Survival by Suicide (Game)

[Carraka]

I've shamelessly stolen this idea from another website, just because I think it's superbly awesome. (Credit: Silkenfist at www.giantitp.com (http://www.giantitp.com) -- I don't know if his idea is original.) Anyway, the object of the game is to be the last one standing. Simple, right?

Since this game is so popular, I've created a thread for a simultaneous-running game. You can find it here (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?t=1151).

Rules

1) Each round, every player picks one action and sends the narrator a private message with his/her action.

2) There are three possible actions: shoot in the air, shoot yourself, or shoot someone else.

3) Shoot in the air: This has no effect on you, anyone else, or anything, really.

4) Shoot yourself: If you shoot yourself and no one else tries to shoot you, you die.
4b) If you shoot yourself AND at least one other player tries to shoot you too, you remain alive and all assailants die instead.

5) Shoot someone: You must specify which player you wish to shoot. When you shoot that player, they die.
5b) Exception: If your victim has tried to shoot him/herself, you die instead. (See 4b.)

6) After each round, the survivors are put together in a new standoff and the next round ensues. This continues until there is only one player left.
6b) If all players die simultaneously in one round, that round is repeated.
6c) If no players die in one round, that round is repeated.

7) If you wish to, you can publicly declare/bluff/lie about your actions on this thread. You can also make and break deals with other people.

8) One round will last for about 48 hours. With each update, there will be a new deadline for your submission.
8b) Players who don't submit an action within the deadline are treated as if they shot the air.

9) At the end of each round, the narrator writes a few paragraphs detailing the gruesome deaths (or survivals) of each player.
9b) The narrator decides the theme of his/her game.

10) The winner gets to be the narrator of the next game.
10b) If the winner does not want to be the narrator, then s/he can give the job to someone else.
10c) If the winner does not want to choose someone else (o.O), then all power returns to the Overlady Carraka. She can choose whether to narrate, or give someone else the narration.

11) Don't take things too seriously. It's just a game.

12) The first post will be frequently updated for information on the current game. If you have a question, it can probably be answered here.

13) The Overlady (that's me, Carraka,) reserves the right to alter/add to the rules and resolve any disputes that arise when queer stuff occurs.

Convoluted Rules
These are added when queer stuff occurs, and hopefully will never need to be put in use a second time.
1) If the narrator receives an action via PM but forgets to write a player into the round, then that player survives the round.
1b) If this rule is abused, we shall all be very angry. And sad. We shall also nullify this rule. It only exists currently to keep games consistent, but the Olympics rules are inconsistent, so this rule ought to be nullified.
1c) Hmm ...

2) When considering SBS actions, PM messages are always valid over communication anywhere else, be it in a thread, in the YWO chatroom, or off-site. For this reason, if you are sending an action, SEND IT IN A PM.
2b) If you want to give your action somewhere else, it's best to take a screenshot, so you can prove it happened. This way, if the narrator does not notice your action or forgets, you can prove it happened.

3) If the narrator is unable to narrate after having already written narration for the game, the narrator can pass the narration responsibilities to someone else.
3b) If the narrator does not want to choose, then the Overlady gets to choose.
3c) Although the new narrator is strongly encouraged to continue the previous theme, the new narrator may change the theme if s/he wishes.
The Addicted
Automatically Signed Up for Every Game

GeorgeMichael
Carraka
Imelda
Chie
Kadath
Shadow
Majyk
sXe_Jinxeh
Lykaios
Koszczuk
Lizzie

Click to see past games on YWO.

The narrator of the first game was Carraka.
The winner of the first game was Nyx.
The theme of the first game was a chocolate factory.
Round One (http://youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=1290&postcount=27) Round Two (http://youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=1346&postcount=45)

The narrator of the second game was Nyx.
The winner of the second game was Rafael Domination.
The theme of the second game was a cruise ship.
Round One (http://youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=2027&postcount=97) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=2976&postcount=153) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=3437&postcount=173)

The narrator of the third game was Shadow.
The winner of the third game was Nyx.
The theme of the third game was an abandoned mental asylum.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=4358&postcount=274) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=5530&postcount=332) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=8336&postcount=441)

The narrator of the fourth game was GeorgeMichael.
The winner of the fourth game was Shadow.
The theme of the fourth game was a pirate ship.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=9755&postcount=474) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=10556&postcount=510)

The narrator of the fifth game was Rafael Domination.
The winner of the fourth game was GeorgeMichael.
The theme of the fifth game was ninjas.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=13414&postcount=616) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=15712&postcount=650)

The narrator of the sixth game was Imelda.
The winner of the sixth game was Carraka.
The theme of the sixth game was the Crusades.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=19384&postcount=706)

The narrator of the seventh game was Carraka.
The winner of the seventh game was Alex.
The theme of the seventh game was the llama opera.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=21423&postcount=744) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=22054&postcount=800) Llama (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=21567&postcount=765) Songs (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=21578&postcount=769)

The narrator of the 8th game was Carraka. (Originally Nyx, but she had to leave.)
The winner of the 8th game was Imelda.
The theme of the 8th game was Imelda's Wedding.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=25479&postcount=901)

The narrator of the 9th game was GeorgeMichael.
The winner of the 9th game was Rafael Domination.
The theme of the 9th game was New York City, New York.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=25632&postcount=923) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=25704&postcount=936) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=25892&postcount=945)

The narrator of the 10th game was Rafael Domination.
The winner of the 10th game was Nyx.
The theme of the 10th game was a zombie graveyard.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=27184&postcount=984) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=28126&postcount=1005)

The narrator of the 11th game was Nyx.
The winner of the 11th game was blue phoenix.
The theme of the 11th game was the YWO writing guild.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=30672&postcount=1068) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=31747&postcount=1104)

The narrator of the 12th game was Pibs.
The winner of the 12th game was Majyk.
The theme of the 12th game was Christmas at the Beach in July.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=34593&postcount=1152) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=36284&postcount=1180) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=37791&postcount=1198) Round Four (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=38164&postcount=1227)

The narrator of the 13th game was Majyk.
The winner of the 13th game was Midnight.
The theme of the 13th game was Into the Woods.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=39411&postcount=1257) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=40149&postcount=1276) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=41473&postcount=1292)

The narrator of the 14th game was Midnight.
The winner of the 14th game was Koszczuk.
The theme of the 14th game was Messy Mystery.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=44234&postcount=1331) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=46955&postcount=1352) Round Three (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=52828&postcount=1395)


The narrator of the 15th game is Carraka.
The theme of the 15th game is The Tragedy of King Carraka.
Round One (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showpost.php?p=58954&postcount=1467) Round Two (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/showthread.php?p=66059#post66059)
Please send your action for the 3rd round to Carraka by some less shameful date.
Registration is closed.

Participants signed up for the 15th game: 12

GeorgeMichael
Imelda
Chie
Kadath
Shadow
Majyk
sXe_Jinxeh
Lykaios
Tsuki Hikari
Nyx
starryskyes
Midnight

*Chie and Kadath are two separate players, even though they share one account.

[Ichigo]

Sounds okay...
I'm in ^^

[Carraka]

Hooray! One person! You're probably going to win by default. o.O

Oh wait, I'm more optimistic than that. I should start advertising it in my sig.

[Ichigo]

Haha, nice advertisment there :D

[Carraka]

I thanked you for joining.

Even if we never get enough people to play this, at least you supported my idea. (:

(coughifyoujoin,I'llthankyoucough)

[Rafael Domination]

I'm soooo in! :D

[Carraka]

Now we have two people! I think if one person joins every day, by the end of the week, we'll have --

--more people. Yeah. I need to have an end registration date.

[Nyx]

I would join...except I am rather stupid and fail to understand the game...

[Carraka]

Um--what don't you get? Or do you just not get it? I'm not sure how I could explain it better. Make up an example?

[Nyx]

Ok I'll tell you what I get of it (which will probably be way off) and then you can correct me!

So what I think is we send you a message with one of the 3 actions and then we wait until everyone has made their move and you post what has happened?

[Carraka]

Exactly!

o.O

Are you sure you don't understand this game?

-blink- When did I pass the 100-post mark? I think I'm posting too much.

[Nyx]

yay so I'm not extremely slow afterall -glows with the realization-

ok count me in for the game

[Carraka]

Aaargh! It's not letting me thank you! That's probably because I just thanked you for EC. -sigh- Well, it shall happen. I've put it on the User Control To Do List.

How many people do you think we need to play this game? I've seen it done in two rounds with eight, but the join rate is so slow....

Should we wait until we have five? Or some other number?

