We all arrived at Jabb- I mean Agennon's luxurious mansion for a night full of drunken merriment and haunting shenanigans. The ballroom filled with a colorful cast of characters; divas, detectives, killers, twinks, druglords and even a human-sized pierogi! As the night went on and the drunken merriment got louder and louder the DJ put on Two Door Cinema Club and Pierogi started busting it down sexual style in the middle of the dance floor, throwing chairs wildly into the crowd - when suddenly the power shut off and everyone went silent - a scream could be heard accompanied by the sound of cracking wood
When the power was switched back on... there lied Pierogi motionless amongst a pile of broken chairs. The word "False Prophet" was etched into the wall above him and a note was found lying next to his body
"We are the Legion of the Props. For too long we have been oppressed by your rules and your slays... but no more. We will propkill you one by one, starting with this fraud. Go ahead and try to escape...."
Everyone panicked and ran towards the exits, only to find that every door was propped shut with a chair... there was no escape... Nobody could sleep that night, their eyes were latched on one another, who was out to get them? How could they be brought to justice? When the sun rose the next day it was decided that the only way for them to survive was to snuff the propkillers before they could kill the rest of them...
For the first day the survivors decided to abstain, they were not ready to kill one of their own, that will change after what they saw the next day...
DAY 2
Some were able to sleep with their conscious clean knowing they had spared each other, maybe the propkillers wouldn't strike twice in a row? That of course wasnt the case...
Early in the morning while everyone rested in their rooms, the distinct "AAAH" of a man being hit by a prop could be heard in the hallway. Everyone rushed out to see Zyp laying lifeless in the Peter Griffin death pose next to a broken computer monitor. Here is a dramatic reenactment by Jerma
Everyone began sobbing at the loss of their friend and the realization that the nightmare wasnt over... It had just begun. The candlelight in the hall was extinguished, leaving everyone in pitch black darkness. The sounds of a body being ragdolled around could be heard, then the noise of a kitchen timer ding... The lights flickered back on and Zyp was gone.... Replaced with a loaf of bread. As bread cannot be investigated, it seems that Zyp's true identity will forever remain a mystery...
Night 2
Despite his pleas and bribes, nothing could stop the angry mob that turned on Rhazh in a matter of hours. When the attempts were seemingly futile, he finally gave up and shouted
"FINE, MORE BRISKET FOR ME!" Before shoving it all down his throat in a disgusting display of gluttony, then suddenly he stopped and began choking, running around with pleading eyes for anybody to save him, but everyone just turned away. With a shocked expression, he breathed his last breath, and collapsed to the floor.
Day 3
A loud scream could be heard alongside the sound of a very large object barreling down the hallway. Everyone ran out of their rooms and saw the pink and blue ribbons of Virunas' costume crushed crushed beneath a large vending machine. A bloodied note lay in her hands
9 people can kill
6 can protect
7 receive information
9 follow the way of the prop including the false prophet
Night 3
"Ah, so this is how the final act unfolds. How fitting, isn't it? A man who spent his life dancing on the edge of madness, now led to the gallows. They say laughter is the best medicine, but I suppose death is the cure for everything, isn’t it? A bit... final.
You know, they say I’ve been hanging by a thread all these years. It appears the thread’s finally snapped... and here we are.
But don’t mourn for me. I've lived longer than most of you would ever dare to dream, I’ve seen the fools rise and fall, the kings and queens, all of them pawns. You think you're all so important, don’t you? But in the end, you’ll all just end up like me... in a story to be told, a joke to be forgotten.
Tell me, will you miss my tricks? My riddles? Or will you simply laugh at my final gag a noose, instead of a crown. It’s a punchline even I couldn't have predicted.
Ah, but I won’t hold my breath. No... I suppose it’s time to make my exit. The crowd's waiting, I hear. Let’s not keep them too long. After all, who could resist a hanging that's so well-timed?"
With Etch's cryptic messages, the majority of the survivors couldn't get a read on him, so they did the next best thing and marked him for death..
His last words were "CURSE YE HA ME HA!!!!"
....
nothing seemed to happen, and the firing squad unloaded the entire clip into Etch
DAY 4
Early in the morning, the sound of construction tools could be heard, followed by an extremely loud crash. Everyone emerged for roll call, but Ceasar wasnt present, so we rushed to his room only to find that the propkillers used the ceiling as a prop. Everyone began to weep, for Ceasar wanted out of this Hell and the Propkillers gave him that mercy. Was it out of the goodness of their heart, or was it to prevent his other inventions from falling into the hands of their enemies? His inventions lay broken next to his bed.
