her hand and a sly smile on her face. One unsuspecting guest was going to learn the hard way not to trust her. He was so oblivious, he would never suspect a thing until it was too late.
Colonel Mustard approached from the direction of the dining room with his trusty revolver at the ready. He had a score to settle with a certain someone. She's crossed him one too many times, and would soon learn a lesson.
Mrs. Peacock crept through the conservatory's secret passage, clutching a lead pipe like a sword. One of the guests had been paying her too little respect, and she felt it was time to have him executed for his insolence.
Professor Plum advanced from the hall, holding the candlestick tightly. Someone here had laughed at his studies and called him mad, and he intended to show her her mistake.
As soon as Colonel Mustard saw Miss Scarlet, he began firing wildly. The first few shots went wild, but then one struck her in the stomach. "That's what you get, you red-clad sneak!" he said as she slumped against the wall.
A moment later, he heard a cry of, "Salute Caesar, you bastard!" He turned about to see Mrs. Peacock rushing forward and swinging her pipe wildly. In a panic, he tried to shoot her too, but discovered that he'd used up all the bullets. Then Peacock knocked him to the floor with one vicious smack and began pounding on him mercilessly. She struck him until he stopped moving, then a few more times just to be sure.
While she was occupied, Professor Plum crept up on her from behind and raised his candlestick. One carefully-aimed blow to the head later and Mrs. Peacock was down for the count. "Fools," he said triumphantly. "You ignored me too long. Now look who's still alive."
However, before he could celebrate, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and fell. With the last of her strength, Scarlet had managed to hurl the knife straight into his heart. "Seems you're... not as clever as you thought... Professor..." she said before collapsing from blood loss.
~
Mr. Green listened to the chaos from across the house and smiled smugly. He had chosen to stay out of the conflict for now and let his rivals deal with each other, and it seemed to have worked.
Mrs. White also chose not to meddle in things just yet. She simply laid low, watching the murders unfold from the sidelines. She was also fortunate enough to be left alone.
Actions taken:
- Colonel Mustard: Shoot Scarlet
- Professor Plum: Shoot Peacock
- Mrs. White: Shoot air
- Mrs. Peacock: Shoot Mustard
- Miss Scarlet: Shoot Plum
- Mr. Green: Shoot air
Remaining suspects:
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Colonel Mustard(Black Mage Anolis) -
Professor Plum(cake 1) - Mrs. White (More Face)
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Mrs. Peacock(Omega Shadowcry) -
Miss Scarlet(Ripsaw) - Mr. Green (William Radar Storm)
Round 2 begins now. Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
edited 21st Mar '16 4:43:04 PM by NineTailedCat
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.That was epic. Somewhat Tarantino-esque, with all the bodies piling up. And it rounded itself out nicely in the end...
The ink flows into a dark puddle, just move your hand- write the way into his heartMr. Green decided that the best way to get rid of his last adversary was to make it look like an accident. It wasn't easy to find plausible deniability for someone getting stabbed in the face or strangled, but a something like a large, heavy object falling onto the maid would simply be a tragic turn of events. Thus, he began to look for a good way to set up a mishap for Mrs. White.
It wasn't long before he found the ballroom and its central chandelier and decided it would be perfect. He quickly fetched the wrench and a ladder, and began to loosen the screws so it would drop at the slightest provocation. Next time the maid entered the ballroom, she would have a nasty surprise waiting for her...
...except that Mr. Green had overestimated how much to loosen the chandelier. While he was working on it, it suddenly fell, shattering with enough force to knock over the ladder. Green tumbled down and was impaled on its smashed remains. To add insult to injury, he lost his grip on the wrench as he fell, and it landed right on his head.
~
Actions taken:
- Mrs. White: Shoot air
- Mr. Green: Shoot self
Remaining suspects:
- Mrs. White (More Face)
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Mr. Green(William Radar Storm)
A few hours later, once things were cleaned up a bit, Mrs. White had a rather interesting story to tell the police.
"...And that's the way it happened, officer," she concluded. "I was so scared after they killed my boss. I thought they'd come for me too."
"It's all right, ma'am," said the policeman. "Everything's under control now. Lucky break for you that they decided to get themselves killed first."
"You said it, sir. Anything else you want to know?"
"No, that'll be it. I'll go make my report. You have a good night, ma'am."
As the police left, Mrs. White let out a sigh of relief. She'd gotten rid of her employer, found five good patsies to take the blame, and she didn't even have to lift a finger to get rid of the others. Sure, there was quite a bloody mess to clean up, but no one was bothering her any more and no one suspected her of a thing.
Since Mr. Boddy had no living relatives, and she was the only person remaining with any connection to him, his mansion and his money went to her. From now on, she was the mistress of the house, and she could have things done her way. Gone were the days of "Mrs. White, do this" and "Mrs. White, do that" and "Mrs. White, your cooking is terrible". She was in charge now.
"You know, 'White Mansion' has a nice ring to it..." she murmered thoughtfully as she headed to bed.
Mrs. White has gotten away with the crime, making More Face the victor! Good game, everyone.
I like cute things. You gotta deal with it.

And the rolls are...
And that's when I forgot my own rules.
edited 13th Mar '16 8:20:49 PM by OmegaShadowcry
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous