Thunder crashes as lightning brightens the night sky. Rain comes crashing down on the group of people waiting at the pier. A lone light comes bobbing up to the dock. The man steering the boat slows it to a crawl next to the dock and quickly ushers the group of 10 onto the boat. With everyone on and seated, the man starts the boat toward a lone island in the distance. No one speaks during the choppy ride to the island. After an intense twenty minutes, the boat finally comes to a stop on the island. All of the members gather their belongings and make their way to the large house up the hill.
Everyone makes their way into the dining room where they find that the table is set for ten. Some notice that there are name cards placed on plates and quickly they find their seats. An old man, 75 years in age, enters the dining room, pushing a cart full of food. He introduces himself as Cedolad. He takes care of the house while the owner is away for business. He serves dinner to all the guests and leaves for the kitchen. Everyone starts on their meal, enjoying the steak prepared for them. A few make small talk, but nothing of importance.
Cedo returns after everyone has finished their meal and tells everyone to make their way to the living room and enjoy a drink before going to bed for the night. The group leaves the dining room and makes their way into the living room. DarkManticore notices a tray on the bar. On that tray, there sit 10 wooden Indians sitting in a circle. He hands drinks to everyone and takes one for himself. He turned to sit down when they all hear a speaker click on, followed by a voice which had this to say.
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 were eight.
Eight little Soldier Boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay 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 bumblebee 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 little Soldier Boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
The speaker went dead and everyone simply sat in their seat, open mouthed and staring around the room. No one knew what to say.
J-rodd was the first to say anything. "What the hell was that?"
Bynary replied, "I have no clue. That was freaky."
-Crash-
The sound of shattering glass startled the guests. They all turned to look at where the sound had come from. Sitting in a recliner, foam dripping from his
mouth, shattered beer bottle next to him was Zoshi.
Manticore made his way across the room and pressed his fingers against his throat. He turned to look at the group of people, a shocked expression on his face. "He's dead"
This is the end of night 1.
Zoshi has died. You have until Wednesday at 10pm EST.
1) j-rodd123 (jarrodpsutka@hotmail.com)
2) Cedolad (cedoladtwg)
3) BOSS_pjpaveloffga (Pjpaveloff)
4) rzr (astickytree)
5) Bynary Fission (BynaryFission)
6) travman301 (Rbennie362)
7) Krauthammer (nflorezrojas@gmail.com)
8) Zoshi (Zoshi.is.cool@gmail.com)
9) Syhto (amanetora)
10) Sage of the Forest (?)
11) DarkManticoreX2 (DarkManticoreX2)