[Nyx]

I think it'll work with five and with the great advertisement in your sig. we should have even more than that in no time;)

[Carraka]

-grumble- It would work faster if everyone advertised it. -grumble-

-goes off to add you to the list of factory workers-

[Ichigo]

I'll put it in my signature too now...
Although I may have to get rid of my beloved Pinky and the Brain...

[Carraka]

Thank you Ichigo! I'm going to rig the game so you win!

Wait--that's impossible ... But everyone would do well to follow her example. I have a new idea! PM-time!

EDIT; I'm PMing people now, and gently persuading them to join the game. If no one responds, I'm going to SPAM THEIR INBOXES!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA

No. Um, surely people will join, once they realize how happy I am in my happy game of happiness.

[Quietus]

Carr's pm totally conviced me to join... This game seems purty interesting...

[Carraka]

Thank you! Thank you!

...what did I write in the PM? xD

EDIT: Yes, I do know what I wrote to you, so you don't have to waste time responding to this.

[Rafael Domination]

So...when to we start...

[Carraka]

We start in June.

xD No--we can start when we have five people. I have no idea whether that'll work. Actually, seeing as I've PMed a few people, I need to wait for them to respond.

So, once we get the fifth person, I set a registration date (probably the middle of next week.) Two days after that date will be the PM-me-your-action deadline.

However, if you want to, you guys can start PMing actions now.

[Nyx]

Nah, I think I'll just send my PM when the deadline is set...

[Tncowgirl]

I'm all for it :D

[Carraka]

Hooray! We have five people!

Of course, the more the merrier, so the deadline to register is Monday, October 22nd. If you have already joined (-hugs-), please send me a PM with the action you wish to take by Wednesday, October 24th.

[Shadow]

Woah! Damn, I've ignored this and now it may be too late. Still ok if I join?

[Carraka]

Sure thing! We haven't actually finished the first round yet. xD

-stabs you for ignoring-

Six people. o.O

[Carraka]

The Grinding Room is situated in the northwest corner of the factory. The entire bottom half of the room is filled with rich, dark chocolate. In the center, there is a long metal cylinder, perpetually rotating clockwise. It is said that sharp blades are at the bottom of the cylinder, but in the chocolate, hidden from view.

The purpose of the room and its solemn machine is long forgotten, but it is nevertheless always manned by six workers. Their primary job is to make sure that nothing larger than a pencil ever gets caught in the grinder. They must have the easiest job in existence. The room pumps in nothing but smooth chocolate and pumps out nothing but smooth chocolate. Day in, day out, on every single day for as long as anyone can remember. So the six workers meander around on the metal walkway that is fixed to the walls, above the swirling chocolate, with nothing to do but talk to each other or sit by themselves, lost in thought.

It was on such a boring and pointless day that Rafael, TN, and Shadow gathered together by the controls. None of them had ever touched the controls, and none of them knew how the controls worked, but they were of firm mindset that they would never need to know. All had been in the room for at least ten years, and were quite resigned to the fact that nothing exciting would ever happen.

On that day, Rafael was entertaining the other two by telling them a story about strange beings called Geists. As he reached the climax of the story, Ichigo walked up to them, cradling a small box in her arms. It was thin, rectangular, and tied together masterfully with a golden ribbon. She sat down next to TN and offered the girl the box.

"Happy birthday." Ichigo seemed to glow with an inner joy.

"You're late," TN scowled. "My birthday was weeks ago." But she took the box anyway, pulled the ribbon off, and tossed it playfully at Shadow. There were thirty exquisitely-decorated chocolate pieces inside, arranged artistically in five rows of six. TN moaned.

"Itchy, we work in a chocolate factory. Couldn't you have given me something inedible? Like a horse?"

The other girl smiled. "This isn't Carrakan chocolate. Nothing we've ever made. It's pretty special. As soon as I tried it, I knew that you would love it!"

"Okay, I get it," TN muttered. she picked a piece at random, popped it in her mouth, and chewed. Her eyes fluttered closed. "Mmm--not bad." But as the last word left her lips, she toppled over backwards, rolled down the steps, and landed face down, unmistakably dead.

Ichigo grinned.

"You--!" Shadow jumped up, pointing a shaky finger at Ichigo. "You poisoned her!"

Rafael leapt up as well, but only to grab Shadow's arm, restraining him. "Maybe she just choked?" he said hopefully. Shadow shrugged Rafael away, snatched up the box of poisoned chocolates, and advanced towards Ichigo.

The murderess's grin faded, but before she could attempt to escape, Shadow grabbed her, seized a fistful of chocolates, and forced them down her throat. A second body soon joined TN's on the metal walkway.

--

Nyx watched the deaths from afar, amazed to find that she cared little of her coworkers' deaths. Perhaps it was because she was nearing the end of her own life. She was standing at the part of the walkway where there was no railing. It was the most dangerous part to be at. One simple step forward could be a last step anywhere.

"Hey." Nyx looked up, and saw Quietus walking towards her. "Did you see what Shadow did?"

Nyx said nothing.

"It gave me an idea."

Nyx shrugged and turned away to look at the grinder again. What did those legendary rotating blades look like?

"You don't want to know what that idea is?"

"Not really, no."

Quietus stared at her. "What's up with you today?"

"I want to go back to a world where I can enjoy chocolate again. There's too much chocolate here, so I'm thinking, wherever afterlife is--" She trailed off, and there was a long silence. Finally, she turned to Quietus, expecting her companion to have a look of surprised horror on his face.

Instead, she saw that he was grinning. "In that case, let me help you." Nyx drew back in shock as the other boy grabbed at her. His fingertips brushed her clothing, but only briefly. Then he lost his balance, gasped, and fell off the walkway. His screaming was quickly stifled as the chocolate filled his mouth.

On the other side of the room, Rafael dashed to the controls and pushed frantically at random buttons, trying to stop the grinder. It wasn't until a full fifteen minutes later when he managed to bring the machine to a screeching halt. Five minutes after that, Quietus's mangled body resurfaced, no longer recognizable.

Nyx stared down at the corpse, wondering what insanity had possessed her to wish to die this way. This time next month, children all around the world would be able to consume Quietus blood for an all-time low price of 99 cents.

Still Alive (Amazement):

Rafael
Shadow
Nyx

Deadly, but dead:

TNCowgirl
Ichigo
Quietus

PM me your next action. xD I know, my writing's rather tasteless. Enjoy it anyway.

[Shadow]

Alright! Hmm, I'm a murderous bastard... I would have preferred to have shoved Ichigo into the grinder or something, though. Killing someone with chocolate... not all that cool. :devil:

[Ichigo]

HAHAHA! Thats amazing! I wan in a really bad mood today and I think it's all almost gone now!
I can't belive you included the "Itchy" in this! Ahh jeez...:D

[Quietus]

Wow... Death by chocolate... Awesomeness

[Carraka]

Well, I couldn't have everyone die in the same way. That would be boring. xD

Ichigo: I figured you needed a reason to kill TN. "Itchy" would be an insult, wouldn't it?

[Rafael Domination]

Excellent, Carr! Not only have you found a way to display your massive expertise in writing, you've acutally made me laugh out! And I'm still alive!

Bravo! Bravo! :D

[Shadow]

Hey, Raffy, how about I shoot you, you shoot me, and whoever Nyx shoots lives (if she shoots herself, we're all dead). :angel:

[Carraka]

If Shadow shoots Rafael, Rafael shoots Shadow, and Nyx shoots someone (not herself) then she'd win.

Everyone's already sent me their actions, and there is a clear winner, so after I finish cleaning my room, I'll write the ending to the story.

[Tncowgirl]

((Ah, I was poisend, :P, at least it was by chocolate :P ))

[Carraka]

It was high-quality chocolate too.

[Nyx]

I'm really curious to who'll win.....great job so far Carr.:D

[Shadow]

Why does everybody call me by my username and not my real name? I call Andrew by his real name and I've been talking to him online for... a few months and he still won't call me by it. Even Shaun knows definitely, and he doesn't. Is there some phobia of my name? :rolleyes:

[Nyx]

um..what is your name?

[Shadow]

You see, Nyx, that's what profiles are for. :laugh:

[Ichigo]

Ichigo: I figured you needed a reason to kill TN. "Itchy" would be an insult, wouldn't it?

No, it's what Vnt and CORY used to call me all the time.
I missed it I just can't belive you knew about it.

[Carraka]

Oh. Um, would you like me to call you Itchy then?

And Shadow, do you want me to call you Jordan?

[Shadow]

It'd be nice, yeah. I've just made a big rave about it. :)

[Carraka]

-stares at your signature-

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FOUR DAYS AAAAAAAAAH

I hadn't realized ... All right, I'll call you Jordan. Slap me if I forget.

