Serial Killer Round 62: Lost in Space - Killer Has Been Executed
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Hey all, apologies and all that. I just quit my job earlier this month and thought I'd have more time for this. Undergoing major changes in my career so I can spend more time with the kids.
Tried to stay in touch but sadly had a whole load of freelance jobs keeping me just as busy as ever while I retool to become a English teacher (I was and still am a copywriter).
I'll unlikely join future games until life sorts itself out.
Sorry for the delays. It was unfair of me to keep everyone waiting.
Tried to stay in touch but sadly had a whole load of freelance jobs keeping me just as busy as ever while I retool to become a English teacher (I was and still am a copywriter).
I'll unlikely join future games until life sorts itself out.
Sorry for the delays. It was unfair of me to keep everyone waiting.
Space, the perfect assignment for any would be explorer and the Mars Hotel was the ideal starting point. That is unless you don't count the serial murders. Considering these murders a problem, the only logical course of action would be to raid the food supplies and lock oneself in maintenance.
Days, (or more likely hours, but that's what it certainly felt like) of devouring food when faced with the alternative of mild hunger pangs by rationing left me ill-prepared for the cunning of the killer. Losing peripheral vision by stealing an undersized helmet was also a poor idea as the last thing I ever heard was a muffled footstep and the sound of me choking.
Days, (or more likely hours, but that's what it certainly felt like) of devouring food when faced with the alternative of mild hunger pangs by rationing left me ill-prepared for the cunning of the killer. Losing peripheral vision by stealing an undersized helmet was also a poor idea as the last thing I ever heard was a muffled footstep and the sound of me choking.
Oh, you know...Caramel Frappe said:
Killer's been killin'...
Voters been voting...
Non-voters been non-voting... and then some...
Executions are silent, yet deadly... sometimes more than the murders...
You know... Totally normal and shit...
Okay, I was executed. I hope you're all happy.
I kinda deserved it.
[HEADING=1]HOW I TURNED A RED PLANET INTO A DEAD PLANET[/HEADING]
It was a simple plan. Kill people. Gain ultimate power. The middle step was a bit theoretical at the moment.
This luxurious hotel was the first (and in all likelihood last) of a money-making franchise capitalizing on the greatest cutting-edge space-ish technology. Lucky for me the pleb who coded the sweepstakes erected a security mechanism with the durability of tissue paper. I had a planeful of subjects ready to go within the week, courtesy of my cyber worm "Bloodhound." Man's best friend, indeed! Well, except for these men. And women. And assorted beverages.
The first one was easy. Just pick a target, right? I decided to poison a fruitcake. Who'd ever suspect a foul ingredient in a harmless fruitcake? But that moron prattled on for so long, I couldn't resist stabbing him before I even cut the pastry. It wouldn't be 'til later I'd learn that some enterprising (and uniquely paranoid) woman on the trip was studiously crafting a list of suspicious persons.
Those tourists panicked and sent the only man who could stop me to end of his rope. Talk about lucky! That man had been giving me the stink-eye since before the flight left the runway. That made the next victim a sitting duck. She'd overladen herself with a mountain of documents; I cornered her in her room and she started babbling about a list of some sort. By a rotten twist of fate, she'd already had the foresight to plug the data into the hotel's mainframe. Another tourist found the info and passed it around, but that didn't concern me at the moment.
And so on the cycle went. Execution followed murder, and my machinations were well under way. I took out that nosy individual in the computer room (though that would mean a severe handicap in my ability to manipulate the building), but by then it was too late. I erased the strange man with the blonde hair, but the tourists had been eyeing me with mounting suspicion. In hindsight, I could've washed the blood from my gloves at some point.
Breathless, I sprinted through the barren corridors, the dull expanse of Mars stretching out from within the occasional steel porthole. I had to get back to the security office! My loyal hound would know what to do! He'd guided me without fault until now. Maybe, just maybe, he'd know how to amend this fiasco.
The door slammed behind me. I flipped the latch and threw my weight into a metal cabinet, knocking it against the portal. My assistant was nowhere to be heard. Had he been ejected by the system at last? That seemed unlikely. My fingers traced the security comp's keyboard erratically. The entire system had been wiped! The tourists must have panicked and stolen the black box. Fools! With that destroyed, nothing would be left to incriminate me!
I made a mental note to wash my gloves before I boarded the exit flight.
...Exit flight...It couldn't be, could it? I flipped out my remote hacker, a diminutive but handy primitive device I relied upon for emergencies. It was tuned to the frequency of one of the guest's cell phones. I had to listen in; any clue was valuable.
"...crazy talk. Are you serious?"
"It's the only way to be sure."
Odd. They were talking, but I heard nary a whisper from outside the security office. As a matter of fact, they hadn't even been hammering on the door or anything. I could've sworn they were chasing me. I must've let my nerves get out of hand. But if that was the case, where were...?
I glanced out the space window. A glint of light betrayed the presence of the exit flight ship high in the sky and, more importantly, not in the hotel hangar. There was a large flare from the base of the vessel, and a small egg-shaped object began hurtling towards the building.