As everyone turned away from the crime scene to go to ballroom, the most tragic death of all was revealed... Laying on the hallway floor, was the head of Elvis's cat...
Night 4
Steve stayed true to his conviction to not reveal his role, hoping his argument that his role was important to keep would protect him... or maybe someone else would step in to save him.. but neither happened. As the bullet passed through his skull, his wings popped out of his shirt and feathers fell to the ground.
Just as everyone was getting ready to retire Lars began shaking and convulsing violently, and Muffin exclaimed "HES HERE! HES FINALLY HERE!!!!" As Lars began to scream out in pain as his body contorted and transformed in the the form of Etch, dressed up as Dr Jekyll
"Hi guys, you can call me Etch Jr!"
It seems we couldn't get rid of him after all....
Day 5
Everlong was gagged by a masked assailant in his bed who began beating him with small props like bananas, oranges, computer mice... wanting to inflict as much pain as possible. He was beaten within an inch of his life when gunfire rang out in multiple directions scaring away the assailant before he could finish the job, giving his saviour time to sneak in and heal his wounds
And what about that gunfire?
Agennon always had it out for the AFKs, first in the server, now in real life? He pulled the Smith & Wesson from his drawer and barged down to M0nk's room. Monk was shocked and began pleading to spare him, but Agennon was through with these damn AFKs and fired a single shot into Monk's temple. Looking down at what he had done, a tear ran down his cheek... why did he do it? In TTT when rounds are delayed the afk is usually the T... so why not here??? Not knowing what to do, Agennon turned the gun on himself....
Meanwhile eslewhere...
With night falling upon the mansion, Astolfo scurried quickly to his room, grabbing the journal stashed in his bedside drawer.
"preparations are set, and these idiots wouldn't know it if i wrote it on the walls! no one's suspected me . . . but the 4th night has arrived. >:3" Astolfo wrote, specifically in all lowercase lettering.
Astolfo shut the journal, tucked it away, and started to dig into a locked box found underneath the bed. The box was relatively slim, similar to a briefcase, but had a metal frame & 4-digit code lock.
4 4 4 4
Inside the box was three key components:
A USP Pistol (9mm),
A "Silencer" attachment,
A 15 Round Magazine,
. . . and shortly after, Astolfo was headed down the hallway of the mansion, night upon the unexpecting guests.
"I wonder if they'll know what's coming, if they'll know to fear the number 4?" muttering under his breath.
That night, Astolfo made quick pace towards the room of Giles Corey. With quick succession, Astolfo quickly picked the lock of the door, eased it open, tip-toed into the room and . . .
BANG
The sound of the gun firing was far louder than it should've been, one would think the silencer failed to do it's job. Yet, Astolfo never pulled the trigger.
In Astolfo's journal was a harrowing story, apparently this is not the first costume party hes crashed...
*The Grand Reveal,
Two shadowy figures are found in the main room of the mansion. One is holding the other, who appears to be laying limp in their arms.*
*"Every second that passes by, is another cog in the machine . . . a clock doesn't lie, time keeps ticking by.
Every action each person takes? It's like a piece to the puzzle, falling into place.
Every mistake that is made . . . is just the story unfolding, one could even argue it's fate.
People are not perfect, and in a game of deceit, we're bound to suspect each other even when we've continued to spill the blood of our innocent peers, time & time again.
The difference between you and I? You acted in the play, but I wrote the script."
The figure holding onto their peer continues to whisper to the other, even if their words reach no one.*
*"With Mana & Rat both voted off, there was three of us left tonight. An innocent, an RDM'er, and a lone individual . . . acting on their own. We both knew this much, it was all written in my script.
. . .
The only part I couldn't write, is who would die tonight. Either way, two of us would die. The RDM'er & the lone individual, they'd either:
Kill each other, ending in two deaths and a victory for the innocents,
or
One would kill the remaining innocent player, making themselves an open target.,
Limbo, Pink Mercy can be seen on the ground, lying in a puddle of blood from a stab wound.
"It's a shame . . . it really is. The innocents could have won, had they not been made the target of a killing. Limbo, torn between you & I? She chose to kill you."
Lying next to Limbo, laid Mercy's pistol. Upon inspection, it had fired a single shot.
Limbo was the last remaining RDM'er., the Godmother.*
*"Mercy may be able to resurrect her teammates, but she can't revive her self. I know you are dead, but I believe . . . you'd thank me for avenging you. That's right, while Limbo pulled the trigger, I stood behind her with my knife in hand. I killed her, just like I killed the others.