[Carraka]

Suddenly, a disembodied female voice rang through the Grinding Room. Rafael froze. "It's her."

"Attention, my lowly slaves. Please leave your designated rooms and proceed to the entrance hall in an orderly manner. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill."

"They're on to us!" Rafael gasped. "They know we've stopped the grinder! And when they come, and see that TN's dead -- and Quietus -- we're doomed. Doomed!" He bolted from the room. Nyx stared at Quietus's corpse one last time, and then ran towards the door. She stopped at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder at Shadow. The boy was kneeling on the ground staring at Ichigo's corpse. Shaking her head, Nyx turned away and sprinted down the hallway after Rafael.

Shadow sat down on the steps above Ichigo, staring at his own chocolate-smeared hands. They should have been blood-smeared. He had killed someone--never mind that he had killed a murderess. How could he live with himself, with the knowledge, with the guilt? Ichigo's family -- he had hurt them too. The media would turn him into a monster. His own family would hate him -- the world would hate him. Then again, they already hated him. After all, they refused to call him Jordan.

The boy stumbled to the railing and stared down at the chocolate. It would be simple enough to throw himself over the edge, but there was nothing to cut him up now.

The chocolates! Shadow seized the chocolate box and stuffed the rest of the pieces into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and sat down to wait.

--

Rafael dashed down the hallway. All around him, the other doors were opening, and shocked workers were stepping out. They had heard the announcement as well. When they saw him barreling towards them, they quickly got out of his way. "In an orderly fashion, remember?" someone yelled.

He ignored them. A small part of him pointed out that it was already over. He could not escape--there was nowhere to escape too. He would be the first worker to have ever been fired from the Carrakan factory. It would go on his criminal record. His writing dreams were shattered.

But he hadn't done anything wrong! He hadn't killed anyone. He had tried to stop Shadow, and failed. He had tried to stop the machine from crushing Quietus, but he couldn't be faulted for not knowing how--could he? Rafael turned to ask Nyx, but she wasn't behind him. Cursing, he ran back towards the Grinder Room. He needed to find her. Before she did something terribly wrong.

--

Nyx had found the packaging room. Its workers had deserted it, probably heeding the earlier announcement, but the room itself was still full, packed to the brim with boxes that would be shipped out to candy stores and eager children. Nyx slammed the door behind her and ripped a box open. Yes, it was bad-quality, but that just meant it would kill her faster. She grabbed a candy bar, tore off the wrapping, and stuck the entire thing into her mouth until she gagged. As soon as she forced it down her throat, she unwrapped the next candy bar, and ate that as well. If she kept eating, she would eventually keel over and die, right?

Suddenly, the door burst open, and fifteen men in purple uniforms filed in.

"We are the Chocolate Cops, and you are surrounded! Place your hands on your--oh--"

Nyx ignored them, popped another candy bar into her mouth, and threw up.

--

Shadow frowned, wondering why the chocolates hadn't killed him. He flipped the box over. On the bottom, written in tiny gold writing, were the words: Only chocolates in box 3, 4, 6, 11, 18, 22, 25, and 30 have been laced with poison. Growling, he kicked the box aside and left the room, searching for another way to kill himself.

The room across the hall was labeled the Filling Room. The door was already open, so he entered, and found rows and rows of filled doughnuts. Shadow walked up to one of the filling machines, and examined the sharp metal nozzles. If they could inject chocolate into doughnuts, what else could they inject chocolate into?

--

"You're Nyx, right?" said the man in the purple uniform. She nodded, inching away from the chocolate-colored vomit.

"Did you work in the Grinder Room?" Another nod.

"Aha! You're under arrest!" The man seemed very pleased with himself, and several other chocolate cops ducked under his gesturing arms, one of them holding handcuffs.

"I-I didn't kill anyone!" Nyx cried, backing away.

"So you admit that three of your co-workers have been discovered dead!"

"No! I mean, yes, they are dead, but--"

"Where are the other two? Did you kill them as well?"

"I--"

"Don't listen to her!" Rafael ran through the door, panting. "Whatever she's saying about me, she's lying! Trying to end my career--!"

"So you are the murderer!" shouted the chocolate cop. The others stopped, confused, then handcuffed Nyx anyway. She didn't resist.

"I didn't say anything about you, you filth," she snarled.

"See?" Rafael screamed hysterically. "You can't rely on her! She has a grudge!"

"Sir, you need to calm down." Rafael lunged at the man who had spoken and grabbed a gun from the man's belt. Then, he aimed carefully at Nyx and pulled the trigger.

Five lollipops flew from the gun and hit Nyx in the face. There was a moment of shock, and then the other cops drew their own guns and returned fire. Rafael flew backwards out into the hallway, and smashed his skull on the wall. His bullet-ridden body jerked once or twice, and then was still.

The cops stared each other. "Jerry, why do you have a lollipop gun?" Jerry shuffled his feet and stared at the ground.

"I hab a nosebleed," said Nyx.

--

Epilogue: After Shadow's body was found in the Filling Room, bloodstream clogged with chocolate, the factory was quickly closed for investigation. A month later, several families filed lawsuits against Carrakan Chocolates, claiming that their children had found frozen fingers encased in their chocolate bars. Carrakan Chocolates filed bankruptcy.

Nyx was freed from all charges, but the judge sent her to a suicide counselor.

--

So--it's over. Any feedback? And would anyone be interested in playing another game? Or being the narrator?

[Shadow]

I shall be the narrator, if you will allow it. :) Pleeeaaase...
By the way, awesome game, Carraka. Did you think of it yourself?

[Carraka]

Bwahahahaaa....

No. This wasn't my idea. x.x I stole it from Silkenfist on the Giant in the Playground Forums. (By the way, all of you should read Order of the Stick (http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0001.html), the most awesome webcomic ever created.

According to the rules, Nyx gets to choose if she wants to narrate. So start begging her.

Sorry, Nyx, you didn't get to watch yourself die. xD

[Nyx]

Hehe that was very nice Carr...very amusing! Ok so I didn't die but a suicide counselor, that sure is something;)
Actually Jordan (yes I will be using your name from now on) I would like to take shot at narrating if we play another round, I hope you don't mind.
So who’s up for another round?

[Carraka]

I'm in. I've always wanted to play this. Where will the game be taking place?

[Nyx]

Hm...I'm still thinking about it.

[Shadow]

That's fine, Nyx. :) I have a good idea for when/if I'm narrator, but I won't tell you, you'll steal it. :P

[Carraka]

Okay. I updated the first post with -- stuff. What do you think? Should we have a Registration Deadline again?

Shadow--if I win, I'll let you be narrator. So, you should help me win. (:

[Ichigo]

I'M SO PLAYING AGAIN!
That was awesome!

[Carraka]

Yay! I thought my narration would suck, as I really have no idea how to increase suspense. So, um, this is practice. Hooray. Plus, it's really fun killing all of you. And writing stuff about Quietus' fingers.

[Tncowgirl]

I'm IN!!!

[Rafael Domination]

I'm sooo in again! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

I shot a lollipop gun and ended up looking like Swiss Cheese! Bravo Carr!

[Carraka]

Lollipop Gun!! Poor Jerry. My original version of this round was so boring.

It looks like the original six (minus Nyx, plus moi) will be joining. Do you guys want to work together to get more people to kill join?

[Nyx]

Carr's narration was so good that I'm afraid mine's going to be a let down....but I'll try my best anyways:cool:

[Shadow]

I'll help with the narration... if you give me the actions of all the other players. :P Joking, of course.

[Carraka]

I would try to write a guide, but I'm not sure how I did it. Um--I tried to kill everyone in a different (but interesting) way. There was humor. -shrug- I didn't hesitate to explain setting in the beginning. I tried to give everyone a motivation (to kill/commit suicide, etc.) I didn't give Quietus one though. Let's pretend he was insane.

Okay, so there are four people on YWO that have posted recently and might be interested in joining the second game: Andy, Shaun, Hypocrit, and The Doomed Engines. (TDE gave me a flat no last time, saying he just wasn't interested. I don't know if that will have changed.)

I propose that all of us PM all four. If they say NO, don't push them, but maybe ask why. If they say no, and tell you why, you can try to persuade them. If they say yes, well, I'm still thanking first-timers.

Does that work? Um--or is sending five/six PMs to them too pushy?

[Shadow]

Maybe just one PM to each. It'll be like a mass spam e-mail and it'll seem like we're pushing it. Very much so.

[Nyx]

Yep, I agree with Jordan, one PM is probably enough.

[Ichigo]

Yeah, so when do we PM our actions to Nyx?

[Carraka]

You could PM her now, but we still want to get more people to join. I would PM Hips, except my hand is bandaged, so I'm typing about 17wpm. Maybe later this evening.

