It's definitly not Day 1 anymore. Sorry to intrude on the thread, but I'd just like to say that it would be great if the first post could be editted and the title changed so that people know there is a new day/night/whatever. So whoever is running this thing, please edit your first post when you change from day to night.
So I've gone completely slack-ass and haven't done any work on creating games. =(
In less-depressing news, I got a job for an online business (which sells non-electronic games, of all things!) which has taught me a lot about marketing online and all that jazz.
Sorry for any confusion, guys. I'll remember to change the topic name in the future. No penalties this time.
But now...
Chapter 4
The group of tourists stepped into the hotel's game room.
The Grand Mansion Hotel's game room had all of the facilities, it seemed. There were several tables equipped with decks of cards, a craps table, a very large television, and even a couple of video game systems next to two smaller televisions. There was a bar also, with many bottles of alcohol behind the counter. There were also two billiards tables, each in perfect condition.
But the group noticed first that this room had electrical light.
Long fluorescents stretched the length of the room, illuminating the room entirely. The group had to cover their eyes at the seemingly bright lights that replaced the dim twilight of candles.
"Wow! Real light!" exclaimed ddrruler in happiness.
Many of them were ecstatic at the escape from candlelight, but M-A-C looked a bit skeptical. "Can anybody tell me WHY the kitchen connects to the game room and not the dining room or something?"
The group stopped their celebrating and looked at him, puzzlement beginning to dawn in their eyes. JurseyRider went up to the door they had just come through and opened it.
It opened on a blank stretch of wall identical to the wall around it.
"I guess there's no going back," said Afrobean grimly. "We'll just have to press on ahead. Everybody, see if you can find another door out of here, and... watch your step."
Everyone looked, with no horrible accidents, but there was no door to be found. "Well, then, I guess we're staying here for a while," commented Chromer. The group started to relax. After all, they couldn't go anywhere, so there was no use wondering about what to do next.
"Let's play games," suggested DDRadicted. "That'll help keep our minds off of what's going on. It'll keep morale up, you know?"
"Good idea," agreed M-A-C. "Even though this may not be the most appropriate time, there's nothing else to do."
The group quickly spread throughout the room, checking out the different things. Several people went to each facility, and the room was soon full of the careless chatter of tourists.
Deltro and Gamepro were at one of the billiards tables. They were playing a fine game, with many successful shots. Finally, they were down to the black 8-ball.
"Eight ball, corner pocket," said Gamepro as he deftly maneuvered his cue stick into position. He took careful aim. Deltro stood at the other side of the table, eyes intent on the ball. Gamepro's cue stick nailed the center of the white ball.
It looked like a very good shot. The eight-ball shot towards the corner pocket. Just then, everybody felt a surge of intangible power coming from somewhere near the billiards table. Everybody turned to look.
The eight ball missed the pocket by several centimeters. The force Gamepro had hit it with caused the ball to go ricocheting off of the side of the table and hit the ceiling. Deltro moved aside to avoid being hit.
When the eight ball came crashing down to the floor, it did not make a harsh ceramic thud, as it should have. It instead bounced off the floor, hit the ceiling again, put a dent in one of the walls, and neatly rammed itself right into the middle of deltro's forehead. He dropped instantly.
"What the hell?" shouted Afrobean as the whole group rushed to deltro's side. They could see in an instant that he was clearly dead.
Everyone turned to Gamepro. "I didn't mean to do that," he said, ashen-faced.
"He's right," said Chromer. "It wasn't necessarily his fault. There's no way that he could have made that ball bounce up like it did."
"I suspect there are still spirits among us," decided ddrruler. "I'll bet a ghost could have made the ball do that thing it just did."
"I agree," said Afrobean. "We need to get rid of the spirits. We're voting again."
Day 3 ends at 4:30 PST on Thursday, December 6. Only 5 votes to instalynch this time, guys, so be careful.
As promise, here is my post as it was before the edit:
Originally posted by On accident, I
Ok, I was really hoping we'd be done now. Sorry to any we've lynch'd that weren't wolves.
Since the pointing of fingers is going slowly, I think I will. ddrruler was really pushing for us all to vote kibbel in the chat yesterday. Even after the evidence was suggested that maybe kibbel was a human with a special job, ddrruler STILL pushed for the lynch. He even seemed to be personally offended when I tried to slow the lynching by changing my vote, even though it was too late.
I'm going to give ddrruler some time to respond to this. I'm not going to vote yet... I've discovered what hasty voting causes; the death of a possible human.
Sorry, dude, but I really believe you're a wolf.
Again, sorry for not letting you know of my suspicions of you.
I say Gamepro because even thoguh he said he didn't mean to do it, it could have been an assassination on Deltro because he knew something important about Gamepro.
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