Ultimate Paradise

First off, ^5 all you supporters who gave me support last story.

*^5*

SECOND OFF

THIS IS NOT A NORMAL USER STORY


THIS

IS


SPARTA

...
...

Moar like Spatta? <__<


Anyway.

This is a partly interactive story. Basically, we're in a mansion. *dramatic chord* Secondly, there's a murderer on the loose! *dramatic chord* THIRDLY, YOU GUYS MUST FIND THE MURDERER THROUGH OUR DETECTIVES!! *another dramatic chord, and groan*

IT MIGHT BE FUN

WE'LL SEE



What I shall do is post sections of story. Such as "Ingslayer is now dead." But in a lot more words. Story, you know. Then YOU guys will TAKE THE EVIDENCE and the CLUES. You attempt to come up with a reasonable idea and you QUESTION the SUSPECT!!!


Such as!


Me:
Ingslayer yawned as he got up at 5:33 Saturday morning at the mansion. He lumbered over to the kitchen and prepared some pancakes. Ingslayer, being the awkward individual he is, wanted to make his very own breakfast and not eat what the others made him. As he began to make the pancakes he searched for the syrup. Finding it, he poured it generously over his golden brown pancakes and took a bite. His face turned purple as he coughed and retched AND HE FELL TO THE GROUND, NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN

Poster guy Dustin:
Was there poison in the syrup?

Me:
Detective Masterman tests the syrup and finds cyanide in it.

Poster guy Dustin:
Check around for fingerprints on the syrup bottle itself.

Me:
A tuft of brown fur is found near the cap that Ingslayer PROBABLY DIDN'T NOTICE

Poster guy Dustin:
Could it be...LUIGIKONG BECAUSE KONGS HAVE BROWN FUR!?!?!?!?

[LK gets dragged in for questioning]

[Dustin proceeds to question LK. I am now LK, you see]

Dustin: Did you put cyanide in the syrup? (lol, blunt)

Me: *as LK* No...why would I kill Ingslayer?


I think you get it.


Next post will show THE FIRST BIT OF STORY AND IT WILL COME IN A FEW HOURS OR LESS

=O.

Can I be an actual Ermine this time? Reg size or human size doesn't matter to me.

PROLOGUENESSSTUFFFFFFFF GO


Ermine put down his copy of brawl. "I'm afraid I'm about to hear Pika's down taunt for 8 minutes. I'm-a go check my mail!"
The 6 foot tall ermine (WUT) hopped out of his house and stealthily crawled to his mailbox for reasons he wishes not to disclose. He carefully broke open the mailbox, stuffed the mail in his mouth, and rushed back into the house. HOWEVER, HE WAS NOT UNSEEN...

[DarkNight11 is across the street]

"AH-HA! I SAW YOU!" he screeched. "NOW I WILL KNOW WHERE TO STUFF THAT ELK I WAS PLANNING TO PRANK YOU WITH!"
DarkNight also decided to check his mail. He took the letter out of his mailbox like a normal being and strolled back into his house and swiftly opened it, and read it aloud so we know what it says.

Dear every resident of Brawlers Paradise that I sent this to;
I, being extremely cool and having friends, have decided to host a party. Items are on. Free for all. Everyone's coming. Feel free to stay for more than one night though; CAUSE I BUILT MAHSELF AN AMUSEMENT PARK AND I DOESNT AFRAID OF ANYTHING. Have fun, come enjoy yourselves.

Sincerely,
Sasori1122

P.S. we have running water

"WOW, he wants ME to come to HIS party!?" scoffed Ermine. He read a bit further. "WHAT!? RUNNING WATER!? DUDE I'M DEFINITELY COMING"

[Clip of DN and Ermine jumping onto a plane and flying to Sasoriland]
[Clip of Spat flying to Sasoriland]
[Clip of GSD exploding]

*22.5 hours later, they're all there. The party is pretty much over, but the RPers are still going strong*

"Yeah for existence!" Spazzy yelled as he backflipped.
"AHMA ELEPHANT!!!" Siax refuses to make sense in the early morning.