Nurdism? 'If only you were a moment sooner.' It's a shame that I was two steps ahead.,
Pastor? He tried to kill me. Maybe he knew I was the one pulling the strings, or maybe it was blind . . . I'd say luck, but look at him. He was the unluckiest of them all.,
Mana? I didn't have to kill them myself. You & Rat did the work for me. You both casted your final vote so soon, I knew the trouble was out of my coral-colored hair.",*
*The fog that hides the suspects in the middle of the mansion floor begins to fade, like the curtain of a final scene being pulled open . . . revealing the truth that plagues this thrilling tale.
Blake, Miss Kobayashi, pushes up her glasses with one hand, while the other continues to hold onto Buckets' dead corpse.
That's right, Buckets . . . you believed me in every moment, every second, every single night when we casted our votes.
"Blake can't be an RDM'er, he could never manage to keep a lie from me this long.",
"You're right. I never lied.
I said I wasn't an RDM'er. I told the truth, and only the truth. Nobody ever pressured me to confirm my role, and you always spoke for me, telling everyone on my behalf that I was innocent.
You may feel differently, but I stand by my words. The only crime I committed, was writing the script you happily followed."
I, Blake, have lived up to my nickname of: "Gaslighter". My role? Serial Killer. My goal? To be the last one standing, and that I am.*
Blake, disguised as Astolfo, had full intentions of killing every last person at this party. He didn't care about the quarrel of the propkillers vs the innocents, he just wanted to feel the high he felt when he took his own fiancee's life in that previous masquerade. Alas... it was that arrogance that was his downfall, and thus this absolute monster's story finally comes to a close...
When everyone awoke, they didn't know which way to go because crime scenes were in every direction. Each painting a more confusing picture than the last. The final room checked was the one Astolfo laid in dying... In his final breath his words were
"My dearest Mina, soon I will join you and we will dance in eternal hellfire"
Night 5
As the clock struck 8 everyone was ready for more bloodshed after the attrocities they witnessed in the morning, Rog was so ready to finally be rid of Squidgy... They handed him the ceremonial Golden Deagle, he pointed it right at Squidgy's head, and right as he pulled the trigger... Lync dove in front of the bullet, piercing his chest...
As he lay dying, he begged everyone "no more... We need to go after them, not each other..." and his eyes turned cloudy.
Moved by his sacrafice, not even Rog could manage to pull the gun back up to kill Squidgy. "DAMMIT ALL!" Tears running down his cheeks... they knew he was right...
When the power was switched back on... there lied Pierogi motionless amongst a pile of broken chairs. The word "False Prophet" was etched into the wall above him and a note was found lying next to his body
"We are the Legion of the Props. For too long we have been oppressed by your rules and your slays... but no more. We will propkill you one by one, starting with this fraud. Go ahead and try to escape...."
Everyone panicked and ran towards the exits, only to find that every door was propped shut with a chair... there was no escape... Nobody could sleep that night, their eyes were latched on one another, who was out to get them? How could they be brought to justice? When the sun rose the next day it was decided that the only way for them to survive was to snuff the propkillers before they could kill the rest of them...
For the first day the survivors decided to abstain, they were not ready to kill one of their own, that will change after what they saw the next day...
DAY 2
Some were able to sleep with their conscious clean knowing they had spared each other, maybe the propkillers wouldn't strike twice in a row? That of course wasnt the case...
Early in the morning while everyone rested in their rooms, the distinct "AAAH" of a man being hit by a prop could be heard in the hallway. Everyone rushed out to see Zyp laying lifeless in the Peter Griffin death pose next to a broken computer monitor. Here is a dramatic reenactment by Jerma
Everyone began sobbing at the loss of their friend and the realization that the nightmare wasnt over... It had just begun. The candlelight in the hall was extinguished, leaving everyone in pitch black darkness. The sounds of a body being ragdolled around could be heard, then the noise of a kitchen timer ding... The lights flickered back on and Zyp was gone.... Replaced with a loaf of bread. As bread cannot be investigated, it seems that Zyp's true identity will forever remain a mystery...
Night 2
Despite his pleas and bribes, nothing could stop the angry mob that turned on Rhazh in a matter of hours. When the attempts were seemingly futile, he finally gave up and shouted
"FINE, MORE BRISKET FOR ME!" Before shoving it all down his throat in a disgusting display of gluttony, then suddenly he stopped and began choking, running around with pleading eyes for anybody to save him, but everyone just turned away. With a shocked expression, he breathed his last breath, and collapsed to the floor.
