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[Keil]

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
 
The Sexy Yacht Party of Death

A rich and eccentric playboy trillionaire has kidnapped four civilians and four lunatic murderers, drugged them, and set all of them afloat a floating yacht laced with satin, silk, and squirt bottles of lube in every room. Well, ignore the weird dude. He's not important. What's important is that four civilians has been put into an enclosed space with four lunatic murderers. These four convicted criminals are most homicidal during a red moon and in October, a red moon happens every Saturday. Otherwise they are indistinguishable from the average human being. Which four are which, you ask? What fun would that be if I told you.
 
Introduction Stories:

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Introduction:

Eight unfortunate souls woke in separate wooden rooms that smelt of fresh paint and salt. They felt around their necks for something odd: a spiked silver leather collar with blinking red and green lights. Kinky. They grunted and moaned but the collar never budged from their napes. Giving up, they instead observed the room they're in: a red plush heart-shaped bed, a light dimmer by the bedside and door, a few toys in the drawers, and a shelf neatly displaying everything you would need for a heated moment ranging from a chocolate fondue machine to what appears to be harness of some sort. Oh, it attaches to the ceiling. Good to know.

As the passengers leave for the door, they noticed an envelop with an impression of bulbous lips on the wax seal. They flipped the flap open and read:

You have been equipped with explosive collars. You will now be the players of my sexy yacht party of death. One rule? Survive until the end. Don't get killed by anyone before the boat docks back at land. Oh and there's a bunch of other rules too. I should mention those. Breaking any of the following rules will set the bomb off in your collar. Unless you don't like keeping a fine head on top of your shoulders, I suggest following them.

1. All passengers may not separate yourself from the boat for more than 20m, radially
2. Only one murder may occur per week, with each new week starting on a Sunday. Additional murders will result in the following killer's detonation.
3. The killer may not dump their victim's body into the water.
4. The corpse of the victim may only be dumped into the water when two or more passengers uninvolved witnessed the corpse.
5. If five or more passengers remain alive by the end of the voyage, everyone's collars will detonate.

 

Good luck and enjoy this very sexy voyage.

Signed, The Captain

 

Your Involvement:

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One day, you received a weird package from a certain Captain. You opened the cardboard box to find a small module. It looks like that Wii U controller/screen/leapfrogpagthingy. It looked like a panel. Let's call it a panel. It has two huge buttons, each huge and labeled Interrogate, and Vote. Out of curiosity, you Interrogate jump and a bouncy blue icon appeared and started babbling:

"My name is Captain of the Sexy Yacht Party of Death, or Captain for short."

You seemed unphased and unamused and maybe even disappoint.

"Let's cut to the chase. I love seeing people murder the crap out of each other."

Now your curiosity has been piqued.

"I need you to play in my game and vote for some killers to be killed or else."

Or else what?

"I'll leak out your pornographic and fetish web browsing history to the world."

Jokes on you, I use Incognito mode.

"Oh, and incognito mode didn't help."

Fuck.

 
The Cast:

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MISSILE - DEAD
Personal Data: Top Innovator of Pineapple Inc., 25. Recently discovered the joys of Go-Karting.
"You can call me Missile I live somewhere in the middle of the pacific, exact location TBD, I'm "old" in terms of actually playing neopets (mid-twenties).. I like neopets.com, my privacy, sarcasm and telling stories but being completely vague on the details because I'm cool like that :3 Oh and coffee is my drug of choice :x3:So HI! Let's be friends "
Strengths: Energy, Thoughtfulness, Knife-Handling, Dieting. Weaknesses: Too Caring, Coffee, Bees?

YAM - DEAD
Personal Data: Matron to the children of the heirs of New Kingdomia, 28. Recently explored new-age recipes.
"Hey everyone how are you?
I am Yam and I am new to this boat community. I look forward to getting to know you all much better.
Olde referred me to this site and has helped me learn the ropes for the most part. Happy to be here."
Strengths: Healthy Living, Wisdom, Deadly Poisons, Strong-Willed. Weaknesses: Ticking Time Bombs, Too Curious, Allergies