But suddenly.

A window shatters.

A tennis ball comes flying into the window...but it's on fire.

The tennis ball hits Nubchaos in the chest. However, spazzy had earlier dumped a tank of gasoline on Nub during a playful joke...

NUBCHAOS HAS BECOME A BEACON OF LIGHT BY ACCIDENT.

Loud footsteps are heard in the silence except for Rick Astley's hit single "We're no strangers to love" playing in the background.


...


WHO DUN IT!?

DEAD:
NubChaos

ALIVE:
The rest of BP (it's a rather large thing)

Flamesnake did it because his name is like flame!

I wasn't really meaning those deductions, I was using a poor example.

I would mean more like, think a motive, what would they do, does it relate in any obscure way.

<Fail'd>

;_;

Who dumped the petrol on him?

Spazzypeanut

I can actually see him do that lol

I was thinking the same thing lol >.>

yay I'm a poster guy!

Anyways... was anyone outside of the mansion during the time that the incident happened?

Has there been anything left outside the window?

Detective Fooby: Yeah. There's a purpleish tennis racket, I saw when I walked past. Maybe the killer dropped it and ran...we need to do something now though.

A) Bring in people from outside to question
B) Bring in Spazzy, as he poured the gas on Nub
C) Ask around and see if anyone saw people coming in and out

A) or B)

Genius story.

B by the way.

Spazzypeanut gets ushered into the question room

Spazzy: WHAT THE HECK DID I DO

Spazzy sees interrogation tools

Spazzy: O.o

Detective Fooby: Ah, it's just for show.

Detective LuigiKong: ya rly. Now...

Judg dashes into the room

Judg: WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO YOUR DEFENSE?!

Spazzy: ...:'u

Judg: LIIIIIES

Detective randomguy: Shut up Judg. Now, Spazzy, why did you pour petrol on Nub?

Spazzy: Why not?

Fooby: He poses a good point.

Spazzy: Wait, why am I being questioned? What happened?

Fooby: Tennis, Nub died, your fault.

Spazzy: Ding dong, the witch is dead...

Fooby: Your gasoline shenanigans set him alight when a flaming ball flew into him. How do we know you aren't the murderer or you're in cahoots with him?

Spazzy: Or her. Anyway, I was just goofing off. Seriously. Ask anyone there, I did it laughingly. Then I went to bed almost right after.


WHAT DO YOU DO NOW

A) Release Spazzy and question the people who were hanging around near the staircase, where anyone would go/leave for bed
B) Keep Spazzy isolated
C) Wait it out till the next murder so you have more information (Specify release/hold Spazzy)
D) Examine the racket and window (Specify release/hold Spazzy)

"Ding dong the witch is dead." I found that very suspicious. -_o

D. Hold Spzzy.

D. Hold.

Specially 'cos of the "or her" comment.

LuigiKong looks at the racket
LK: No prints or anything...it looks like Waluigi's racket.
random checks out the window
random: There is a smudge here. It's sort of fresh too...wait, there's more. You have to take off gloves or something to get through this window. There's more here.

after searching, random falls through a trap door

random: And this was clearly a brilliant move!

LK tosses down a flashlight. Random jumps back up after more searching

random: It seems as though...*holds up used razor*

Fooby: Gasp!

Dead
NubChaos
Raizor





WHAT DO YOU DO NOW

You get to think up your own option this time.

I laughed. Hard.

Check Raizor for finger prints.

Fooby puts on gloves so as to not make prints and carefully takes Raizor out of the ditch

random: Don't break him!!!

Fooby: Sorry. <_<

Fooby: Ok, prints here...

SUPERSPEED ANYLAZATION

Judg rushes through the room

Judg: MAH PANTS MAH PANTS MAH PANTS

Fooby: Looks like 911's and random's.

Suspicious glare

random: Does it look like I have stubble to you?