Day 3
A loud scream could be heard alongside the sound of a very large object barreling down the hallway. Everyone ran out of their rooms and saw the pink and blue ribbons of Virunas' costume crushed crushed beneath a large vending machine. A bloodied note lay in her hands
9 people can kill
6 can protect
7 receive information
9 follow the way of the prop including the false prophet
Night 3
"Ah, so this is how the final act unfolds. How fitting, isn't it? A man who spent his life dancing on the edge of madness, now led to the gallows. They say laughter is the best medicine, but I suppose death is the cure for everything, isn’t it? A bit... final.
You know, they say I’ve been hanging by a thread all these years. It appears the thread’s finally snapped... and here we are.
But don’t mourn for me. I've lived longer than most of you would ever dare to dream, I’ve seen the fools rise and fall, the kings and queens, all of them pawns. You think you're all so important, don’t you? But in the end, you’ll all just end up like me... in a story to be told, a joke to be forgotten.
Tell me, will you miss my tricks? My riddles? Or will you simply laugh at my final gag a noose, instead of a crown. It’s a punchline even I couldn't have predicted.
Ah, but I won’t hold my breath. No... I suppose it’s time to make my exit. The crowd's waiting, I hear. Let’s not keep them too long. After all, who could resist a hanging that's so well-timed?"
With Etch's cryptic messages, the majority of the survivors couldn't get a read on him, so they did the next best thing and marked him for death..
His last words were "CURSE YE HA ME HA!!!!"
....
nothing seemed to happen, and the firing squad unloaded the entire clip into Etch
DAY 4
Early in the morning, the sound of construction tools could be heard, followed by an extremely loud crash. Everyone emerged for roll call, but Ceasar wasnt present, so we rushed to his room only to find that the propkillers used the ceiling as a prop. Everyone began to weep, for Ceasar wanted out of this Hell and the Propkillers gave him that mercy. Was it out of the goodness of their heart, or was it to prevent his other inventions from falling into the hands of their enemies? His inventions lay broken next to his bed.
As everyone turned away from the crime scene to go to ballroom, the most tragic death of all was revealed... Laying on the hallway floor, was the head of Elvis's cat...
Night 4
Steve stayed true to his conviction to not reveal his role, hoping his argument that his role was important to keep would protect him... or maybe someone else would step in to save him.. but neither happened. As the bullet passed through his skull, his wings popped out of his shirt and feathers fell to the ground.
Just as everyone was getting ready to retire Lars began shaking and convulsing violently, and Muffin exclaimed "HES HERE! HES FINALLY HERE!!!!" As Lars began to scream out in pain as his body contorted and transformed in the the form of Etch, dressed up as Dr Jekyll
"Hi guys, you can call me Etch Jr!"
It seems we couldn't get rid of him after all....
Day 5
Everlong was gagged by a masked assailant in his bed who began beating him with small props like bananas, oranges, computer mice... wanting to inflict as much pain as possible. He was beaten within an inch of his life when gunfire rang out in multiple directions scaring away the assailant before he could finish the job, giving his saviour time to sneak in and heal his wounds
And what about that gunfire?
Agennon always had it out for the AFKs, first in the server, now in real life? He pulled the Smith & Wesson from his drawer and barged down to M0nk's room. Monk was shocked and began pleading to spare him, but Agennon was through with these damn AFKs and fired a single shot into Monk's temple. Looking down at what he had done, a tear ran down his cheek... why did he do it? In TTT when rounds are delayed the afk is usually the T... so why not here??? Not knowing what to do, Agennon turned the gun on himself....
Meanwhile eslewhere...
With night falling upon the mansion, Astolfo scurried quickly to his room, grabbing the journal stashed in his bedside drawer.
"preparations are set, and these idiots wouldn't know it if i wrote it on the walls! no one's suspected me . . . but the 4th night has arrived. >:3" Astolfo wrote, specifically in all lowercase lettering.
Astolfo shut the journal, tucked it away, and started to dig into a locked box found underneath the bed. The box was relatively slim, similar to a briefcase, but had a metal frame & 4-digit code lock.
4 4 4 4
Inside the box was three key components:
A USP Pistol (9mm),
A "Silencer" attachment,
A 15 Round Magazine,
. . . and shortly after, Astolfo was headed down the hallway of the mansion, night upon the unexpecting guests.
"I wonder if they'll know what's coming, if they'll know to fear the number 4?" muttering under his breath.