SIGNOR AMANTE
Personal Data: Lawyer, 28. Recently won a year supply of favorite liquor from unknown sources.
"I love that drinking on the job IS my job
Got pretty high and wrote a poem, might try to make this a habit lol
New sandwich: bread, pesto, pepperjack cheese, ham, turkey, baby spinach, sliced strawberries, roasted red peppers"
Strengths: Literary-Inclined, Gourmet Tastes, Mind Games, Sports. Weaknesses: Swift Movements, Ovethinks, Mornings

AUGURY
Personal Data: High Roller Stock Market Gambler, 26. Recently in a gambling slump.
"I typically bet the maximum.
Mine is definitely being hit or miss, so I'm not counting on doing too much on the site today.
I've had no luck all evening."
Strengths: High Reward, Statistics, Foresight, Sports. Weaknesses: Stealth, Takes High Risks, Thunderstorms

MR ROOMY - DEAD
Personal Data: Black Market Trader, 20. Recently stuck in a shady deal.
"Anyone knowledgeable on how to get into trading UC pets?
Excellent trade. As soon as available the transaction was completed.
Prompt in all parts of Transaction. Honest."
Strengths: Self-Motivated, Research Techniques, Connections, Bartering. Weaknesses: Underwater Traps, Social-ability, Mice

EVEN - DEAD
Personal Data: Army Soldier, 27. Recently on Standby until further notice.
"Attempting to grocery shop with civilians for the first time in ~3 years. Hopefully this will be a better experience than on base
Active shooter on base and we've been on lockdown since 11 this morning..apparently there's only 5 more hours to go.
I'm so happy I can control my drunkenness and not act like an idiot."
Strengths: Muscle, Physical Endurance, Personal Weaponry, Reflex. Weaknesses: Flash Fire, Cute Dogs, Focus

CARBO
Personal Data: Music Student, 17. Recently grew bored of the cello, surprisingly enough. Now interested in microbiology.
"Cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello kazoo."
Strengths: Persistence, Resilience, Bio Warfare, Vocal. Weaknesses: Lasers, Callous, Cellos Loud Sounds.,

(Translator's Notes: What he said is so mind-numbing that I just can't be bothered to translate. Try again later)

HYMN - DEAD
Personal Data: Corporate Manager, 29. Recently awarded national acclaim in her field.
"This is why I think we need project managers, or at the very least team leaders to direct people in what to do and have primary responsibility for overseeing the project and reporting the progress and needs of the people working on it to other teams and/or staff members. The point in this is to do what we can without being on staff. I like the way you work it."
Strengths: Motivator, Rallier, Sniper, Charismatic. Weaknesses: A Pit of Alligators, Rigidly Ignorant People, Ladders

 

Spoiler

 
Goal:

To end the voyage with all murderers of the voyage dead.
To Win: To conclude the event with the most amount of points.

What you actually do:

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For three weeks you will Interrogate and Vote.

Interrogate:
Each week from Monday 12:00 AM PST/NST/FRT to Tuesday 11:59 PM PST/NST/FRT, you may ask a maximum of two question per week concerning anything related the voyage from amenities, rumors, favorite position, and murders. Both questions may be directed to one person or split between two as long as the recipients are alive. The actual questions may be the same if asked to two different people. Post your questions in this thread. You may only interrogate living passengers.

The passengers will respond to the questions throughout the week before the next murder.

Vote:
Each week from Wednesday AM PST/NST/FRT to Saturday 11:59 PM PST/NST/FRT, you must vote on someone to be killed. Sounds twisted. doesn't it? Don't worry, you won't do the actual killing. Whenever you vote, the data gets sent to the yacht for all the passengers to see. Who knows? When Saturday rolls around, the person with the most votes might get sen to Davy Jone's locker. You can only hope. If you're super frisky, add a method of murder available to the ship. Giving those lunatics an idea might get interesting. Post all votes on the thread. You may only vote for living passengers.

On the last week, there is a special final vote is due, however the final vote can be sent anytime. We do not want any murderers going back to the mainland. We want them executed. The last vote will be sent to a team of snipers to eliminate the remaining trash. You want as many civilians to return safely. This vote must be PMed to Keil.