Fooby: You shaved it off.

random: Oh, please. We were playing a game of rock, paper, and scissors.

Fooby: ...

random: We kind of had to help him make rock. He was doing paper pretty much every time.

Fooby: Ah.

Now what?

Interrogate 911.

Eat some Cherry pie with Ermine.

xD This is awesome; are you still doin git?

And if you are, question -911-, but not directly; sort of be like "So, about those murders...." and if he just goes along with it and doesn't say "Murders? Yu mean, more than one?" then he'll be even more suspicious...

Dagnabbit, forgot about this again.


Fooby: To the escape pod!! ...Er...upstairswards. <_<

random: I'm pretty sure Raizor's best friend wouldn'--

Fooby: THIS IS SPARTA!! Anything can happen!!

Fooby dashes upstairs

random: <_<

LK: >_>

random: ...Yeah.

Fooby falcon punches 911's door down and springs onto his head

Spriing_Loaded: Ow ;_;

911: What the cherry pie?

Ermine: *is eating pie in the corner of the room*

Fooby: Ooh, pie. *goes over and eats pie*

random and LuigiKong come upstairs and see 911's door splintered into 22.5 pieces

911: ...Hi.

random: ...Word?

LuigiKong: *looks around* Hey, where's Raizor?

911: I dunno. We were playing manhunt outside and I never found him. So...we all went to bed and left him.

random: Left him for dead?

911: *raises eyebrow* I wouldn't quite say that, but--

random holds up mangled raizor

911: It looks like he's sleeping...

random: Uh, does he normally shave people in his sleep?

911: Someone tried to mow the lawn with him outside.

random: Is that like, equivalent to its virginity?

911: ...I have no idea.

Everyone glances at the razor awkwardly

911: But yeah...I don't know what happened to him.



What now?

Interrogate Random.
Torture must be involved.

Leave my room, and never come again.

911 suddenly turns into an octopus and scares everyone out of the room.

911: Can't a guy have some privacy when he--....

random: <_<

911: You need a BP gold account to finish reading that sentence.

Fooby: WHY DID I HAVE TO DELETE MY ACCOUNT THEN

Judg: INTERROGATE INTERROGATE

Fooby: Where'd you come from?

Judg: It ALL started when a man and a woman loved each other very mu--

Fooby: Ok, ok. <_<

random: No, go on.

Fooby: <_<

random: ...Please?

Judg: You are so suspicious.

random: Go back to your little...wherever you just were.

Fooby: no u

Judg: randomguy is clearly a crook.

LK: Excuse me.

Judg: What?

LK: You MUST be politically correct.

Judg: ...randomguy is...clearly an...unsavory character.

LK: There you go.

random: What? I am not.

Judg starts beating random with a blunt pipe

Fooby: Bwaqqqqhhh!

LK: <___<? *ties Judg up and throws him into a sack* No beating up the detectives.

Judg is taken to a holding room


What will you do with Judg?


A) Interrogation (torture)
B) Interrogation (no torture)
C) Let him be in the room for a while
D) Figure out what happened to Spazzy because I forgot
E) Other


Only one of these will yield needed results, a couple might lead to it later though.

D.

A is just....too easy of a choice.

>_>

The option that is A.

I was HOPING someone would break the tie...


I'll get to work on this later today. <_<

D.

Muwahahaha!

Well, each choice was going to have a different result, and you'll see how this goes...


random: Just go into the holding room J--hey, wait, we left Spazzy in there...

Fooby: Oops.

LK: That was an accident..?

They enter the holding room, Spazzy looking like he now has rabies. He sees Judg coming in--Judg, who had accused him and wanted him tortured

Spazzy: YOU!

Judg: Uh...I--

Spazzy begins to nom on Judg's leg

Judg: GOOD CRAP

random and LK wrestle Spazzy outside and tie him up

Judg: Augh...that hurt...

Foobz bandages Judg's leg

Judg: Ahhrgh...

