Knife
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You enter the Drawing Room. There are seven people standing around, and the general hum of conversation allows you to pick out a few choice words here and there, but nothing of particular interest. A few rooms away you can hear the clatter of dishes and the shouting of foreign chefs as the food is prepared for dinner. You decide to take this opportunity to talk to some of the guests and get to know them better. One man is lounging in a luxurious chair, swilling a glass of shandy. He has a hat on and looks affectionately at the old hunting rifle on one wall. You remember this man is Lord Barnacle-Smythe, and the host of the party.
"Those were the days," he recalls, noticing your interest. You discover he speaks in an outrageously aristocratic English accent. "I hunted every damned thing in Africa, what-what! Elephants, Rhinos, Humpback Whales...all those blighters!"
You nod in agreement and ask about the party.
"Oh, it was just to get together with some old friends, you know, and maybe settle a few odd scores," he says, glancing at the glamorous blonde on the other side of the room. "The chefs tell me the meal should be ready shortly, as a matter of fact, pip pip and all that," he finishes, before mumbling something about the African apartheid system. You leave him to his inane ramblings and cross the room towards the attractive blonde.
She is staring out the window at a sewer being dug up nearby.
"Haven't seen you around before..." she says quietly, sliding up to you. "You look like just the kind of man to...ahem...clean my pipes," she adds in a sexy voice.
You ask if she has an interest in plumbing. That would explain why she's watching the sewer workers.
She looks derailed. "Not at all, I only meant that maybe after the dinner we could...do the mystery dance?"
The blonde woman waggles her eyebrows. You inform her that you're not a very good dancer and she sighs. Her attention is then diverted by something apparently more interesting than you and you decide to speak to one of the other guests. Sitting near the back wall is a rather flamboyant looking man. You ask him what he's doing here.
"I'm a lion tamer," he says, twirling his silky black moustache. You quietly wonder whether it's fake. "I'm an old...friend of Lord Barnacle's, shall we say? We've worked together a long time, and certainly have similar interests. I wish he hadn't invited that blonde though. We...don't get on."
You smile and withdraw.
A bell rings, announcing the meal is ready. You realise there are still four people you haven't talked to - a rich looking woman, an old woman, a doctor holding some kind of probing tool and an immensly fat man you spot immediately waddling over to the buffet. You all take your seats and you are about to strike up a conversation with someone. Suddenly the lights go out and the room is plunged into darkness. Someone screams, because this is required in such situations. Moments later the light is restored. The attractive blonde woman is slumped over the table, a knife in her back. Everyone gasps and the rich-looking woman puts a handkerchief over her mouth in disgust.
Part 2 of the incredible cliched murder-mystery soon!
Feel free to post any questions or comments, but soon there will be a proper way to learn more about what is happening...
You enter the Drawing Room. There are seven people standing around, and the general hum of conversation allows you to pick out a few choice words here and there, but nothing of particular interest. A few rooms away you can hear the clatter of dishes and the shouting of foreign chefs as the food is prepared for dinner. You decide to take this opportunity to talk to some of the guests and get to know them better. One man is lounging in a luxurious chair, swilling a glass of shandy. He has a hat on and looks affectionately at the old hunting rifle on one wall. You remember this man is Lord Barnacle-Smythe, and the host of the party.
"Those were the days," he recalls, noticing your interest. You discover he speaks in an outrageously aristocratic English accent. "I hunted every damned thing in Africa, what-what! Elephants, Rhinos, Humpback Whales...all those blighters!"
You nod in agreement and ask about the party.
"Oh, it was just to get together with some old friends, you know, and maybe settle a few odd scores," he says, glancing at the glamorous blonde on the other side of the room. "The chefs tell me the meal should be ready shortly, as a matter of fact, pip pip and all that," he finishes, before mumbling something about the African apartheid system. You leave him to his inane ramblings and cross the room towards the attractive blonde.
She is staring out the window at a sewer being dug up nearby.
"Haven't seen you around before..." she says quietly, sliding up to you. "You look like just the kind of man to...ahem...clean my pipes," she adds in a sexy voice.
You ask if she has an interest in plumbing. That would explain why she's watching the sewer workers.
She looks derailed. "Not at all, I only meant that maybe after the dinner we could...do the mystery dance?"
The blonde woman waggles her eyebrows. You inform her that you're not a very good dancer and she sighs. Her attention is then diverted by something apparently more interesting than you and you decide to speak to one of the other guests. Sitting near the back wall is a rather flamboyant looking man. You ask him what he's doing here.
"I'm a lion tamer," he says, twirling his silky black moustache. You quietly wonder whether it's fake. "I'm an old...friend of Lord Barnacle's, shall we say? We've worked together a long time, and certainly have similar interests. I wish he hadn't invited that blonde though. We...don't get on."
You smile and withdraw.
A bell rings, announcing the meal is ready. You realise there are still four people you haven't talked to - a rich looking woman, an old woman, a doctor holding some kind of probing tool and an immensly fat man you spot immediately waddling over to the buffet. You all take your seats and you are about to strike up a conversation with someone. Suddenly the lights go out and the room is plunged into darkness. Someone screams, because this is required in such situations. Moments later the light is restored. The attractive blonde woman is slumped over the table, a knife in her back. Everyone gasps and the rich-looking woman puts a handkerchief over her mouth in disgust.
Part 2 of the incredible cliched murder-mystery soon!
Feel free to post any questions or comments, but soon there will be a proper way to learn more about what is happening...
posted by Mkzrj at 4:34 pm
4 Comments:
I think she suffered a heart attack and fell onto the knife that the fat guy was using to cut a melon and had just put down behind her, not expecting her to fall. Its obvious if you follow the clues.
Well I think it was "you".
However, that's too obvious. So I also think it was the blonde woman having realised how incredibly retarded "you" are. She couln't face life anymore, and just to add insult to fatal injury decided to make it look like someone else did it.
OR she's not dead, and she faked her death to bring in some incredibly attractive detective that understands "sly" hints.
Now that is truely bizarre. You basically just summed up every single idea I had about this *Shudders*. How odd.
Yeah, I noticed that. We were considering having the reader as the murderer, or the blonde commiting suicide, or her not actually being dead. Strangeness.
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