Here's a lazy schedule:

Points (PTS) System:

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1 PTS per question asked during the interrogation periods. Max 2 PTS per week.
2 PTS per vote per week during the voting periods. Max 2 PTS per week.
1 PTS per method of murder suggestion during voting periods. Max 1 PTS per week.
5 PTS submitting FINAL ANSWER, regardless if correct or wrong.
5 PTS submitting FINAL ANSWER with correct answer.


MAXIMUM PTS: 22

In the case of a tie, the person who submits their final answer earlier will gain the advantage.

Prizes:

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Top 33% of all scoring participants at the completion of this event will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Champ award!

 
All other scoring participants with a minimum of one point will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Participant award!

 
Both awards credit to @Liesa !
 

Lot #1

Ghostkerbomb

(Bought directly from the Hidden Tower with ABed Neopoints)

Donated by Keil

 

Lot #2

Royal Paint Brush

(Bought directly from the Hidden Tower with ABed Neopoints)

Donated by Keil

 

Lot #3

Royal Paint Brush

(Bought directly from the Hidden Tower with ABed Neopoints)

Donated by Keil

 

PM me to donate prizes (avoid duped items, please)

 

The Winners are:

1st Place @Kord

2nd Place @Psyduck

3rd Place @nitro

 
In descending order order, please PM Keil to receive your prize.
 

Congratulations!

 

Congratulations to All Participants!

 

The top 8 participants will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Champ award

All participants will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Participant away.

Thanks @Liesa for making them!

 

Score card and Placements

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Download the excel sheet with all the point breakdowns for data here.

Kord
19

Psyduck
18

Nitro
17

@Floofy
16

@Prisca
13

@Napiform
13

@Halcyon
13

@Swarley
11

@Michaelhex
11

@Adam
7

@DonValentino
6

@Liesa
6

@Speedracer
6

@Fanged
5

@baswick
5

@Shisha
5

@Bee
4

@Nymh
4

@Honey
3

@arcanum
2

@Outsider
2

@Grant
2

@Blessing4u2
2

@Oninna
1

Epilogue

 
The boat docked at Grand City Harbor surrounded by steel warehouses, storage crates, and huge mechanical cranes. Signor Amante hopped off the safety railing and jumped headfirst into the murky, oil-tinted water. After a thick, bubbling splash, he resurfaced and found his collar nowhere to be found. He looked back up on the yacht and saw both Carbo and Augury waving their collars in the air.
 
After all three set foot on cold, broken concrete, they looked back at the boat that terrorized their life for the past month. Conveniently for all of them, none of them are very sentimental so they moved on without a second thought.
 
Carbo waved goodbye and Signor Amante returned the gesture. As Carbo turned away, Augury shot his pistol right into Carbo’s heart, instantly killing him.
 
Signor Amante was shocked and couldn’t speak.
 
“I’ll make this simple and quick. I’m the Captain of this Yacht.”
 
Signor Amante was still frozen. Augury continued.
 
“The yacht’s purpose was to—” Augury was interrupted by the sharp pain in his lower back. He looks down and sees the tip of knife protruding out of his stomach. Augury collapsed with a thud.
 
Behind him was a young man. He was feeble in stature with no signs of growing facial hair except for his prepubescent moustache. He looks at Signor Amante for a second and uttered the following:
 
“I’m Keil. You are just a parody of a real person who frequents a game cheating website mainly for a children’s web browsing inside a hastily made murder mystery weekly plot that is composed of 80% bullshit. You don’t exist. Bye.”
 
With that, the mysterious man threw a smoke bomb at the floor, but when the smoke cleared, Keil was still in the same spot. There was an awkward silence. The two walked towards different directions, avoiding eye contact.
 

The End.

 

Hidden Stories Revealed

Murder #1: Hang on Little Kitty

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Victim: Missile
Murderer: Hymn
Cause of Death: Intracranial hemorrhage (internal bleeding in the skull)
Weapon: Chopping Block
Incriminating Clue: The vomit footprints in storage room only tracked towards the door. There were no signs of someone entering the room after the vomit.
 
