Bittersweet Candy Bowl

*Smiles slightly* It sounds like your mother was an interesting person.

*laughs*
Oh she i…
Was.
*Goes silent and begins preparing food*

*Sits down near him* When did you lose her?

*Sighs*
I don’t tell many people this but I guess you would be the kind of person to know this sort of stuff after whats happened.
I lost her when I was around ten I think.
I never really knew what happened,seeing as I was so young, exept for the fact it was all my god dammed fathers fault! *begins to choke*
After that it’s all just a blank really.

…That’s terrible. *gently lays hand on his knee* Listen, I know it’s hard right now, this whole situation is exhausting. It’s like someone else is controlling our lives and making so we learn these lessons, and maybe we’ll come out better than before after all this is all over. Even if it hurts right now, it will get better and we will get out of this.

*Puts his arm on her shoulder*
Thanks it’s been kinda hard to stay calm this whole time.
And it turns out sleeping this whole time hasn’t helped as much as I thought.
*Grabs the frozen food and stands up*
Still we shouldn’t start getting teary eyed in front of everyone so lets get cooking!

/The tabby sits down by the fire, next to Davion. She looks wary, but elated that nothing has happened for hours.

So how are we going to do this? I don’t think we know enough to suspect any one of us… I suppose there was nothing written on the note or the card?

Suddenly she starts. Turning her attention to the pad, she writes that last thought down. Then, she holds it up to those who were watching her./

And I was told this camping trip would get my mind off of death… would you like to go for a walk with me Abram, a bit of a walk always helps me feel better.

*Looks at Katherine*

Don’t worry we won’t leave the clearing

(OMG an NPC talking? what could it mean?)
(Feck! I refreshed before posting, it was supposed to say “Daffodil Petit” was talking)

(Story of my life)

*Davion looks towards Amarilla’s notepad to see what she has written*

(Bawww where did everyone just go?
edit: Wow, literally 12 seconds before I posted mine.)

(I’m here, but I didn’t really have anything to say ^_^)

/Amarilla turns the notepad around, so that Davion can see her handwriting:

“Was there anything written on the note or the credit card?”

And, in smaller writing just below:

“A name or something?”/

Well the credit card was Karl’s, so it had his name on it, as for the note, I didn’t get a very good look at it.

(If the note means the $50, it was somewhat… blood soaked, from being there so long)

(Yes, that was the note (a dollar note).)

/Amarilla looks down, discouraged. She sighs, and starts scribbling again…/

(Literally, a “bank note&rdquo

What is it now?

(I’ve noticed the number of murders before the second thread is made has been decreasing each time. There have only been three so far and we’re already on the “finale thread”. The first thread of WOAB lasted more than 1500 posts, and there were only, what, 6 murders?)

*continues writing*

(Mitchell: That’s because there are many more players now than there was the first time. About ten NPCs the first time, I think, and then six or seven the second time (except that Pronkat and *Ninja came in late). Now there are 20 characters, as opposed to for instance WOAB with 18. Fewer NPCs, too.)

(Yeah, I think I counted 9 on the first, 6 on the second, and there’s three for this one. In the first one, only 2 player characters died: Augustus and Rugworthy. The second time, only NPC’s died.)

(Of course, two of them were player characters in the end. ^_^)

(yeah, I feel I’m not killing enough people too, but so many of the people that I had good reason to kill got taken leaving me with 3 that I could kill easily, one was taken up later, and two that I had no freaking idea how to get rid of.

I’ve been waiting for peole to be around to kill another, but screw it, I’m going for the next one now, just give me a moment to get it all ready.)

(All right. For want of a better word: I’m looking forward to it. ^_^)

(This will be good)

*Looks at Daisy* Alright then.

(I’ll go ahead and assume that you need me to set this up so here you go)

Murder 4

Abram agrees to go walking with Daffodil (Look above I did try to set this up, but Abram’s player left)

As Daffodil is walking around the perimeter with Abram suddenly she stops and gasps, as Abram turns and looks he sees why. Not too far away lies the mangled body of a yellow cat. A tranquiliser dart sticking out of her neck (no one secured the tranq gun yesterday, now did they, not a good idea people), and her body looking almost like someone had put it through a blender. “Oh god, is that… Stasha?” Daffodil manages to say. Someone had taken a knife to her, many times over, and hadn’t stopped after she was dead. The faint smell of alcohol hangs in the air, and what looks to be the charred remains of her notebook lies nearby, in what appears to be an attempt at destroying the evidence. Most of the notebook is gone, but a few lines of text are still visible

“…money, why keep leaving money behind, was it dropped…
…could mean… accident… why was ..e wallet…
evid..ce points… mur.erer… fr… ram?
confront him toni…”

Nothing else can be gleaned from it.

(please be aware that the spacing isn’t realistic in the notebook,
Also apologies to Stasha’s player, but such are the risks of joining a game late)

(Finally, a player character dies!)

*Comes out of his tent and takes a seat by the fire* My face is still sore from that kick..

(@ Mitchell, well zeke died, admittedly he was my charachter though
Oh and, umm&hellip

*Runs screaming back to the firepit and the others*

“you deserved it” to Paolo
walks off

(yeah the first day you cant kill anyone let the people settle in and get the feel of the charecter, i killed so many non players the second day to stir thing up and get the ball rolling, also the first killed in my=ine was Carter a player charecter but since he died on the secon d day i undertand if people forgot about him, Killings get the ball rolling)

(@Zeke: Yeah, but you are still here. WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!?!?!)

(@Aiken: no, I counted him, I just forgot he was a player, consitering all the non-player clone gags that were introduced)

(Don’t worry I have pretty much no choice but to kill PCs from now on.)

*Sees and Daffodil coming to camp screaming*
Whats wrong?!?!?

S-Stasha, d-dead!
*Pointing*

What happened now?! What?!

*Runs back to camp*
Daffodil wait up!
*Gasps for breath*
Someone… Someone else is dead.

*Mitchell hears Daffodil’s scream and starts to run. However, he remembers Sadae is still by his side,*

Are you coming?

(Damn, uber ninja’d!)

*He runs out of the tent and hears “dead”*

What?! Who’s dead?! Where?!

*He stands and looks off to the forest* Where? Take us there now!

Come on let’s go!

hears the scream , whips out hunting knife and dashes towards the sound of the commotion

“Alright dont panic, another murder”

looks at the body

“jesus slashed to ribbons”

puts knife back in sheath

*Points in the direction of Stasha*
This way.

*follows the group, Sadae close behind. He then notices the pad.*

*Sees the body*
Oh Jesus…

“What’s this?” He picks it up and examines it. “This is…” *Stasha’s notebook…*

(Trying out a new style, hope you can understand it!)

*Bends down to look at the body.* Here’s one of the tranq darts. Who took the gun yesterday?

@ Katherine: “I don’t know, but this confirms my suspicions…” *Tasya is familiar with wilderness, isn’t she? She could probably find it. Plus, she likely spoke to Zeke before the trip.*

Last person I saw with it was Mitchell…*He turns to face Mitchell* I punched him before going off to the forest to try and clear my mind.

*Nods to Paolo* I saw it after that though.. Mitchell what is in your hand?

*Walks up to the body and bends down to take a look*
Jesus whoever did this is a freaking mad-man.
Why was Stasha away from the camp anyway?