It wasn’t my fault.
I asked you people to do two simple things.
One, place yourself in the house.
Two, to the killer you had to write out how you murdered ME!
But nobody murdered me! And since you couldn’t be bothered to kill me I had to kill all of you!
And I would have gotten away with too, if it weren’t for that meddiling Gyrate and his twin brother?
Originally said by Dirk Gently
Fiendishly clever, Zebra. Once I recognized the impossibility of you being both murderer and murdered, it all fell into place.
Great job, Gyrate, on finding the clues! I didn’t pay attention to the trailing acrostics or the colors. I’ll know better for next time.
It’s a fair cop.
Who wants a ham sandwich?
pulls out bloody meat cleaver
All those Agatha Christie books I read in my youth have finally paid off.
BTW, it also wasn’t lost on me that cadolphin was killed with a tuna net. Very droll indeed.
I got a good laugh when I read about my murder… how sick am I :eek: 
Very nicely done Zebra and Gyrate!!! I didn’t even come close to catching all the clues. I figured it had to be Zebra only because he was the only one in the house at the time of the first murder who hadn’t been accused. Not at all scientific.
When does the next round begin? This was fun. Great idea Zebra. Thanks
Kathy
I’m going out of town tomorrow and will be away from the internet till Tuesday.
If somebody would volunteer to be host then potential murders could email him or her how they kill, let’s make the first JoeTroll He’s imaginary anyway.
Remember there have to be fiendish clues as to who the murderer is in your story.
So who will volunteer to be the host for the next round?
I should also point out that being the killer is a high pressure job.
I literally woke up at 3 am wondering “Did they catch me? Should I go kill someone? Who should I kill? Should I kill the person making all the accusations? But they’re wrong, killing off the person not getting the clues can’t be a good thing! But each time you kill someone the list of suspects dwindles!” Plus you worry is your clues are too obvious or too oblique.
It’s a lot of work killing people but it can be very rewarding.
I am no longer lost.
More killings!
More killings!
<shoots NoClueBoy>
Happy now?
What a senseless waste of human life…
We have a new murder. Same setting Gyrate?
Kathy
I prefer to think of it as “assisted suicide.” 
It would take a few days for me to put together a worthy successor to Zebra’s little game (apart from the rest of my life, I’m also supposed to be putting together a pub quiz for the next Londope, which isn’t done yet). I’ll see what time permits, but if anyone else wants to attempt one in the meantime, go right ahead.
This was a good game, Zebra.
Grumble grumble, smug know-it-all Mycroft, grumble grumble…
I object. I didn’t get to be killed!
But I did get to look at all Zebra’s nifty imaginary books.
Flash back
Kat wandered through the immense library. This was the largest private collection of books she had ever seen. The deeper she went into the library the older the books seemed to get and the thicker the layer of dust on them. She walked down one aisle and after realizing that it was a dead end she turned around and as she went back to the corner she noticed her foot prints on the carpet. Her foot prints and another set of foot prints!
Who’s there? She called.
There was no reply but after a moment she heard a floor board creak.
Is there anybody there? She asked the large room.
She decided to head back to the front where the fire was going but she was now turned around the shelves of books. Every turn she though would lead to the main area only lead to more books and ultimately back to the dead end. Now she could clearly hear footsteps pacing her on the other side of the shelves. She hit a dead end and turned and ran back but she again hit a dead end. She was trapped in a corridor of books. Then a large book fell from the high shelf and landed right in front of her.
Kat shrieked and jumped but another book fell and hit her shoulder. She staggered down the hall and then another large book hit her leg. She fell to the ground and looked up to see an avalanche of books fall on her. The heavy books crushed the bookish Kat to death.
The killer fished her body out from under the pile and carried her back to the front and sat her in the most comfy chair in front of the fire. In her dead hands he placed a book on the equines of Africa.
(and he took a major look down her shirt, it’s good to be the killer)
I think the killer is a “HE”. Boy, I`m good.
Hybrid_Dogfish!!!, did it in the library-corridor-place/area with the books.
I’m not dead yet.
I’m getting better.
I think I’ll just go for a walk…