Being drunk, the Lunacy Infection, and the irritating blather of Missile was a terrible combination for Hymn. She couldn’t stand it all and staggered to her room but ended up at the supply closet. She felt an extra dizzy spell and vomited all over the floor and passed out. She wakened several hours with and intention to kill someone with rope. She probably would have killed anyone awake at that time. She first went to the bar on the deck. No one was there. Even already ran to his room to vomit in the restroom. Hymn rode down the elevating into the kitchen below and found someone. Since Missile drank coffee, she was awake and alert. Hymn encountered Missile in the kitchen while the victim was brewing yet another pot of coffee. At that point, Hymn clobbered Missile’s head, instantly killing her. Instead of going back up the elevator, she exited the kitchen and went up the stairs to the deck to get her rope. She entered the ballroom and fed the rope close to the kitchen’s porthole window below. She rode the elevator down again. In the kitchen, she grabbed the dangling end of the rope and began tying it around Missile’s neck, making it look like Missile was hung. Hymn once again left the kitchen using the exit instead of the elevator. This time she took the chopping board with her. She went back to the ballroom’s elevator. She tied the free end to the chopping block and rode down the elevator. As she descended into the kitchen, Missile’s body was pulled out of the kitchen by the rope, into the porthole window, and onto the side of the ship. When Hymn arrived at the kitchen, she closed the elevator door with the chopping block still inside, to ensure that the body would stay above water and make it look like it was suicide. She washed her shoes in the sink and went to her room before Signor Amante discovered the body.

Murder #2: Trade Gone Wrong

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Victim: Mr Roomy
Murderer: Hymn
Cause of Death: Blood Loss
Murder Weapon: The Knife
Incriminating Clue: Insisting the murder was at 11PM although she was never in the kitchen. She did walk around at 11PM to see everyone at their respective places, but didn’t actually commit the murder an hour later and didn’t regroup with Yam afterwards for a while. The events said in the mini story introducing Mr Roomy’s death was spread apart by huge chunks of time with the actual murder hidden
 
For being a very observant person, Yam figured out the killer in Case #1 very easily. She approached Hymn earlier the week to threaten her to obey her or be ratted out. In fear of retribution for her impulsive actions, she obeyed Yam’s every whim, even to plotting murder.  Hymn and Yam quietly stole all the clocks except for two: the clock on the microwave and the monitor in the computer lab. Earlier that night, Augury made microwave Chicken Parmesian and set the kitchen in smoke. He pulled out his burnt dinner with 11 minutes and 3 seconds left on the time. Hymn and Yam took advantage of this. They both wanted it to seem like the murder was impossible because their collars would detonate if they killed a second person before the next week. If the person was killed at an impossible time, neither of them would be suspected. The first murder occurred early Sunday morning at 2AM. Hymn slit Mr Roomy’s next but unfortunately for them, they didn’t see Carbo in the darkness. They caught him and threatened him to comply. Carbo accepted for his own safety to tie himself up and fake some evidence/stories and locked himself in the Computer Lab while Yam planted the knife there to frame him without him knowing. The exact motive for Yam to wanting Mr Roomy dead is still unknown although a factor to be considered is the rule of everyone dying if 5 or more passengers remained.

Murder #3: On Cold (Dismembered) Feet

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Victims: Yam, Hymn, Even
Murderers: Carbo, Hymn, Even
Cause of Death: Collar Explosion (Yam), Blunt Force Trauma via Floor (Hymn), Even (Collar Explosion)
Murder Weapon: Rope, The Floor, The Rules
Incriminating Clue: I’ll leave that for you to find out =P I can’t give you everything for free.
 