Fooby: Pain meds, dood. *feeds*

Judg: Ok, ok...sorry about that little spazzing out there.

Fooby: Why'd you do that and go all crazy at random?

Judg: Because...someone wanted me seeding out suspicion elsewhere...

Fooby: Who?

Judg: ...I...if...I can't tell you...it's like he's got eyes over everywhere here...

Fooby: Come on, just let me know! We'll get him.

Judg: Honestly...I would if I could, b--

The door is broken down. A mangled Spazzypeanut is thrown in, knocking Fooby off his chair. Spazzy and the heavy chair collapse on fooby, preventing him from getting up. Judg tries to get into a crouched position but is nailed with a small, pirate-like sword in the back. Judg cries out in pain and passes out.


Continued next post

Fooby threw off the chair. He looked at Spazzy - dead for sure. Completely forgetting about Judg and thinking there was a murderer on the loose, he dashed out the door.

He notices the entire mansion has grown very dark. That, coupled with it being night, prevents him from seeing all too well. As he turns the corner, he catches sight of a figure moving away. Taller than him, yes, but no match for the epic foobyzudzorz. Fooby sneaked up behind him...

~~~just a bit earlier~~~
LuigiKong had gotten too anxious of the commotion. Telling randomguy "Wait here" in a quiet voice, he slipped away and went downstairs. Not quite remembering where it had been, he wandered the halls a bit. He heard a noise behind him, and whipped around.

Fooby: ...LuigiKong?

LK: Foobs!?

Fooby: Where's random?

LK: *shrug* I left him upstairs. What's going on...?

Fooby: I haven't got a clue...Spazzy's dead, Judg might be dead, random...gah, this is terrible...

LK: We gotta get to random.

LK and Fooby find random--still out cold, but alive.

LK: I wonder why he was left like this...

Fooby: We have to tackle this in the morning. It's too dark now...


~END OF THIS CHAPTER!~

~IT IS NOW 7 AM BRAWLERS PARADISE TIME. NO MORE MURDERS OCCURRED DURING THE NIGHT.~



You guys are now free to question whoever, inspect wherever, or do anything.



Also, since random, fooby, and lk are injured, you guys are all now the detectives as well...sort of similar to an RP but not really. Basically, just post what you're going to do, who you're questioning, where you're going to inspect and if you want anybody to keep tabs on.



Other idea:


Do you guys want me to write the story parts in first person instead of third person?
 

First-person, but jump around.

Will do.


Now, what do you guys want to do?


(Some options could be inspecting where LK/random heard the commotion, questioning the detectives or anyone who might've seen the killer)

To make things easier, right now everyone alive in the mansion is at the breakfast table.




DEAD
Nubchaos
Raizor
Spazzypeanut

>_> Replacing all the lightbulbs, and welding the switches on.

*lights are now on in the mansion*


Upgraded-Form: Yay. Eating in the dark fails.

Ask around "Did you see anything suspicious last night?"

<Having difficulty holding his glass of water in his paws>

I love water!

<Eats some cookies at the breakfast table as well>

Im liking this so far.....

Have a poke around the commotion.

*Walks around the mansion, looking for any suspicious activity.*

*Trips on air*

DEAD
NubChaos
Raizor
SpazzyPeanut
Ingslayer

Alibis?

Even though no one's going to believe "I walked in and found him like that..."

Ask for an autopsy.

I thought everyone currently alive was at a breakfast table, and yet I was in a bed? That's pretty confusing. Moar specific, pl0x.

You nearly got killed.

You don't go from knife-into-back to breakfast table, sir.



Judg, HousecallDoc, and a couple other people I've injured and forgot about are not at the table.


Doc: Hawk, I'll do that eventually. But using my epic psychic powers, he's been dead for 5-7 hours.

During the night, yes?

*shrugs* Suggestions?

Fake someone's death to confuse the killer and get him/her to slip up.

Sounds good. You just volunteered.

o_o

