Serial Killer Round 45: The Roaring Twenties (3: Voting Period)
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These were suspicious circumstances. 20 people brought into a mansion, and one of them a killer. He had been offered a great many things in order to execute the 19 unfortunate men and women who were to be trapped with him. Alex had never really thought about the purposes of the shady figure behind the plot. All he had seen was the opportunity to earn money. A lot of money. And that was all that mattered to him.
Things started going downhill immediately. A gun, bullets and a note informing everyone there was a murderer amongst them. It was a race against time, he would have to kill them quickly before they knew who was the killer. He tried to keep the group calm, deflect suspicion. If they lynched each other it was no problem, in fact it made things easier. But only to begin with.
Mysterious disappearances and screams in the dark pierced through the mansion with an unnerving regularity. First he would kill someone, then a bout of vigilante justice as the remaining strangers realised the murderer was still among them. People were splitting up, and that would give him the chance he needed to make it out. He decided to head out of the room in which they had first gathered, and wandered to some distant corner of the mansion, waiting for his next unsuspecting victim.
Careful, deliberate footsteps took him stealthily from room to room, seeking out the best hiding places. Alex was sure he wasn?t followed. Unbeknownst to him, however, a debate was unfolding that would end his life. No one can ever be sure why the group voted the way they did, but they decided that Alex must?ve been the murderer, like they?d thought it was Ms Von Himmelsblaut before him, and David West before her.
They worked smartly, never venturing off alone. It was clear to all that the killer was highly skilled at what he did, but in groups of three he couldn?t take them on. So they wondered the halls in their little groups, still weary of one another, but managing to contain themselves. They all hoped this would be over soon.
Alex wondered into a room with a giant blank screen at one end, and several comfy looking chairs and sofas dotted around the room. It looked like a movie theatre, but who could be so rich as to afford such a thing, even in such a home as this.
Suddenly the lights turned out. For a split second the room was pitch black, and then suddenly it crackled back into life, with a dim glow cast over the room as the projector sprang into life. Laurel and Hardy were animatedly talking and fighting behind him, as he tried to search the room for who was doing this, but the projector was almost blinding.
Then he felt it. A dull thud in the back of his head. Searing pain. And then, nothing. The world went dark for a moment, and then suddenly the light came back and he could make out two dark shapes above him. They started hitting him with their makeshift weapons, one a lamp and the other a heavy candlestick, the sickening noises made by each was almost as terrifying as the pain Alex felt. For the first time in his life, Alex felt real fear. But only for a moment, and then he was gone. As the comedy duo on the screen behind him hit each other over the head with no consequence, Alex found out the reality of blunt force trauma.
Although they didn?t quite know it yet, the thirteen survivors of the mansion had got the killer. They were safe from Alex, from whoever had set all this up too. But they still had their own demons to battle.
Things started going downhill immediately. A gun, bullets and a note informing everyone there was a murderer amongst them. It was a race against time, he would have to kill them quickly before they knew who was the killer. He tried to keep the group calm, deflect suspicion. If they lynched each other it was no problem, in fact it made things easier. But only to begin with.
Mysterious disappearances and screams in the dark pierced through the mansion with an unnerving regularity. First he would kill someone, then a bout of vigilante justice as the remaining strangers realised the murderer was still among them. People were splitting up, and that would give him the chance he needed to make it out. He decided to head out of the room in which they had first gathered, and wandered to some distant corner of the mansion, waiting for his next unsuspecting victim.
Careful, deliberate footsteps took him stealthily from room to room, seeking out the best hiding places. Alex was sure he wasn?t followed. Unbeknownst to him, however, a debate was unfolding that would end his life. No one can ever be sure why the group voted the way they did, but they decided that Alex must?ve been the murderer, like they?d thought it was Ms Von Himmelsblaut before him, and David West before her.
They worked smartly, never venturing off alone. It was clear to all that the killer was highly skilled at what he did, but in groups of three he couldn?t take them on. So they wondered the halls in their little groups, still weary of one another, but managing to contain themselves. They all hoped this would be over soon.