        The Hymn and Carbo’s resentment for Yam grew. Hymn knew that Yam can out her out. Carbo knew Yam could order Hymn to kill him anytime. They also both knew that Yam has taken the criminal lunatic files on them earlier on when the door to the engine room opened as insurance for their cooperation. Yam took her own file. Even if she wasn’t a lunatic, she had a criminal record that she preferred to remain unsurfaced.
        On the night of the murder, Hymn and Carbo drew Yam out of her room and onto the deck. They jumped her, gagged her so she couldn’t scream, and intricately bounded her body in rope. Then they both lowered her body in water slowly until she was far enough for her to break the rule for her collar to detonate. Because Yam was dumped into the water when she was alive, it wouldn’t be considered breaking Rule #3 (no killer can dump corpses into the water). You also can’t dump a corpse into the water if it’s already submerged in water. A small semantics loophole. However Carbo and Yam didn’t think of this. They pulled the corpse back up and chopped it to tiny pieces on the deck so they can store the body throughout the freezer, fearing that letting the corpse loose into the water would detonate their collars. They successfully stored the body parts into the freezer and threw any evidence of the chopping off the ship.
        They both have another problem at hand: There needs to be at least one more death for the both of them to be alive when the yacht lands. They can’t target Augury or Senior Amante because they’re both secluded in their rooms. The only person left is Even and he’s usually at the bar drinking deep into Saturday nights.
        Carbo thought of this plan to lure Even into dumping one part of the body into the water, thus making him break rule #4 (one cannot dump a body until at least 2 uninvolved witnesses has seen the corpse). Carbo went to find Even and convinced him to help dump body parts off the ship. Even agrees and will go down to the freezer after his drink. Carbo went back to the freezer so when Even comes, Carbo and Hymn would be seen collecting body parts and acting innocent.
       They plan didn’t go smoothly. Even finished his drink quicker than expected and overheard Carbo and Hymn’s plot from outside the freezer door. Being drunk and compulsive, he smashes the outer door handle with the nearby plant pot. For what reason, we don’t know. He probably meant to smash the inner door handle if her were sober in order to lock Hymn and Carbo in the freezer.
He closed the door and allowed his Lunacy Infection get the best of him. He grabs Hymn’s head and smashes it into the floor. His collar then detonated, causing burns to the nearby Carbo. Even laid dead against the shelf.
       Carbo screamed at the pain, but the insulation of the freezer muted any sounds that could have reached the sleeping quarters. After seeing three dead bodies in front of him, he had to make a choice: leave the freezer or stay in it to reduce suspicion. If he left, he would be marked as very suspicious because people would easily pin him as the killer for leaving a locked room and he had no evidence he can pin to either Augury or Signor Amante. He stayed in the freezer all night, even if it meant risk dying from hypothermia because he could pin the murder on the dead Hymn. Carbo could play the idiot playing innocent more smoothly. He has been doing so all this time.

[Riku]

Ooh, this sounds awesome.

[Devoid]

It was so much text, I skipped it all.

When's the party?

[KaibaSama]

Awww, I don't get to be on the boat? 

[Swar]

And I thought the Desert Diplomacy event was complicated...

[Romy]

Mr. Roomy

 

hehhehehe

[Elindoril]

Someone's been playing DanganRonpa.

Of course your despair hope filled avatar and sig combo kinda gave it away already.

[Katya]

I'm honest. I didn't understand a word.

But nice pics...? 

 

[Nymh]

Oooooh, exciting! *watching things on her panel*

[Batori]

Interesting, this should be fun.

[Psyduck]

After reading through all that text.....I think I know what to ask and who to ask...hopefully...or maybe I just didn't read it all

[NapisaurusRex]

Yes! All good stories start with collars.

[Haliax]

Cards Against Humanity/Arrested Development reference? 

[Swar]

I'm honest. I didn't understand a word.
But nice pics...? 
 

Maybe I can help in Portuguese?

[Keil]

MURDER #1: Hang on, Little Kitty!

 

 

Signor Amante was awakened by hollow booming bouncing off the steel frame. He tried to muffle out sound, but even the plush and feathery heart shape pillows couldn't mute the pounding out of his ears. He got up, put on his signature grey coat (the one with distinct brown leather sewn in at the elbows that all college professors wore), and dragged his feet to the kitchen. He was hungry. There, he noticed three things:

 

1. The yacht doesn't stash sourdough bread. The fuck.

2. One of the passenger's corpse is dangling with a rope around her neck outside beside the kitchen's porthole window.

3. One of the roast beef cuts is prepared with a rare red wine. Fancy.

 

He made his sandwich and dragged his feet back to the dorm corridor. He knocked on everyone's closed door and yelled, "MUUUUHHDRA! MUUUUUHDRA!" He shouldn't yell with a mouth full of roast beef, tomato, lettuce, cucumbers, green peppers, and mayo. 

 

Check tomorrow for everyone's testimonies/investigation results!

[Rocket]

RIP MISSILE! 

[Swar]

I didn't like her anyway...

[Batori]

Never a bad time for a sandwich, I always say.

[Cannabis]

Sounds fun lets see if I can squeeze this in my already packed life 

[DonValentino]

Murders really work up my appetite. 

