Eustace C. Scrubb
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Nope. Go fish. *Stares intently at my cards.*
Nope. Go fish. *Stares intently at my cards.*
That was quite a dramatic scene!
I also would like to observe that the quote in Elsesta's signature is hilariously apropos for this game. xD
I also would like to observe that the quote in Elsesta's signature is hilariously apropos for this game. xD
Unfinished curses, swirling sand, helicopters... What is this world coming to?
Rainshadow
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*Grumbles* *Picks up card* Your turn.
Eustace C. Scrubb
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Do you have a six? *Continues to build my sandcastle while I wait for her to answer.* Maybe I'll add another turret...
CORIN THUNDERFIST II
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Reads first chapter of my book, The Aeneid (Virgil)
WarriorSatyr
Member
I'm just a poor ghostie. Yah boo sucks to my murderers, for I was but an innocent civilian! Alas poor me! I knew myself! Well, of course I did.
Rainshadow
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That's already been guessed. *Gestures to the four sixes laying on the sand* Try again.
CORIN THUNDERFIST II
Active member
Hopefully, they'll spook the bad guys.
WarriorSatyr
Member
Us ghosties wish. Horatio and I don't even know who the bad guys are.
Elsesta
New member
--Sorry it has taken so long. I've had guests.--
Four people, their deliverance, approached them.
“How did you find us?” loverble questioned.
“We received a radio distress—what happened here!” Pilot 1 gasped, pointing to the body.
“He ate these,” Eustace said, soberly pointing to the branch on which the berries resided. Pilot 2 picked them up and handed them to his co-pilot.
“Have these placed in a bag for further study.”
“Eleven passengers originally, correct?” Pilot 1 inquired.
'
“Yes.”
“Alright, where is number ten of your party?”
“Well,” Lossy hesitated, “poisonous scorpions bit her.” She sniffled.
“I see,” said Pilot 1. “Can I see the body?”
“No,” snapped Lossy. “She is buried. Just get us off this horrid island!” She cried bursting into tears. “I want to go home.” MissReep put her arm protectively around the weeping tree and glared angrily at the startled pilots.
“Well?” she hissed.
“This way,” said Pilot 2. He insisted Lossy be the first in the helicopter and saw her safely seated. Finally the party of weary travelers was loaded and the helicopters took to the sky. It was a great relief to be leaving the island behind. Lossy was extremely glad the body of WarriorSatyr was being transported in the adjacent helicopter.
The sky was darkening without moonlight or stars. Instead dark stratus clouds choked the sky. Streams of rain began to fall when the helicopters finally landed on a small square landing pad. Only one building silhouetted the surrounding flat area. Nearby a large maroon van was waiting for them. The driver nodded to them as the wet group bundled inside glad of the warmth it provided. With a last farewell wave to the pilots they sank back into the comfortable seats.
“So glad,” Lava sighed closing her eyes. Rain streaked the glass of the windows blurring the world outside.
“Here be rage and here be night,” Eustace whispered staring at the storm and then apprehensively at the faces of the van’s occupants. Steely-faced she whispered again. “Dragon’s fire is in my heart, and I mistrust the irregularity of our rescue.”
The van skidded slightly as the storm seethed fiercer. Rain was probably washing the island with its violent tears and tearing at the lonely sand topped grave.
Rainshadow drew a finger down the glass slowly forming a cross. The rain poured across it outside and inside the fog soon reclaimed the window, but they could still see two sticks bound together on an island.
“We have been in here rather a long time,” ventured Eustace to the rest.
“So we have,” agreed Glen.
“I don’t care,” Lossy sighed. “I am too happy. Soon I will be home.”
“Where are we heading?” Eustace wondered.
They pressed their faces to the glass and Glen turned to the driver. “Where are we going?”
“Here,” he answered driving the car under a great awning. A man ran out from a building the rain lashing to hard to make much visible. He held an umbrella and a few at a time they entered the building. It was dark inside and the group groped forward slowly.
“Weird,” said MissReep turning to the man to ask where they were. She saw a massive door close and the sound of a key grating in a lock. “Wait,” she yelled.
“Nooo,” screamed Lossy banging frantically on the door aided by loverble and BarbarianKing. The solid building was dark and the only noise was the external storm. Inside silence reigned as they strained for the faintest traces of another presence in the building where they were trapped—again! Thunder crashed, and a soft thud inside, but too close to be a stranger. They stood a few moments longer.
“What now?” asked Corin.
“We wait until we have more light and explore this place. I can barely see two feet in front of me,” loverble voiced. “Does someone own a flashlight?”