[color=brick][b]WARNING: INCOMING NUCLEAR STRIKE.[/b][/color]
That raised more questions than it answered, not the least of which was, "Why would a tourist boat be armed with-"
.
..
...
[spoiler=Before I die from lack of oxygen]
Whee, that was fun! If you haven't figured it out yet, I was the murderer (bwahaha). I guess you could say this trip ended up being a waste of space.
I'm so nice, letting you guys have the last laugh.
What, nobody's laughing? Well, that's okay. I'll think up some more zingers while I start working on Round 63. Hope you brought your party hats! We'll mostly party at night. Mostly.
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[HEADING=1]HOW I TURNED A RED PLANET INTO A DEAD PLANET[/HEADING]
It was a simple plan. Kill people. Gain ultimate power. The middle step was a bit theoretical at the moment.
This luxurious hotel was the first (and in all likelihood last) of a money-making franchise capitalizing on the greatest cutting-edge space-ish technology. Lucky for me the pleb who coded the sweepstakes erected a security mechanism with the durability of tissue paper. I had a planeful of subjects ready to go within the week, courtesy of my cyber worm "Bloodhound." Man's best friend, indeed! Well, except for these men. And women. And assorted beverages.
The first one was easy. Just pick a target, right? I decided to poison a fruitcake. Who'd ever suspect a foul ingredient in a harmless fruitcake? But that moron prattled on for so long, I couldn't resist stabbing him before I even cut the pastry. It wouldn't be 'til later I'd learn that some enterprising (and uniquely paranoid) woman on the trip was studiously crafting a list of suspicious persons.
Those tourists panicked and sent the only man who could stop me to end of his rope. Talk about lucky! That man had been giving me the stink-eye since before the flight left the runway. That made the next victim a sitting duck. She'd overladen herself with a mountain of documents; I cornered her in her room and she started babbling about a list of some sort. By a rotten twist of fate, she'd already had the foresight to plug the data into the hotel's mainframe. Another tourist found the info and passed it around, but that didn't concern me at the moment.
And so on the cycle went. Execution followed murder, and my machinations were well under way. I took out that nosy individual in the computer room (though that would mean a severe handicap in my ability to manipulate the building), but by then it was too late. I erased the strange man with the blonde hair, but the tourists had been eyeing me with mounting suspicion. In hindsight, I could've washed the blood from my gloves at some point.
Breathless, I sprinted through the barren corridors, the dull expanse of Mars stretching out from within the occasional steel porthole. I had to get back to the security office! My loyal hound would know what to do! He'd guided me without fault until now. Maybe, just maybe, he'd know how to amend this fiasco.
The door slammed behind me. I flipped the latch and threw my weight into a metal cabinet, knocking it against the portal. My assistant was nowhere to be heard. Had he been ejected by the system at last? That seemed unlikely. My fingers traced the security comp's keyboard erratically. The entire system had been wiped! The tourists must have panicked and stolen the black box. Fools! With that destroyed, nothing would be left to incriminate me!
I made a mental note to wash my gloves before I boarded the exit flight.
...Exit flight...It couldn't be, could it? I flipped out my remote hacker, a diminutive but handy primitive device I relied upon for emergencies. It was tuned to the frequency of one of the guest's cell phones. I had to listen in; any clue was valuable.
"...crazy talk. Are you serious?"
"It's the only way to be sure."
Odd. They were talking, but I heard nary a whisper from outside the security office. As a matter of fact, they hadn't even been hammering on the door or anything. I could've sworn they were chasing me. I must've let my nerves get out of hand. But if that was the case, where were...?
I glanced out the space window. A glint of light betrayed the presence of the exit flight ship high in the sky and, more importantly, not in the hotel hangar. There was a large flare from the base of the vessel, and a small egg-shaped object began hurtling towards the building.
[color=brick][b]WARNING: INCOMING NUCLEAR STRIKE.[/b][/color]
That raised more questions than it answered, not the least of which was, "Why would a tourist boat be armed with-"
.
..
...
[spoiler=Before I die from lack of oxygen]
Whee, that was fun! If you haven't figured it out yet, I was the murderer (bwahaha). I guess you could say this trip ended up being a waste of space.
I'm so nice, letting you guys have the last laugh.
What, nobody's laughing? Well, that's okay. I'll think up some more zingers while I start working on Round 63. Hope you brought your party hats! We'll mostly party at night. Mostly.
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[HEADING=2]Now that the game has ended, it's time for the Death Awards![/HEADING]
Everyone should send in a vote for their favourite death post and the two that receive the most shall be declared the winners. A third will also receive a GM's choice award!
Rotoscoping, son. I just trace over any of the assets I can find and use those as moving parts. I'm nowhere near talented enough to create something from scratch or snuff.Caramel Frappe said:
And I woulda gotten away with it if it wasn't for you pesky alien hunters!
YOU WERE BOGARTING THOSE MARS BARS, YOU SMEGGER.Twintix said:
Oh, shoot. It's over. I lost track of it a bit. It was a busy week...
Oh, well. At least I was already dead! And now we get to start over! Woo!
Oh, well. At least I was already dead! And now we get to start over! Woo!