EDIT: I'm going to PM Hip now. I can type, but I can't write a bloody word with a pencil. (Actually, now I can avoid HW. Yay!) So yeah. Everyone else pick someone to PM.

[Shadow]

I'll PM Andrew. He'll most likely reject it, but I'll do it anyway. He's one of the few who can stand me (that I know of).

[Carraka]

Eh? People can't stand you? Whyever not?

[lone_wolf_anime_girl]

Okay, can I, like, be a narrorator?

-Eyes as red as blood,
Watching, waiting-

[Shadow]

I have a tendency to annoy. Ask Andrew about my stalking him... I wish not to talk about it.

And lone wolf anime girl, you have to win the game to be narrator. :)

[Carraka]

Right now Nyx is the narrator. Whoever wins next round can choose to be narrator or give the job to someone else. Jordan wants the job too, so--um you can take it up with him when the time comes. Unless you win.

--What Jordan said. I hate being a slow typist.

Um, Lwag (if I can call you that,) are you joining then?

[Carraka]

Um--should we close registration on Wednesday? And actions should be due on Friday?

[Nyx]

Sounds good:D
So should I post the narration up on sat. afternoon then?

[Carraka]

Well, post it when you think it's good. Except don't procrastinate. It annoys the rest of us and delays rounds. So, um, Saturday afternoon would be good time, but if you randomly made up the narration in five minutes, it wouldn't be good.

Does that make sense? I'll go edit the first post. Aaand my sig.

[Nyx]

Well I will write it on sat. but I'll put more than 5 min aside for writing it for sure;)

[Carraka]

Oh--do you have a theme yet?

[angelxfalls]

rawr. i have joined =3

just before the random deadline you set up

EDIT: and carraka tells me i need to make an intro thread so it doesnt look like i only signed up to play the game with mah friend =3

[Carraka]

Welcome, Lish! You should probably make an intro thread. And stuff.

I guess I'll show you tomorrow. x.x

-thanks-

[Ichigo]

Wait...CARRAKA'S A GUY?!

[Shadow]

...This happened to me once. People on TW thought I was a girl. What girl has the username Hunter? :rolleyes:

[angelxfalls]

i wonder... should i? or shouldnt i?

/whispers
carraka isnt a guy =X

bwahaaha, bet you wish i never joined now =]

unless you can delete messages... then it doesnt matter... but i dun think you can?
and everyone here uses correct grammer... maybe i will do that too later.

[Carraka]

Nah, they know. At least, they should. Ichigo probably just wasn't paying attention. And yes, you can delete messages. And yes, you should use correct grammar. You're totally ruining my facade.

Now that I've told you to, you probably won't. x.x

[GeorgeMichael]

I wanna join, is it too late?

[Carraka]

Nope! You're officially on time, but people can unofficially join after today, as long as they PM in the action on time. Still, it would be annoying for people who wanted to kill them.

[Crocolyle]

I'd like to sign up too

[Carraka]

Hooray! -adds you to list-

-thanks you for good measure-

[Imelda]

I have no idea what I'm signing up to, but I am. It must be cool because Car made it. Pretend I'm on time.

[Carraka]

Of course, of course.

-evil laughter-

[angelxfalls]

._O

Suuuurre... so what do I need to do for an intro thing? What is YOW? Is there a help thing so I don't have to ask you questions?

[Carraka]

YWO is Young Writers Online, which is this website.

A website for um, young writers. If you go to the Newbie Zone at the top of the site, then you can create a thread and introduce yourself there. If you have questions, I would ask them in the Suggestions and Feedback section.

[Imelda]

I missed a chocolate factory game? *Cries*

I've PMed Nyx. I don't know if I did it right. :D

[Carraka]

Yeah, you could have drowned in chocolate and been chopped to bits by some grinder-thingie! What a loss!

Why don't you tell me what you wrote? Then I'll tell you whether you did it right.

[Nyx]

hehe nice try Carraka! Don't worry Imelda you did it right!

[Carraka]

I just wanted to be helpful! -pout-

Ah well. The suspense mounts. Do you have a theme yet?

[Ichigo]

I cna't remember what my action was...

[Carraka]

I think Saturday afternoon has come and gone. Maybe not everyone has PMed their actions.

[Nyx]

Ok so literally it's evening but I am almost done! Not everyone PMed their actions but I counted them as shooting the air. I'll post it up in a max. of 30min!

[Carraka]

Yay! Soon I'll know whether I'm aliiiive!!!

Except it's been an hour already. I hope Nyx didn't die or something. That would be a real let-down.

[Nyx]

No Carraka I'm still alive although my stupid computer came very close to dying! *glare* it wasn't running internet for a while so that's why it took so long to post this, I'm really sorry everyone! But better late than never so here it is:


Allison sat on the bed in her cabin in the small cruise. She watched the waves lapping at the small window and sighed. The water was blue and clear, it was shining under the sun’s light, and the timing was too perfect. Allison knew this was what she had planned for but still she felt afraid. Every year she came on this cruise and travelled to the island where the annual camping trip took place. Every year she came to watch the ocean and its waves, to feel the warm water on her pale skin and to sink into the soft sand on the beach but this year she wasn’t here for all that. She was tired and angry. Angry at her mother who had become an alcoholic, angry at the people she had once considered her “friends” who now teased her every single day and angry at herself for being defenseless. There was only the ocean left that she cared about, its warm glow and its ongoing waves and so she had decided the ocean, the vast stretch of water would be the end. Allison stood up and walked to the deck, she braced herself to jump…

Jordan saw Allison jump only a second too late. He ran fiercely and reached out to her sinking body over the white railings. He was too late though and his hands only closed around the empty air. His mouth felt dry with shock and he couldn’t find in himself the will to scream. Was Allison really gone? No it couldn’t possibly be. His best friend couldn’t have sunk into the never ending depths of the ocean. He sunk his head in shame as he realized the reason she had jumped, if only he had been a better friend. Jordan cast a final glance at the last spot he had seen his friend and allowed the trembling of his body to subside. The medicine room! He ran across the deck and walked down the stairs. He walked into the medicine room that was as usual unlocked. This room was often deserted; no one felt the need to supervise it. Jordan dug his hands into a paper bag filled with Tylenol Cold. Jordan smiled sarcastically, his favorite medicine how ironic. He opened his mouth to swallow the first handful and to stop his beating heart…that’s when the door burst open.

TN, RD and Angel walked into the room. They looked with shock at Jordan. Angel laughed mockingly, she had always thought of him as stupid but a suicide attempt? This was quite pathetic. But it was also helpful. It would make it so much easier to kill him now and look innocent and Angel surely had motive to kill. His mother after all was responsible for Angel’s parents’ divorce. Angel was sick of this boy and his family that always had to butt in. It would have to end now. TN and RD observed her laugh with shocked and curious looks. She was their leader so they couldn’t object. Angel let her smile widen and then she spoke.

“Need some help with that?” Angel’s voice was so soft and melodic that the cruel words didn’t seem to fit.

“I think I can handle this, thanks for the offer.” Jordan snapped. What did Angel want now? Jordan prayed for her to just leave so he could get this over with.

“No really, I’d be more than glad to help.” She motioned for TN and RD to close the door as she stepped closer to Jordan.

She hit the paper bag out of his hand and closed her hands around his neck. Jordan wanted to die so why should he resist? But he was only killing himself because he wanted to be with Allison again and Allison would’ve hated to see him surrender to Angel. He growled with fury and he didn’t sound at all human. He pushed Angel away with his strong arms. He pulled his hands around her neck and held still. Angel struggled at first but then the breath was knocked out of her and she fell numbly to the floor. Stepping over her body, Jordan easily pushed aside the protesting TN and RD. He walked slowly to Allison’s cabin. He lay on her bed and allowed the shock to take over. He was there for hours, just letting the salty tears of fury and sorrow flow.

On the deck of the deadly cruise Carraka observed George Michael. He sat alone by the railing’s edge, watching the water with a sweet smile on his face. Carraka hid the expression of hatred smoothly and approached him with two glasses of red wine in hand. Carraka sat down beside him and handed him a glass. He smiled and sipped the wine, instantly the poison set to work. He fell with a thump and became unconscious. Carraka knew he would never wake up again.

“I don’t like traitors.” Carraka spat the words in his unconscious face.