*loads a gun*

>_>

Well?

Woah!.....woah, woah,woah.....can't I just put ketchup on myself or something??

That'll fool the killer!</sarcasm>

*sigh* whatever....

*puts on bullet proof vest with fake blood pack lining it*

Alright.....don't miss the damn vest.

*closes eyes and braces for impact*

*shoots Spring in the armour, pockets the gun*

*shrugs* Ok, then. *pokes around in the washing machine where Ing was stuffed*

Acck!!!

*falls down; "blood" spreads across clothing*


Ahhh...... you guys are going to have to wait a while to 'find' me.....if I'm still crying by the time you guys come back, it won't be convincing......*wimpers*

:'(

So much for that....

You guys and your ideas.  ;)


However, with some thought one of you could use some logical reasoning and find out something to narrow it down possibly...


I may construct the next scene soon.

It's time for some first person. This writing is from Jake's perspective.

I was kinda surprised I was awake so early. I usually get up a heck of a lot later. Something was just in the air, though. I figured out just what when I learned about the murders...it's sad to see them all go. I'm knowing some more about it now, though Fooby, random, and LuigiKong know a lot more...Triforce, 911, Upgraded-Form, Hawk, Doc and I know quite a bit too.

I couldn't believe it. Spring gone before we could even pull out an idea. The killer seems to be ahead of us in every way.

Someone call a paramedic. We'll need 'em.

It's noon right now...everyone's waking up or doing whatever. Some people know and are all...gloomy...some people are just pretending nothing's happening.

Me? I'm going to stay out of harm's way at all costs.





This writing is from Doc's perspective.

What a night. 5 murders. More injuries. One guy still in the little random unused convenient room we're using for the 'hospital.'

Judg is getting better. A knife to the back? Painful. He'll be ok. But really...what was that about the killer...using him? Does he know the killer? Is he afraid of him? It takes some for Judg to be afraid. Also, why the heck is the author injuring everyone who actually participates? Dang...

We're running out of time before the next murder. He's on the prowl now. We need to do something.

INTERACTIVE GUESSING!!
The killer is in one of the following six rooms. Pick a room in order to attempt to prevent a murder. You guess right, no murder, maybe a clue...you guess wrong, someone dies.

A. Gaming room
B. Swimming pool
C. Lounge
D. Bathroom (<_<)
E. Laundry room
F. The rafters upstairs

G. I'm Kitchen.

I'm still hungry!

Ermine: <Eats a few more cookies>

You have a train of logic no-one could follow.

Send off funny liquid for analasis, I guess C.

Just for that statement, you are made of win.


Anyway, that one isn't quite my train of thought but just a little thinking...

Will type up next section in a bit.

DEAD
NubChaos
Raizor
SpazzyPeanut
Ingslayer
Spring
SA2





From Hawk's perspective--


I sighed as I leaned back in the chair...comfy, yeah, but I couldn't sleep, rest, or anything. We'd lost another one to the killer. 6 guys were dead now...And he was ever on the loose.

Doc came in and shook my hand and explained what the liquid was. It was apparently some sort of poison, Doc said, which was more than likely what killed Ingslayer.

That didn't make a lot of sense. Poison..? Most of the kills had been fast and maybe Ing would be able to get away and tell someone...

Doc went into more detail. There was quite the mark on Ing's head. He apparently was knocked out and poisoned afterward...I guess a little bit slipped from his mouth or something. The killer probably didn't expect us to find even a trace of his death...

Crafty killer is crafty.

Very crafty killer.........

From Ermine's perspective.

I was down in the cellar with Unreal. We loved to hang out. I was munching on some cookies from the kitchen and we were just talking. We heard some really loud footsteps heading down and didn't think much at first, and I, true to my AIM name, wandered away toward the ping pong table.