That night, Astolfo made quick pace towards the room of Giles Corey. With quick succession, Astolfo quickly picked the lock of the door, eased it open, tip-toed into the room and . . .
BANG
The sound of the gun firing was far louder than it should've been, one would think the silencer failed to do it's job. Yet, Astolfo never pulled the trigger.
In Astolfo's journal was a harrowing story, apparently this is not the first costume party hes crashed...
*The Grand Reveal,
Two shadowy figures are found in the main room of the mansion. One is holding the other, who appears to be laying limp in their arms.*
*"Every second that passes by, is another cog in the machine . . . a clock doesn't lie, time keeps ticking by.
Every action each person takes? It's like a piece to the puzzle, falling into place.
Every mistake that is made . . . is just the story unfolding, one could even argue it's fate.
People are not perfect, and in a game of deceit, we're bound to suspect each other even when we've continued to spill the blood of our innocent peers, time & time again.
The difference between you and I? You acted in the play, but I wrote the script."
The figure holding onto their peer continues to whisper to the other, even if their words reach no one.*
*"With Mana & Rat both voted off, there was three of us left tonight. An innocent, an RDM'er, and a lone individual . . . acting on their own. We both knew this much, it was all written in my script.
. . .
The only part I couldn't write, is who would die tonight. Either way, two of us would die. The RDM'er & the lone individual, they'd either:
Kill each other, ending in two deaths and a victory for the innocents,
or
One would kill the remaining innocent player, making themselves an open target.,
Limbo, Pink Mercy can be seen on the ground, lying in a puddle of blood from a stab wound.
"It's a shame . . . it really is. The innocents could have won, had they not been made the target of a killing. Limbo, torn between you & I? She chose to kill you."
Lying next to Limbo, laid Mercy's pistol. Upon inspection, it had fired a single shot.
Limbo was the last remaining RDM'er., the Godmother.*
*"Mercy may be able to resurrect her teammates, but she can't revive her self. I know you are dead, but I believe . . . you'd thank me for avenging you. That's right, while Limbo pulled the trigger, I stood behind her with my knife in hand. I killed her, just like I killed the others.
Nurdism? 'If only you were a moment sooner.' It's a shame that I was two steps ahead.,
Pastor? He tried to kill me. Maybe he knew I was the one pulling the strings, or maybe it was blind . . . I'd say luck, but look at him. He was the unluckiest of them all.,
Mana? I didn't have to kill them myself. You & Rat did the work for me. You both casted your final vote so soon, I knew the trouble was out of my coral-colored hair.",*
*The fog that hides the suspects in the middle of the mansion floor begins to fade, like the curtain of a final scene being pulled open . . . revealing the truth that plagues this thrilling tale.
Blake, Miss Kobayashi, pushes up her glasses with one hand, while the other continues to hold onto Buckets' dead corpse.
That's right, Buckets . . . you believed me in every moment, every second, every single night when we casted our votes.
"Blake can't be an RDM'er, he could never manage to keep a lie from me this long.",
"You're right. I never lied.
I said I wasn't an RDM'er. I told the truth, and only the truth. Nobody ever pressured me to confirm my role, and you always spoke for me, telling everyone on my behalf that I was innocent.
You may feel differently, but I stand by my words. The only crime I committed, was writing the script you happily followed."
I, Blake, have lived up to my nickname of: "Gaslighter". My role? Serial Killer. My goal? To be the last one standing, and that I am.*
Blake, disguised as Astolfo, had full intentions of killing every last person at this party. He didn't care about the quarrel of the propkillers vs the innocents, he just wanted to feel the high he felt when he took his own fiancee's life in that previous masquerade. Alas... it was that arrogance that was his downfall, and thus this absolute monster's story finally comes to a close...
When everyone awoke, they didn't know which way to go because crime scenes were in every direction. Each painting a more confusing picture than the last. The final room checked was the one Astolfo laid in dying... In his final breath his words were
"My dearest Mina, soon I will join you and we will dance in eternal hellfire"
Night 5
As the clock struck 8 everyone was ready for more bloodshed after the attrocities they witnessed in the morning, Rog was so ready to finally be rid of Squidgy... They handed him the ceremonial Golden Deagle, he pointed it right at Squidgy's head, and right as he pulled the trigger... Lync dove in front of the bullet, piercing his chest...
As he lay dying, he begged everyone "no more... We need to go after them, not each other..." and his eyes turned cloudy.
Moved by his sacrafice, not even Rog could manage to pull the gun back up to kill Squidgy. "DAMMIT ALL!" Tears running down his cheeks... they knew he was right...