Imelda walked the steps up to the deck while singing her favorite song. One eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater. She almost skipped her way across the deck. It was too dark for her to see the catastrophe that had taken place on the other side of the deck. She sang with joy, she was so glad to be here with George Michael. She froze in place when she saw him unconscious on the floor. She saw the the phony tears trickling down Carraka’s cheeks. She said nothing instead she screamed. Her scream was high pitched and full of fear. She sank to the floor beside him and begged him uselessly to wake up. She knew he wouldn’t. Everyone gathered on the deck alarmed by her shrill scream. She took no notice. What was the point of living without him? Walking to the deck’s edge she attempted to climb over the short white railing like Allison had earlier that day. The menacing water roared with violent waves at night but Imelda did not have any fears anymore.

Crocolyle watched with amusement as Imelda tried to climb the railing. So he wouldn’t have to be a murderer after all. But then he saw the look of doubt flash across her face and panicked. What if she didn’t jump? She had betrayed him and Carraka when she had became a friend of George Michael who now lay dead on the floor. Crocolyle knew that he could thank Carraka for that. He had to do something before she changed her mind. So abandoning the crowd, Crocolyle ran and grabbed Imelda’s shoulder, he was about to push with all his strength when Imelda jumped back down from the railing on to the deck. Crocolyle spun around. What was she doing?

“It was you and Carraka! You two planned this!” Imelda yelled the look of sudden realization clear on her pale face.

“Of course not!” Crocolyle was a good liar. He would’ve convinced her if Imelda didn’t know him so well.

She lunged, throwing herself on him and wrestled him to the ground. Usually she was weak, but anger made her heart beat fast and her arms gain strength. She tried to choke him with her trembling hands but it wouldn’t work. Then she saw the glass of wine. The sweet smell of revenge hit her nostrils as she grabbed the glass and trickled its remains into his mouth. Crocolyle didn’t struggle for long. Soon enough he was gone, just like Allison, Angel and George Michael.

Imelda realized what she had done only too late. The people on the cruise ran around aimlessly, panic gripping them tight. They weren’t even aware that they only knew of one of the four deaths that had taken place on the cruise so far. Imelda placed her head in George Michael’s cold arms and cried. She cried with the sorrow that Jordan felt as he gripped the sides of Allison’s bed. She felt the pain that RD and TN felt as they held Angel’s cold hands. And Jordan, TN, RD, Imelda and Carraka all held their breath with the understanding that this wasn’t yet over.

[Carraka]

Yay! I'm alive! I'm absolutely amazed that I'm alive!

So, the theme is: cruise ship?

And...the alive:
Jordan
TN
Carraka
Meldi
Rafael Domination

Rest in Peace:
Crocolyle/Jonathan
Allison/Itchy
Angel/Lisha
GeorgeMichael (sorry)

Awesome job, Nyx! PM your actions to our narrator by Monday, Nov. 5th.

[Nyx]

Thanks, I know it wasn't that good but I only had one free hour to write and edit so it was the best I could do!:blush:

[Carraka]

Hmph. I liked it. So you better stop disagreeing with me, Nyx. I do have one question, though: Why is poor Georgie a traitor?

[Nyx]

He promised you he'd stay away from Imelda because you were afraid he'd hurt her but he didn't stay away he lied.

[Carraka]

o.O Complicated drama relationships!

Well, I've solved the problem. Killing solves everything.

This game has good morals.

[GeorgeMichael]

...this started already?...I'm dead... I thought I would know the day I dies :( It's an odd feeling, being dead and all and not knowing I was dead, people have been ignoring me lately, maybe it's because I'm not really here...Maybe I'm not really typing this and no one will be able to read it...No! I can't be dead, I'm not dead! Noooooooooooo! Is there anyone out there? Hey!Hey! Listen! Listen!!!! Don't leave me *Ama!!!!* please anybody! *Zing Grace!!!* why am I dead!!


...


and scene.

[Carraka]

I totally did not read hyper's post. Because it wasn't there. So I didn't read it.

You know--we might go into a third round. This is exciting. I didn't know people would actually join this game, you know?

[Nyx]

Why wouldn't people join? It's so fun!

[Rafael Domination]

Are you kidding! Grisly death has never been so much fun!

I applaud you!

(They should have a smiley for that :D)

[Carraka]

A smiley for grisly death? Or applause? You know, even if I never get a novel published, I'll be proud that I initiated this. xD

You need to ask the people who haven't joined to answer why they won't join. (Andy, Shaun, etc.) I don't understand it myself.

[Rafael Domination]

For both! :D

Maybe the grisly death smiley has a hockey mask on wielding a large machete, and the applause smiley, well, applauds! :D

So, I'm still alive, eh?

Well, bring it on!

[GeorgeMichael]

Fine, I'm dead? I accept it but survivors...(begin Italian accent) SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! [/italianaccent]

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That's right!:pirate::P

[Ichigo]

AHHH!
thats really creepy! I'm going on a cruise in Spring Break...
Well I'll just hope I stay happy till then.

Aww Nyx it's wonderful<3

[Carraka]

My sig says all.

o.O I just realized--this thread might overtake FLC for post count! Oh no! We must post at FLC instead! Or--I could form a Survival by Suicide club...

And we could make it our goal to have the highest post count on the forum. (: Or not. But if I made a club, would you guys join it?

EDIT: As long as you don't plan on committing suicide, Itchy, I think you'll be fine.

[Nyx]

Hey Carraka could we move the deadline over to wensday? Because I have a big project due then and I'm really not going to be able to take an hour or two to narrate before then...

[Carraka]

You can still postpone narrating after you receive all the PMs, you know.

[Imelda]

I'll bug our admins to join. ;) I have my ways of persuasion ...

AND HA! I LIIIIIIIVE! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! I knew someone'd try to kill me, I just thought it'd be Car ...

But I can live with killing Georgie instead. :p

[Carraka]

Waaait--I killed Georgie. You killed Jonathan/Lyle.

And I'll tell you all my reasoning, just to confuse you. Since I was the instigator of the game, I knew that people would want to kill me, but those people would also know that since I'm familiar with the game, I would commit suicide. So the best choice of action in their minds would be to ignore me and hope I wouldn't shoot them.

Secondly, if I were to shoot someone, I needed to shoot someone who wouldn't think that they were going to be shot. And people who are new to the game are normally like that, unless they already have a, um, piratey reputation.

And I would never shoot you, Imelda. Never, ever, ever. xDD Ever.

[Shadow]

Why do I always commit suicide over something Alley has done? :rolleyes: Anyway, I am still alive after a suicide attempt. And I murdered somebody. How nice for me. Will I live to kill again...? :devil:

[Crocolyle]

*is sad that he died*

[Ichigo]

It's okay Crocolyle, I'm dead too. BUT IT'S SO MUCH FUN!

[Shadow]

I have a good idea for a theme, but I'll probably die before I get to writing this. Time will tell...

[Carraka]

If I win, I'll give you the narration. So you should help me win. (: Somehow.

Okay. I shoot Meldi, you shoot TN, and then--if they shoot back--just kidding. Augh. Do you guys ever form alliances? I think forming alliances would be fun. Then we could backstab each other. Or actually remain loyal. Shocking, eh.

[Nyx]

I wonder who'll win.....-so tense-

[Carraka]

... It's not tense. I haven't PMed my action yet! Or have I ...?

[Nyx]

:O It is so very tense! how dare you say it's not -shock-

[Carraka]

I've PMed my action. It's tense now.

[Nyx]

Yep!
Wow this game is so fun...I can't wait until the next round!

[Ichigo]

I cna't wai tuntil the round after the next round....Cause then we'll all be back in it.

[Tncowgirl]

Wow, I lived :D

[Ichigo]

*pats TN on the back enthusiastically*
I'm cheering for YOU!

[Carraka]

-pats TN on back-

I'm cheering for you too! Because I didn't shoot you. XD Sooo yeah? -shuffles away-

[Shadow]

My death is imminent. Time to PM.

[Rafael Domination]

I'm a psychoooooo!

Come on! Someone kill me! I dare you! :D

[Carraka]

I have a very, very bad feeling about my action. I should write a new rule.

8b) When Carraka has a bad feeling about her action, she can resubmit it to the narrator, because she's awesome.

What about it? Yeah, I think I'll go add that.

[Imelda]

I PMed my action and then instantly changed my mind. :S

[Shadow]

Something I would probably do but haven't yet. :rolleyes:

[Carraka]

If I made a Survival by Suicide Club, would you guys join it?

[Shadow]

I would, but I don't see a need for one. We can discuss it plenty on here.

[Carraka]

Hmm--good point. Never mind, then.

[Imelda]

Yeah there's enough spam in this thread, I don't think you need another one ...

[Carraka]

Well, I wouldn't create a separate thread. We'd just have a club, and it would be on our profiles. Does one have to create a thread in the common room to form a club?