I heard a slight "shing!" as I walked around. I paused briefly. It sounded like a sword...

I ran over to Unreal, who was backed in a corner. I freaked out and tried to hide. The guy had Unreal trapped and was massive, over 6 feet tall...Unreal didn't have a chance and neither did I. But if we worked together...

I couldn't think of what to do, and realized...he has a sword. What can I do? I just shuddered and shook behind the cabinet I was hiding near.

Unreal took a small gasp. "So...it was you..." he said quietly. I guessed that the guy had taken off his mask. I wanted so much to look but was petrified he'd see and kill me. "Yes, it was me," replied the killer in an obviously disguised, deep, raspy voice...I guess in case anyone was down here like me. "And you...have seen too much," he continued. I heard the sword whistle through the air, and already knew what had happened as I heard the killer's large frame quickly trot up the steps.

I dislodged myself from my hiding spot. Unreal was decapitated.

Do you just cntrl-F your name? XD

GO AHEAD AND HELP!!!


Trust me.


it'll work.


You'll see.

Just say what you want to do.

LOOLOLOLOLOL

we is dead.

Alright, I genuinely lol'd.

.......call Batman.

C. A person; you choose

you choose

YOU CHOOSE

WHO!?!?!?


Who d'you want to investigate?

*dramatic chipmunk*

*reads* Wow...

Hehehe...

I'll stick with B. Why poison?

CCCCCCCCC!

But... I'm brave... I would have saved Unreal... =(

*Sneaks in*
>_> <_< <_<
O_O <_< <_<
*poof*(0_0 )(0_0 )

And how the hell would you know he's wearing a maskfrom some oil slots?!? *suspicious*

Ermine: <Plays Unreal at Checkers with cookies as the pieces>

Unreal: Hah! Take that!

Ermine: Uhh Uhh Uhh... well... OM NOM NOM NOM <Eats the pieces and runs off>

So why aren't I dead from the fumes? Besides, where would he get a mask from?

Oh, ok.

So...Unreal's the Force? That's pretty awesome.

B.

No matter what happens, Unreal, SA2 and I have to appear just as Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker did at the end of Return of the Jedi.

F. Make Judg give Ermine back his lunch money.

Ermine: I'm hungry ya know!

>_>

if youre running out of people to kill, you can always kill off Gaffit...or 911....

B and D

Hm, didn't plan so well for this one. I guess I'll simply do B.

Story later today.

Judg: BUT I WANNA BE ALONE ITS SCARY HAVING RANDOM WATCH ME DRESS

random: Wheeheeehee...



Judg and random are safe inside Judg's random. Knock on Judg's door; random hides in the closet.

Person: Hm...thanks for not revealing me.

Judg: Did I have a CHOICE!? I'd be dead now and you know it.

Person: That you would.

Judg: I know. Hence why I said it.

Person: Indeed.

Judg: Yep.

Person: Yeah.

[awkward silence]

Person: However, I'm-a have to get rid of the threat anyway. Enough are close enough to finding more about me.

[randomguy walks out of closet]

random: Sowwy dood. Fraid I can't let you do that.

Person: Oh yes you can. *suddenly turns and punches random. random counters, and attacks back*

Person: Srsly?

random: Srsly.

Judg: srsly...

random: Srsly!!

Person: SRSLY!?!?

Judg: For srs?

random: Yes.

Judg: You sure?

random: I am.

Judg: Hey, where did the killer go?

random: --Oh, crap.

[Killer is nowhere to be found; plan is unsuccessful.]


What now?

Get Ermine to get the killer's scent and sniff him/her out

Wow judg. Me typing "srsly?" in there was prophetic to your post on the wifi board..

SRSLY, RITE?

Smack us both for letting the killer get away?

Can I eats him?

*captain falcon breaks in and paunches Judg and random*

CF: YOU FAIL!

Typing up actual story tomorrow. <_< Too tired now.

Ow. ):
















































*brain explodes*

And this is why I prefer pinhole video cameras...

Gettting even more intense.......

More later this weekend, I promise.

So how bout dat mystery?

3

Can I kill someone with my nose?

Use a manwich as bait