Night-time adventures....
DHCanary woke up panting and sweating after several horrible nightmares involving giant sharks and poisoned pancakes. It was still late at night, so he went for a stroll to clear his head. He decided to check up on his friends even though it was clear jonnybaws could do nothing to them from inside a shark's belly. Most were sound asleep, but El_Bando's room was completely empty. No sign of a struggle or anything, so he moved to the next cabin and charged through the door and immediately covered his eyes. Evidently he wasn't the only one who woke up panting and sweating. "Oh, geez!" squirmed DHCanary uncomfortably, "Hi BLS........Hey Heidi. Listen bro, have you seen El_Bando? He's missing."
BLS was about ready to kill him. "He's at the bloody nightclub you fool!" he yelled, referring to the ships onboard nightclub.
"Thanks! Oh...and nice work bro," DHCanary grinned, giving him the thumbs up. BLS facepalmed a facepalm worthy of ten thousand facepalms.
DHC hurried to the nightclub exploding with doof doof music, where he ran into a familiar face: Jaime Alguersuari doing his crazy DJ stuff. He walked up to him, "Hey Jaime, good to see you again. New haircut? Cool, listen, have you seen El_Bando anywhere?"
"DHC!" He yelled excitedly (they both drove for Not606 F1 last year), "Yes, i see your friend. Hammered he was 'cause he was DJing with me! Not very good. Went to bathroom ages ago, haven't seen him since."
He hurried past Alguersuari (he never liked him anyway after Jaime refused to let him through one practice session) down to the stairs on his left to find the toilets with a horrible stench coming out of them. Sure enough, El_Bando was hunched over the toilet in his cubicle surrounded by EMSC's missing blow-up dolls, but they were all bloody. El_Bando had had his head bashed in with blow-up dolls! He heard footsteps behind him as most of the group (except BLS obviously) had seemingly followed him here.
"My dolls!" cried EMSC, "Don't judge me..."
They stuffed El_Bando's deceased body into the toilet and hit the flush button and they watched as he went down the toilet and silently but mutually knew that this wasn't over yet....
REMAINING PLAYERS:
- DHCanary
- Julius Caesar
- di Fredsta!
- BrightLampShade
- MaxWhiplash
- EternaMSC
Notes:
- It's the day cycle so now you can all argue about who's suspect, who isn't, etc, etc.
- Players, remember to vote (only once!) with a post containing "Vote: xxxx" nice and obviously. If you wish to change your vote, please edit rather than post anew.
- Sorry El_Bando, you can't post in this or subsequent day threads, on account of being dead. Feel free to rage beyond the grave in the discussion thread, but please don't say anything which indicates a potential killer. Dead people can't name names.
- This thread will be locked once a player has been lynched and the night cycle will begin again.
- Please note that nothing in the story is a true reflection of any individual player or events and should not be taken seriously with regards to voting.
DHCanary woke up panting and sweating after several horrible nightmares involving giant sharks and poisoned pancakes. It was still late at night, so he went for a stroll to clear his head. He decided to check up on his friends even though it was clear jonnybaws could do nothing to them from inside a shark's belly. Most were sound asleep, but El_Bando's room was completely empty. No sign of a struggle or anything, so he moved to the next cabin and charged through the door and immediately covered his eyes. Evidently he wasn't the only one who woke up panting and sweating. "Oh, geez!" squirmed DHCanary uncomfortably, "Hi BLS........Hey Heidi. Listen bro, have you seen El_Bando? He's missing."
BLS was about ready to kill him. "He's at the bloody nightclub you fool!" he yelled, referring to the ships onboard nightclub.
"Thanks! Oh...and nice work bro," DHCanary grinned, giving him the thumbs up. BLS facepalmed a facepalm worthy of ten thousand facepalms.
DHC hurried to the nightclub exploding with doof doof music, where he ran into a familiar face: Jaime Alguersuari doing his crazy DJ stuff. He walked up to him, "Hey Jaime, good to see you again. New haircut? Cool, listen, have you seen El_Bando anywhere?"
"DHC!" He yelled excitedly (they both drove for Not606 F1 last year), "Yes, i see your friend. Hammered he was 'cause he was DJing with me! Not very good. Went to bathroom ages ago, haven't seen him since."
He hurried past Alguersuari (he never liked him anyway after Jaime refused to let him through one practice session) down to the stairs on his left to find the toilets with a horrible stench coming out of them. Sure enough, El_Bando was hunched over the toilet in his cubicle surrounded by EMSC's missing blow-up dolls, but they were all bloody. El_Bando had had his head bashed in with blow-up dolls! He heard footsteps behind him as most of the group (except BLS obviously) had seemingly followed him here.
"My dolls!" cried EMSC, "Don't judge me..."
They stuffed El_Bando's deceased body into the toilet and hit the flush button and they watched as he went down the toilet and silently but mutually knew that this wasn't over yet....
REMAINING PLAYERS:
- DHCanary
- Julius Caesar
- di Fredsta!
- BrightLampShade
- MaxWhiplash
- EternaMSC
Notes:
- It's the day cycle so now you can all argue about who's suspect, who isn't, etc, etc.
- Players, remember to vote (only once!) with a post containing "Vote: xxxx" nice and obviously. If you wish to change your vote, please edit rather than post anew.
- Sorry El_Bando, you can't post in this or subsequent day threads, on account of being dead. Feel free to rage beyond the grave in the discussion thread, but please don't say anything which indicates a potential killer. Dead people can't name names.
- This thread will be locked once a player has been lynched and the night cycle will begin again.
- Please note that nothing in the story is a true reflection of any individual player or events and should not be taken seriously with regards to voting.
I think I've made my mind up who I'm voting for!