[Imelda]

*Shrug* I'm not in charge, DON'T ASK ME! :D I love this not-being-in-charge thing. I can spam. :cool:

[Carraka]

On the other hand, there is no real reason to create a club. I guess it would foster a sense of community (if there can be community when we're trying to kill each other) and it would look good on our profiles.

[Rafael Domination]

Wait...are we starting a new round? Do we have to PM again?

[Carraka]

Unless someone hasn't submitted their action yet, we're all waiting for Nyx's narration.

[Nyx]

Someone hasn't PMed yet I'll give it till tomorrow, I can't say who hasn't but please do if you haven't unless you actually want to shoot air...you know who you are;)
As I said before the chance of me getting a narration up before wed. is like 0.5% with my project due. So I'll probably write and post on wed. or thursday, I'm sorry that's the soonest I can:( Sorry to keep you waiting!

[Carraka]

It's all right. If you want, you can PM that person. I think I did that to Ichigo.

[Nyx]

Ok I'll do that:D

[Ichigo]

Yeah you did....I felt all bad afterwards....
I had totally forgot about it.

[Carraka]

You forgot?! That's it! I'm shooting you next game!

Kidding, kidding. I would have forgotten about it too, if I hadn't been um, the coordinator.

[Ichigo]

Ooooh....the "coordinator"!

Spiffy.
:smart:

[Shadow]

Coordinator? That sounds... awkward. Perhaps overlord would have been better. Wait, are there such things as overladies? :confused:

[Carraka]

Overlady ...

I control this game! I may not be the narrator, but I'm still behind the scenes, slashing the curtains. I shall live! I shall live!

[Nyx]

Hmm I don't see why not, Jordan:D

Anyways I have about one free hour today so I'll cram in writing so yay we'll finally see who gets to win, (i haven't actually checked who has won myself yet!). So yep that's basically all.

[Nyx]

Wow the ending of this round was completely unexpectable!
Here we go:

Jordan staid on the bed, his body numb and stiff. He heard the chaos on the deck but didn’t move, had they found out that Allison was missing, or were they staring at Angel’s cold body. What’s the worse it could be? He had murdered a girl and possibly caused the suicide of his best friend, his only real friend. And then there were TN and RD. What would they be doing right now? Jordan knew. And he sighed with resistance against his own mind. He didn’t want to think about that now. Think about what he knew they would do before they would come to get their revenge from him, they’d do what Angel had begged them to do for her if she ever did die. It was stupid having a wish for what your friends should do when you die when you were as young as Angel but it seemed that she had known best. Jordan would have to protect her, she wasn’t his friend, in fact she was the farthest from a friend but she was innocent and even with only knowing about two deaths that had passed that night on the cruise he knew that it was enough. Jordan stood up with too much effort; he groaned and straightened the sheets on Allison’s bed. If only I had helped her…

TN and RD had already left the medicine room. They had given up looking into Angel’s eyes and squeezing her cold hands, she wasn’t coming back. They had to fight the urge to run and find Jordan and push him off the cruise. Or to burn his body alive, to suffocate him with a pillow, there was so much they wanted to do him and they knew that none of it would bring their friend back. But really she wasn’t their friend, they didn’t miss her, they missed someone leading them and they missed having someone to follow. But they still did have one last order to follow: getting rid of the one who had hurt Angel the most, even more than Jordan. She was the one who had betrayed her, who had pretended to be her friend and then striked when her head was turned. The girl who had stolen her money and her boyfriend. But those things meant nothing compared to what she had done to Angel’s younger brother. The day he broke her heart, she had broken him in public. She had pushed him to the ground and pushed his head against the wall and laughed and he hadn’t resisted. Angel and watched and cried and had swore vengeance as her brother bled. And now TN and RD ran side by side up to deck ready to kill to please their leader who didn’t even exist anymore.

On the deck, the crowd had calmed. The running and the screaming was slowly coming to a stop. Tears were being shed and bodies were trembling in terror. A deadly silence followed as Imelda stood up and looked around the crowd, controlled fury visible in her eyes. She searched the crowd for Carraka and she knew she’d find her, after all they were on a moving cruise, how could she escape? The answer flashed in her mind as quickly as she had posed the question, liquor. Imelda had been Carraka’s friend long enough to know that she never looked a problem in the eye, she swerved around it instead and she took the easy way out. Imelda was in no hurry, Carraka would soon come to find her on the deck. So Imelda walked back to the cold body on the floor. She avoided the judgmental looks and placed her head in his arms once more and waited. She didn’t cry anymore, there was no use, he was gone and the only thing left to do was get revenge, revenge wasn’t sweet she knew that but it was satisfying even if for the shortest amount of time, the regret could come later.

Jordan was on the deck only a few seconds after TN and RD. He saw her in his arms and flinched. What had he been thinking? That was an obvious question and he laughed bitterly at his own stupidity. He had thought he wouldn’t be there, that he’d save her and he’d be the beloved hero. But she was in his arm and the message was clear: she didn’t need him anymore. She had used him just like she had used Angel’s brother just to get here: in his arms. But something was wrong and Jordan could feel the thickness in the air. Everyone was casting strange looks at her and backing away with frantic whispers. He walked around the crowd towards them, he wasn’t really sure why but then with terror he saw his ghostly eyes and realized that his body was too still. He was dead, he put the words together slowly and reluctantly, but wasn’t this what he had wanted? He walked to his side and looked down at Imelda, holding still in George Michael’s arms. He was about to say something when TN and RD charged.

Jordan stood still and confused while RD pushed off George Michael’s body and TN forced herself on Imelda. Compared to TN, Imelda looked fragile and too breakable. And no wonder, she had gone through enough to make anyone fall apart. But she wasn’t falling apart, Jordan watched in awe as she fought back. She was strong but not strong enough. Soon RD was helping TN and they were at Imelda’s throat. Jordan stepped forward to grab the knife that flashed silver in RD’s hands. His grip was firm on the handle when a sweet voice broke their concentration.
Carraka rocked and swayed like a light boat would in the furious waters. Laughing an extremely high pitched laugh.

“Whatch’all doin’? You ain’t fighting are you? There’s nothing to fight about anymore…no just keep lovin’ all around, the Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.”

Jordan, RD and TN were completely puzzled; they didn’t know what was going on. But Imelda was used to this; everytime Carraka needed to run away, alcohol was the answer. Imelda grabbed the knife from Jordan’s hands, he let go easily watching with his mouth still hanging half open. Imelda walked slowly towards Carraka, letting the fear sink into the crowd, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, there was no hurry at all.

“Whatch’a doing with the knife there Meldie?” Carraka’s words were slurred and her smile was sweet and innocent.

“I’m doing what you did to him.” Imelda jerked her fingers toward George Michael’s still body.

“But he had to die...” Carraka looked confused and the innocence never left her confused eyes. She really wasn’t aware that Imelda was going to kill her.

“So do you.” Imelda approached her and in one swift movement it was at Carraka’s throat.

Carraka wouldn’t have reacted except when she heard someone in the crowd yell, “She’s gonna kill the wasted one..” Something in her mind clicked and what was left of her instincts took Imelda by surprise. The knife was now at her throat but surprisingly Imelda didn’t resist. She had a new thought now: I’ll be with him when I die. So the knife sank into her throat and the rosy blood flowed. Few cried in the crowd and a few even fainted from the sight. But Carraka smiled easily, the alcohol obviously still holding its effect and she sang once more
“Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah...”

Jordan suddenly broke into sobs. Unbelievable he snapped in his own thoughts, I’m feeling remorse for the damn girl who used me? But he watched her slowly dying and he knew he had to do something. He ran to her side and pulled out the knife as gently as he could. He pulled of his jacket and held it against the cut. But of course it was too deep and the blood kept gushing out from the sides and her breath was slowing down. Slowly though he saw the flow of blood calming, maybe it would stop. As hope flashed in his eyes, rage flashed in TN’s and RD’s. They had assumed that they wouldn’t have to murder the girl when the crazy drunk had sunk the knife but the stupid boy was helping her! They walked towards him and glared with hungry eyes.

“Leave it Jordan. Saving her won’t make killing another girl any better.” RD stage whispered and waited while the crowd gasped.

“Make me.” Jordan looked angrily into his eyes.

RD pushed him to the floor and held him down. It was easy, Jordan was bony with little force and his strength was at its lowest that night. TN made sure Jordan was watching as she grabbed the knife again and pushed it deeper in Imelda’s throat. She didn’t do so much as flinch. Her body trembled for a few seconds and then all was still.

TN pulled the bloody knife out again and rolled it towards RD. He grabbed it despite Jordan’s struggling arms and got ready to kill. But Jordan simply laughed. What was there to live for? The best scenario if he survived would be that he’d end up like Carraka, singing drunk on a boat. No, no teenager could live a good life after all that. He may not be strong but he was smart. He grabbed the knife from RD and he let go when he saw what Jordan was about to do. He sunk the knife in his own chest and waited for the final minutes to end.

