3 people, Squirl
Puck would fit my round theory, too.
(pucks are round)
The last murder doesn’t fit that theory, though.
I’m not dead yet, either…
OK, PucksRaven
NCB, you were accused already though sweetie.
~J
I have a killer smile!
btw, if you can come up with reasons why clues point to erictelevision…
I’m not accusing, tho. Already used mine for this round.
And yet there were no correct accusations in this round.
It’s me…from beyond the grave…
All I have to say is you guys better find my killer and avenge me!! Sorry…can’t say who it was…I wasn’t looking sigh
Actually WomanofScorn you did tell or at least you tried to tell.
I am sculking through the wine cellar intent on finding fresh bloo----errr wine. Tis dark and damp down here, so lovely!
I believe I said…
corn nuts…
Spider webs are pretty…
I’m not dead yet…
<another gargoyle lands on Gyrate>
My spirit can’t rest until the killer is punished. Can’t anyone hear me?!?!?!? ZEBRA It was Zebra who killed me.
- …gurgle…spoit…ack…*
<thud>
I walk through the house to the study, scene of the first crime to loook for clues ppl may have missed, on the way i pass a table with an assortment of weapons and fruit. In true hollywood style, I take an apple…
I wander around the house. Lost. As usual.
There’s only one entry on my list from before the first murder that hasn’t been eliminated yet.
I accuse Zebra!!! The initial, game-starting murder was faked! It’s made from people, I tell you, people!
Prove it!
At that moment, Gyrate’s older, wiser and less unstable brother Mycroft strolled into the house through the remnants of the burst front door and gazed levelly at the terrified survivors of the night’s events.
“My brother was quite right, you know,” he quipped. “The name of the murderer has been right in front of you all along, spelled out for you in clear detail.”
“Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you talking about?”, someone at the back cried out. “Gyrate came in, waving a lethal-looking bit of furniture, muttered something about having the wrong address, and then got squashed by a falling gargoyle. Sure, he mentioned Zebra, but when did he name him as the murderer?”
“As for who I am, I refer you to the first paragraph above. And as for what I’m talking about: Gyrate named the killer in his dying breath, just before the second gargoyle hit him,” said Mycroft. "Naturally he would have forgotten that you wouldn’t understand Torgese, an obscure dialect spoken only in the more remote areas of Mindanao. If you had, however, you would have known that “Gurgle spoit ack” is Torgese for Ice Station Zebra, the late 1960’s Rock Hudson movie WomanofScorn was watching when she died. Of course, you will be familiar with the movie’s tagline: ‘Remember The Name – Your Life May Depend On It!’ How tragic that he’d realized this too late to save himself…”
“But you said the killer’s name was spelled out clearly! How the hell were we supposed to know who it was based on some obscure and fictional language?”
“The killer was clever – too clever – in that there were clues left at the scene of each crime. cadolphin was able to grasp some red and white roses before being drowned; naturally, in the clear moonlight these would have appeared to be black and white. That, combined with the dark stripes that Blackeyes was able to leave on the white steps, should have been enough to suggest the black-and-white stripes of a zebra.”
“Roses in moonlight? That’s hardly clear either!”
“You require it spelled out for you? Very well. Let’s return to the scene of Mullinator’s unfortunate pruning:
”It’s all there, pointed out for you in the metaphorical equivalent of big flashing arrows.
And if that wasn’t clear enough for you, look at the scene of my own dear brother’s death:
”Could it have been made any clearer for you?”
“And finally, of course, the facts that Zebra was looking at faked art at the time of his so-called death and that his body was never found should have made you suspicious. Frankly, I don’t know how the rest of you have survived this long.”
Mycroft fell silent and puffed smugly at his pipe.
There was a shocked silence. Then, as if by agreement, the gathered masses fell upon Mycroft and beat him to death with his own pipe, realizing that if there was anything they hated more than a homicidal killer it was a smug know-it-all.
So, Zebra set all this up in order to get people into his house to kill them, he truly is an evil man. All the time we were unwitting pawns in the twisted fantasy of that deranged psychopath. Can someone move Mycrof’s corpse, before it bleeds on the carpet?