“I have a book lamp,” Glen announced holding a small light toward the pale faces around her. Then the light caught a slumped figure on the cold gray concrete. Eustace was dead, slain by a dagger through the heart. Pinned to the chest by the deadly weapon was a note,
“Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;
If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!”~Dorothy L. Sayers We are still with you.~Mafia
Horror and fear sat with them until dawn.
It is now DAY. You have 96 hours to vote.
Four people, their deliverance, approached them.
“How did you find us?” loverble questioned.
“We received a radio distress—what happened here!” Pilot 1 gasped, pointing to the body.
“He ate these,” Eustace said, soberly pointing to the branch on which the berries resided. Pilot 2 picked them up and handed them to his co-pilot.
“Have these placed in a bag for further study.”
“Eleven passengers originally, correct?” Pilot 1 inquired.
'
“Yes.”
“Alright, where is number ten of your party?”
“Well,” Lossy hesitated, “poisonous scorpions bit her.” She sniffled.
“I see,” said Pilot 1. “Can I see the body?”
“No,” snapped Lossy. “She is buried. Just get us off this horrid island!” She cried bursting into tears. “I want to go home.” MissReep put her arm protectively around the weeping tree and glared angrily at the startled pilots.
“Well?” she hissed.
“This way,” said Pilot 2. He insisted Lossy be the first in the helicopter and saw her safely seated. Finally the party of weary travelers was loaded and the helicopters took to the sky. It was a great relief to be leaving the island behind. Lossy was extremely glad the body of WarriorSatyr was being transported in the adjacent helicopter.
The sky was darkening without moonlight or stars. Instead dark stratus clouds choked the sky. Streams of rain began to fall when the helicopters finally landed on a small square landing pad. Only one building silhouetted the surrounding flat area. Nearby a large maroon van was waiting for them. The driver nodded to them as the wet group bundled inside glad of the warmth it provided. With a last farewell wave to the pilots they sank back into the comfortable seats.
“So glad,” Lava sighed closing her eyes. Rain streaked the glass of the windows blurring the world outside.
“Here be rage and here be night,” Eustace whispered staring at the storm and then apprehensively at the faces of the van’s occupants. Steely-faced she whispered again. “Dragon’s fire is in my heart, and I mistrust the irregularity of our rescue.”
The van skidded slightly as the storm seethed fiercer. Rain was probably washing the island with its violent tears and tearing at the lonely sand topped grave.
Rainshadow drew a finger down the glass slowly forming a cross. The rain poured across it outside and inside the fog soon reclaimed the window, but they could still see two sticks bound together on an island.
“We have been in here rather a long time,” ventured Eustace to the rest.
“So we have,” agreed Glen.
“I don’t care,” Lossy sighed. “I am too happy. Soon I will be home.”
“Where are we heading?” Eustace wondered.
They pressed their faces to the glass and Glen turned to the driver. “Where are we going?”
“Here,” he answered driving the car under a great awning. A man ran out from a building the rain lashing to hard to make much visible. He held an umbrella and a few at a time they entered the building. It was dark inside and the group groped forward slowly.
“Weird,” said MissReep turning to the man to ask where they were. She saw a massive door close and the sound of a key grating in a lock. “Wait,” she yelled.
“Nooo,” screamed Lossy banging frantically on the door aided by loverble and BarbarianKing. The solid building was dark and the only noise was the external storm. Inside silence reigned as they strained for the faintest traces of another presence in the building where they were trapped—again! Thunder crashed, and a soft thud inside, but too close to be a stranger. They stood a few moments longer.
“What now?” asked Corin.
“We wait until we have more light and explore this place. I can barely see two feet in front of me,” loverble voiced. “Does someone own a flashlight?”
“I have a book lamp,” Glen announced holding a small light toward the pale faces around her. Then the light caught a slumped figure on the cold gray concrete. Eustace was dead, slain by a dagger through the heart. Pinned to the chest by the deadly weapon was a note,
“Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain;
If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!”~Dorothy L. Sayers We are still with you.~Mafia
Horror and fear sat with them until dawn.
It is now DAY. You have 96 hours to vote.
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Rainshadow
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Noooo!!! Sister!!! Why?? I didn't even get to say goodbye! Or finish our game of Go Fish, for that matter...
*Wipes tear away* Who would do such a thing?
*Wipes tear away* Who would do such a thing?
Eustace C. Scrubb
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I would just like to say, that was a great post Elsesta! I think the mafia killed me off epically! 
WarriorSatyr
Member
Dagger with a note? Yeah. Here's your 'Handbook for the Recently Deceased'. Now, I have some work to do. Has anyone seen that 'Betelgeuse' guy..?
Eustace C. Scrubb
New member
Thanks. I guess I'll just go haunt someone then. *Floats around, trying to decide who will be her first victim.*
Elsesta
New member
It is very Tolkien to be a tree. Do you not deeply appreciate the beauty of who you are?