TN and RD didn’t know what to do now…was it all over? Could they really expect that the next three days on the cruise would pass by with no more…incidents? Well Carraka gave their answer.

“Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those

Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go” She sang with all her might and they had to admit she had nice voice even though the words were slurred.

[Tncowgirl]

Um, so there is two of us alive, I think, what happens now????

[Nyx]

Three of you actually. I think we go into a third round...am I right Carraka?

[Tncowgirl]

Whose alive???????

[Nyx]

You, RD and .... Carraka:D

[Tncowgirl]

wow, she never dies :D

[Carraka]

I REALLY AM THE OVERLADY!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!

Um, yes. We go into the next round. Which ends--Friday.

...I was a drunk overlady. Okay--so who did what?

Imelda -- shot me.
Rafael -- shot Imelda?
Me -- shot me (:
TN -- shot Imelda also?
Jordan -- committed suicide?

[Tncowgirl]

how are you still alive then. No you started to slit Melda's throat and I finished if off for you mwahahahahahhahahaha. But the rest is right, I think

[Carraka]

Imelda tried to kill me, and I tried to kill myself. And then the rest of you also killed Imelda. Lots of people killing Imelda! Funfunfun! xDDD

I don't know where those lyrics came from, though.

[Nyx]

hehe, yea don't know where the lyrics came from but I just imagined you'd be singing I guess that's a media inspired thing: a drunk person sining random irrelevant songs.
Wow it's going to be hard writing actions into the story now because absoloutley no enemies are left...so I shall create more:D

[Carraka]

You know, that makes sense? Sometimes I feel drunk, and I start singing random songs in a slurred voice. You're psychic! Aaaaaaah!!

Good luck with enemies. Chocolate cops -- heh heh.

[Nyx]

hm...maybe mr. bubble will suddenlt appear in the story? I'm not quite sure...

Oh wow I do have psychic powers, quick think of a number! actually I think that'll just prove that I don't so never mind!

[Carraka]

I would give you permission to use Mr. Bubble, but I think whatever happens ought to be cruise-ship related. Perhaps a different game can take place in BubbleWorld, where everyone is a pink bubble (but Imelda can be magenta).

I've thought of a number. xD What is it?

[Nyx]

2 345 625? Just kidding. How about 4?

[Carraka]

Close: 3. Three is my favorite number! Now--I've picked a new number. Guess again! xDD Just kidding--I have to write.

[Imelda]

But Imelda was used to this; everytime Carraka needed to run away, alcohol was the answer.

XDXDXDXD That made me laugh so hard. :D

Rafael and TN are for it next game, btw. *Glare*

[Tncowgirl]

:D Love ya Melda, but so do we send in our things now????????? Melda, it was nothing against you, I just take out random people, :D. Maybe I should start to get organized. Ya for organized crime.

[Rafael Domination]

There can only be one! :D :D :D :D :D :D

[Nyx]

:D Love ya Melda, but so do we send in our things now????????? Melda, it was nothing against you, I just take out random people, :D. Maybe I should start to get organized. Ya for organized crime.

Yep you can go ahead and send your action!

[Nyx]

Ok I've received all the actions, and there's a winner! The narration should be up tomorrow:)

[Nyx]

OK here's the narration:

Carraka was now sitting very still, her marathon of songs ending as the drinks began to wear off. The shock revealing itself as the truth struck her in the face. Shaking when seeing the body, and giving up. This had all been a plan to help Imelda in a long run, maybe not the greatest plan though. And so she was the only one left from their group of friends. But it was too late to change anything and reluctantly she stood up to search for more alcohol to ease her pain. Who knows maybe I’ll even start smoking, she shook her head at the thought.
TN and RD sat there on the deck for a while too. Thinking about all that had passed. As the crowd uneasily left for their cabins, all evidently too scared to sleep. But they weren’t serial killers, they had killed with purpose. RD was glad it was over. He wanted to get to the camp area and sleep for days and days by the ocean. To block out his memories of the trip and to never go back. However TN wasn’t as relieved. There was a look of madness in her eyes. As though she wasn’t satisfied with the quantity of deaths that had passed, as though she was waiting for more. RD told himself that he was imagining this, who would want more?
“Glad it’s over, right?” RD muttered casually.
TN glared at him, her eyes glinting with disappointment, “It’s over? That’s it?” she demanded.
“What more would there be?”
“Well, the way I see it, they were two battles today. One was ours and one was Carraka’s. We each won our own, but we have to win the overall.”
RD looked at her like she had said the most idiotic thing ever, “The overall? You want to kill Carraka too?”
“We will.”
“No we won’t! I’ve had enough!” RD shouted. His face was red with fury, his hands shaking as well. His expression was full of disbelief.
“I’ll do it on my own.”
“Not if I stop you.”
“But we’re a team, why would you hurt me?”
“You’re a killer. Don’t you see that? There’s no reason to hurt Carraka and far less reason to murder her! But you want this, you like killing.”
“And so what if I do? We’re no longer bossed around by Angel, we might as well enjoy our freedom.”
“Enjoy? How awful a thing to say…” he half whispered with disgust.
It didn’t matter though because TN was already gone. She was looking for Carraka, an innocent and irrelevant victim. Someone to kill for the sake of killing. She ran to the last level of the cruise where the stock of alcohol was kept. She hoped that Carraka would be drunk again, it would make the murder that much more fun. But she knew that was all pretence; there was another reason for why she needed to kill Carraka. She needed blood and fast. She couldn’t have drunk the others’ blood because RD had been there and many more witnesses but if she killed Carraka she’d be alone. She’d drain her of her blood. Usually she didn’t get thirsty so often but seeing all the blood in the past few hours, the smell greeting her nostrils, it had been too much. She walked into the storage room and found Carraka about to open a bottle of beer.
Carraka dropped the bottle. She hadn’t heard anyone coming. Carraka glanced at TN and sighed when she realized that it wasn’t anyone important. Picking up another glass bottle, she popped the top open and was about to sip when…
Carraka froze in horror. TN pulled back her lips in a snarl and revealed her sharp fangs. Her eyes flashed yellow, with a hungry look. She leaped, pushing Carraka into the rows of glass bottles. The glass shattered, the pieces dug into Carraka’s sides. Resisting against TN was no use. TN knew she had no time to waste, RD would come looking for her and she couldn’t let him see what she truly was. Digging her teeth into Carraka’s arms was easy, she began to drink.
RD watched with remorse. How had he not noticed with so many years of being by her side? The way she always spoke of killing like a game, the way she smiled when she smelled blood. How she flinched when she touched blood and the look of painful resistance in her face. But the killings had broken her will, she couldn’t stop herself from being thirsty anymore. And RD knew that if he let her live, she would kill more and more just to satisfy her thirst. RD would miss her greatly; he would lose all he knew in one day. But one friend verses the hundreds of people on the cruise, the choice was evident. RD grabbed a broken glass bottle that had rolled to the doorway and charged. TN turned back only too late, the glass created contact with her once beating heart and she was gone. RD, not knowing what to do, grabbed TN’s body and pulled her to his cabin. He placed the immobile corpse on his bed and left his cabin. He locked the door behind him and prayed to never have to go back.
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Ok so RD is the winner! Congrats. :D

[Carraka]

Aw, man! I knew I should have committed suicide! So--registration is upon for Game Three! Do you want to narrate, Rafael?

[Nyx]

I'm totally in! I missed the game while I was narrating.

[Imelda]

I'm in, I'm in, I'm in! :D

[GeorgeMichael]

Me tooo!!!! finally,this time I know what to do and I will not die!!!! :)

Hopefully...

[Shadow]

I'm in, once again. So far, I've died in the second rounds. *considers new strategy*

[Carraka]

All of you are added. (: Imelda, did you say something about convincing our mods?

[Imelda]

Oh yeah. :pirate:

*Puts on sweetest smile*

Oh Aaaaaaandreeeeewwwwwwww!

[GeorgeMichael]

lol, so when do we mail in our actions? I want to be ready this time so I don't just sit here and get shot like a duck.



P.S I can't believe I'm on a site where I have more posts than Imelda!!! now I just need to learn perfect grammar and correct everyone else's and I'm good :P

[Carraka]

Well, you may want to wait until everyone has signed up, so you know exactly who can kill you you can kill.

Edit: Also, Rafael hasn't agreed to narrate yet, so you can't flood his inbox with actions.