Alex wondered into a room with a giant blank screen at one end, and several comfy looking chairs and sofas dotted around the room. It looked like a movie theatre, but who could be so rich as to afford such a thing, even in such a home as this.
Suddenly the lights turned out. For a split second the room was pitch black, and then suddenly it crackled back into life, with a dim glow cast over the room as the projector sprang into life. Laurel and Hardy were animatedly talking and fighting behind him, as he tried to search the room for who was doing this, but the projector was almost blinding.
Then he felt it. A dull thud in the back of his head. Searing pain. And then, nothing. The world went dark for a moment, and then suddenly the light came back and he could make out two dark shapes above him. They started hitting him with their makeshift weapons, one a lamp and the other a heavy candlestick, the sickening noises made by each was almost as terrifying as the pain Alex felt. For the first time in his life, Alex felt real fear. But only for a moment, and then he was gone. As the comedy duo on the screen behind him hit each other over the head with no consequence, Alex found out the reality of blunt force trauma.
Although they didn?t quite know it yet, the thirteen survivors of the mansion had got the killer. They were safe from Alex, from whoever had set all this up too. But they still had their own demons to battle.
Alas, the murderer has become the murdered.
As the final blows rained down on Alex's head, it felt as though a dark cloud has been lifted off of the mansion. The doors unlocked, the windows opened, the remaining 14 people in the house that didn't meet an unfortunate end had a much more favorable one. Their freedom.
As Calvin stepped out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, he felt renewed passion inside of him. After dancing with Death and making it off the floor in one piece, there was no time to waste. Tomorrow he throw himself back into his life's work with new vigor. I vil do my best to spread Comrade Stalin's glorious vision to Amerika. The populace vil know de true path and ze power of ze hammer and sickle. I swear on my homeland that Dmitri Alexander Mironov vil not fail his mission.
He turned around to the other guests and gave a small wave. "All right, well I'll be heading back to my home now. Take care, everyone." With that, he went to find his car and head back to Hollywood.
As Calvin stepped out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, he felt renewed passion inside of him. After dancing with Death and making it off the floor in one piece, there was no time to waste. Tomorrow he throw himself back into his life's work with new vigor. I vil do my best to spread Comrade Stalin's glorious vision to Amerika. The populace vil know de true path and ze power of ze hammer and sickle. I swear on my homeland that Dmitri Alexander Mironov vil not fail his mission.
He turned around to the other guests and gave a small wave. "All right, well I'll be heading back to my home now. Take care, everyone." With that, he went to find his car and head back to Hollywood.
@razer: Yep. You get first dibs. If you don't want it, I'm sure there's someone out there on a list or something.
It's... It's over? Oh thank god, it's over! I had so much trouble keeping up in this one and placing my character in situations that I just decided to keep my yap shut! I don't know about you guys, but I suck at RPing! :S
@Sky: Best. Avatar. Ever.
@Sky: Best. Avatar. Ever.
The main problem I found with the RP'ing is that it just doesn't sync too well with the game itself.
Take Link and I for example, as soon as we started to RP together and to try to create a mine story separate from the rest, BANG! He was dead. I tried to of where to take my character, but I just simply didn't know what to play off of. Oh no! Person is dead. Horror! again.
Take Link and I for example, as soon as we started to RP together and to try to create a mine story separate from the rest, BANG! He was dead. I tried to of where to take my character, but I just simply didn't know what to play off of. Oh no! Person is dead. Horror! again.
Admittedly I found RPing this round was tough. But I suspect it was due to inexperience with forum RPing (or ANY RPing for that matter!).
Perhaps would have helped to take off on my own and write my own narrative that is less dependent on character interactions.
Perhaps would have helped to take off on my own and write my own narrative that is less dependent on character interactions.
[HEADING=1]Yes, indeedy, razer was your killer! Congratulations![/HEADING]
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Off topic, no one played this the way I had planned them to, also :/ I intended it to be more of a normal round with everyone playing as a persona, not as an RP, so to speak. By the time I could say anything, everyone launched into RP mode. Either way, the round is over, and I relinquish my throne! See you next round!