[Grimley]

Very impressive, @Keil...and you're also cute, so thank you for the profile/avatar update featuring your visage.

Edited by Kord, 05 October 2014 - 09:57 PM.

[Keil]

Testimonies/Investigation: MURDER #1

 

YAM

I don't know anything about Missile's murder. A murder that morning was too early. I know everyone's just started to get used to this ship and were more worried about the letter on the door. I don't know why but most of the people decided to lock themselves in Saturday evening. I don't blame them. I too, stayed in my room because of the letter on my door. Who wouldn't. Well, Missile wouldn't. Missile knocked on everyone's door to meet and greet everyone, but hardly got a response. I opened my door out of courtesy, but closed my door after some quick pleasantries. I stayed my room for the rest of the night.

 

 

SIGNOR AMANTE

The letter? I didn't let it eat me up like every shut-in here. On Saturday night while everyone was locked in their rooms except for Hymn, Evem, Missile and myself, I took a look around the ship. This place is loaded. There's a fully stocked bar in  the Banquet Hall, a few hot tubs around the pool and the latest apple computers in the Computer lab. Now about that lab: there's no internet, but full of porn. There's also a huge monitor in that room showing everyone's vitals and locations on the ship. On Saturday Night, I knew where everyone was and thought nothing of it since everyone was either in their rooms or the banquet hall, except for myself. After I saw the corpse and called everyone, I went back to the computer lab and it said she died at 2AM but was in the kitchen. The tracking device in our collars must not be 100% accurate.

 

 

AUGURY

I slept in my room that night without getting food. I was starving but it didn't matter. I knew something bad was going to happen Saturday night. I can tell. Call it gambler's intuition. And I bet right. That morning, I looked all over the boat for clues. It was safe to because if the killer killed twice within days, they too would die on the spot. Nothing weird throughout the boat except the bar in the banquet hall is a mess and so was the supply closet. The supply closet was especially suspicious. There were foot prints on the floor from what I can safely guess is vomit. I know that smell anywhere. Kid, once you hit rock bottom like me, that smell is like a buddy at the bar that never leaves. Did I forget to mention: The shelves in the supply closet seemed empty. That is maybe where the rope used to be.

 

MR ROOMY

Hey man, you can trust me. I wouldn't be lying about a murder. Poor girl Missile was hung over from drinking all that booze and got hung from the rope. The killer took advantage of her when she was passed out, whipped the rope around her neck and pushed her body out of the porthole of the Banquet Hall. She falls then CRAACCCKKK. Her neck broke. This murder is simple.

 

 

EVEN

Yes. I was with Missile on the night of her death. So was Hymn. We were downing shots like animals. Give me a break. We were meant to kill each other. What would you do in you were in my situation? You either lock yourself up in your room like a wimp or drink booze until you can't feel no more. Hymn called it a night at around 11 PM while Missile and I stayed in the Banquet room. She said the liquor didn't make her feel better. Anyway, Missile and I continued to drink. The girl only drank coffee which I think is boring, but it was her choice. It was 1 AM when I felt like I drank too much. The one thing that sucks about this boat is that the only restrooms are attached to each individual room. I ran back to my room and let all that good liquor to waste. I woke up when i heard Amante yelling something.

 

 

CARBO
Cello cello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cellocello cello cello cello cello cello kazoo.
 
(Translator's notes: to dumb; didn't listen, but he did have this map written out. So there is hope for this twerp. Huh. Good for him.)
 

 

HYMN

 

*Hymn just stares and groans* Fine. I had too much liquor. Happy? I ran to my room but I ran down an extra flight of stairs and ended up at the Supply closet. I threw up there. Judge me, I don't care. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, but that didn't help. The boat swaying made the night hell.

 

Time to Interrogate

 

For all Tuesday and Wednesday, ask any of the remaining passengers questions. Remember each player can ask a maximum of different two questions to any two passengers. If you want, you can ask one passenger two different questions.

[Adam]

That bird avatar looks suspiciously familiar. Hmmmm

[Honey]

I'm wondering what Yam was doing thet whole time locked up in the room. Wasn't it boring?

[Rocket]

Omg KEIL this is genius!! Who killed Missile! I don't know! I think that Cello is awful suspicious looking