[Imelda]

You know, Georgie Porgie, there was a time when I wasn't the highest poster on TW. And I was still (in)famous. :p

[Shadow]

I am the highest spammer on this site. Despise Bow down to me! :P

[Carraka]

I am the second highest spammer, and I am only fifty posts behind! Just you wait! I'll catch up to you some daaaay!!

[Shadow]

Good luck, Carr. I'm much more immature, random and naive than you, so I'll always be highest. :P

[GeorgeMichael]

I have the highest post per day count!!! (Do I? I never really checked anyone else's I just know that I have like 28 per day or something.

[Nyx]

So Rafeal hasn't agreed to narrate yet?
-tense-

Who will narrate if he doesn't want to do it?

[Carraka]

If Raffy doesn't want to, then he can choose another narrator. If he doesn't want to do that, then all the power comes to me, because I am the overlady, and I say so. Then, either I narrate, or I choose someone else. xD

[Nyx]

Oh I see. -bows to overlady- :D

[Carraka]

Power is intoxicating. Perhaps I should even decree:

If Rafael does not step up to narrate/choose someone else to narrate by the time I go to bed, I automatically become narrator.

-goes to bed-

XDD

[GeorgeMichael]

I saw the XDD but did you mean it? I'm slow... Are you narrator now or are we actually waiting for a while...

[Carraka]

Yup! I'm narrator now!

-dances-

Oh no! Now that I've posted, I'm obviously not in bed yet!

-dashes off-

No, no, we'll wait for Raffy. I'm a nice overlady. But if he hasn't responded by, say, Monday evening, I will be forced to take drastic action.

[Nyx]

Drastic action? -hides Rafeal- ;)

[Carraka]

-blink-

You don't want him to be narrator? Or is that you want to watch me 'take drastic action'?

[GeorgeMichael]

I just don't think she wants him to be hurt.

[Nyx]

I was just kidding, of course I want him to be narrator.

[Carraka]

I wouldn't kill Rafael ....

In fact, only moderators can take drastic action. Therefore--I MUST BECOME A MODERATOR!!! Mooohahahahahahhaa!

[Nyx]

I wouldn't kill Rafael ....




Or would you? -gets out magnifying glass- -begins to investigate-

[Carraka]

There's nothing to investigate, dear Nyx. All evidence points to the fact that I am a pacifist; I have never stabbed anyone or anything in my life.

[Nyx]

-sighs- -puts away magnifying glass-

That's too bad...I really liked my role as a detective. Well if you do happen to need one one day, give me a call. ;)

[Rafael Domination]

Eh? What just happened here?

I'm busy for a couple of days and Car's already trying to cause my downfall? :D

Naughty boy.


Car can be narrator if he wants. I really just want to shoot someone.

[Shadow]

Gah! I had the faintest hope you'd let me. But I was just being wishful. :D

[Carraka]

-gives narrating role to Jordan-

As I promised, so many centuries years weeks ago. Now tell me what the theme is.

[Nyx]

Oh wow this is pathetic but....I didn't know carraka was a guy...:blush:

[Carraka]

-slaps forehead-

Someone else explain. And now the list lengthens to four!

[Nyx]

what?

[GeorgeMichael]

Yeah I'll admit at first I thought she was a girl as well, I mean he was a boy. No I thought he was a girl, but it turns out that she is indeed a boy. :)

[Shadow]

She's not a guy. It's just you know like... one of those jokes. :rolleyes:

Thanks, Carraka! The theme will be revealed when I post the story, if you allow me. :)

[Carraka]

-cries-

Hyper, I think you will make it 4 and 1/2.

Edit: How about, as a gesture of gratitude, you PM me the theme in private?

[Nyx]

what are you serious because this is confusing and I can't tell if you're serious or not -sighs at my own stupidity-

[Rafael Domination]

Hah! I got your name right!

Please take that as a sign of goodwill not to mess up the votes. ;D

[Carraka]

Raff--who are you talking to? (In the post above.)

[Rafael Domination]

You! If you're the narrator...

[Carraka]

But I'm not the narrator. Jordan is. Plus, haven't you always known my name?

[Rafael Domination]

No! I mean I knew your name was a masculine name!

And Jordan! Good luck on the narrations!

[Carraka]

...

Right.

This is fun!

You know, Carraka was supposed to be a genderless name, but the first time I ever posted under this pseudonym (on Andrew's blog), everyone assumed I was female.

[GeorgeMichael]

4 and 1/2? I don't get it.

So do we PM our actions to Jordan now?

it's either

I shoot so and so

or

I shoot myself right?

[Carraka]

Or you can shoot the air. You can PM your actions to Jordan now, but you wouldn't be able to shoot people that join after your PM. I myself am going to wait.

I've set the end registration for next Friday. Any dissenters?

[Shadow]

Is the end of registration when I post the story?

[Carraka]

No. The round ends two days after the end registration. However, you can post an 'intro' to the story on that day, or whenever you want.

[GeorgeMichael]

Ok I sent in my actions... I'm a very impatient person.

[Shadow]

Ok, I'll write a very small plan for it until then.

[Carraka]

Did you shoot me in revenge? xD

[Nyx]

:confused:...

Right.

This is fun!

You know, Carraka was supposed to be a genderless name, but the first time I ever posted under this pseudonym (on Andrew's blog), everyone assumed I was female.

ah gee I still don't get it -hits head against table- either I'm missing something or I am completely stupid but someone please clarify: Carraka is a guy? or no?:confused:

[Guessed]

I'll board the ship of Playing This Game. :D

Except I don't know who to message my action to... Carraka? Well, I'll edit this post once I alleviate my ignorance.

[GeorgeMichael]

No send it to Shadow.


I would never shoot you Car, you introduced me to the game.

[Carraka]

I would never shoot you Car, you introduced me to the game.

So you admit it!! -shoots you back-

[GeorgeMichael]

??? what?

[Carraka]

??? what?

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about! You shot me! And I shot you back! Now we're both dead!

EDIT: In retrospect, that means I should have committed suicide. Ah well.

[GeorgeMichael]

you want me to shoot you?

[Carraka]

No, you got it all wrong. You've already sent your action, and as your action, you shot me.

Then, I sent my action, and I shot you. Therefore, we're both dead now.

[GeorgeMichael]

but I haven't sent my action yet...did you shoot me? So now if I send it to shadow and say that I shoot myself does that mean that you die and not me?

[Carraka]

...

Ignore everything I just said. I didn't shoot you.

[GeorgeMichael]

... now I'm confused... I'm scared now I don't know what to do...I think I'll wait until other people join before I send my action.

[Carraka]

An excellent plan! I shall do the same!

xD

[GeorgeMichael]

ok, so you haven't shot me... good. Then I will wait and be happy while watching Wizard of Oz and writing the next chapter of my story.

[angelxfalls]

I'm really confuzed. I've known Carraka for 4 years in real life now, and thought she was a girl. Now I visit this thread and everyone is telling me she is a guy ._O

But anyways, when should I send in my action and to who? I just kinda skimmed the past 10ish pages I hadn't read while forgetting about this thread.

[GeorgeMichael]

PM your action to Shadow.

Four years? wow, wonder what he'll say to that

[Tncowgirl]

I'm in the next game who is the narrator (sp), I've been out of it and didn't notice it had been moving on :P>

[GeorgeMichael]

Shadow

[Imelda]

Car is a girl!

Yeesh. :p

I'm going to wait to PM my action ...

[Guessed]

It's odd to join a forum and immediately attempt homicide. ^^
Or suicide, as it may be.
We'll just have to wait and see. :D

Whenever I’m on a forum, I feel paranoid that I’ll make some horrible mistakes, and as a result of that I tend to fumble up rules, instructions, etc. So if I somehow managed to screw this game up, sorry. I know it’s a simple game – but my thought processes aren’t rational.

[Nyx]

Car is a girl!

Yeesh. :p

I'm going to wait to PM my action ...

see that's what I thought except everyone confused me -stares accusingly- and my brain isn't powerful enough to handle confusion -hits forehead-

And yea I think I'm going to wait until after the registeration date.

[GeorgeMichael]

Question!!!


If I shoot in the air and then get shot do I die? Or is it like the rules say and nothing happens. Does that mean if I shoot the air I can't die???

[Carraka]

If you shoot in the air and get shot, you die.

Do other people think that rule was confusing also?

[Nyx]

If you shoot in the air and get shot, you die.

Do other people think that rule was confusing also?

nope, not really.

[GeorgeMichael]

Oh fine, I'm the only dumb one here...

[Nyx]

Oh fine, I'm the only dumb one here...

well if it's any reassurance the Carraka girl/guy thing still confused me -scratches head is stupid way-

[GeorgeMichael]

one of life's great mysteries