Re: M&P: Hospital of Murders

[VGCats_Rocks]

( BUT WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY )

[Snickie]

I think what Cats is trying to say is that there have been 14 ends to days since you posted your last post.

[cya6]

I'm really really sorry. I've been awful with this latest installment.
I'll get it done today, I promise

[cya6]

Kay 0
Atlas 1
Soul 2

(At this crucial point in the game, our players desperately cast their votes, with the hopes that no more will die. Let’s see how they fare…)

“What do you mean, it’s time?” Soul asked.
Before anyone could answer, there was a crash from the other room, and the three ran in to see what caused the sound.
They ran into one of the treatment rooms, where there was a small box on the ground, and a hole in the wall that hadn’t been there before. The box was covered with what looked like sand, though on closer inspection, was really gold, powdered very fine as to resemble glittering sand.
The three glanced at each other, before Atlas took a few steps forward, a glint of fear in his eyes. He opened the box, and instantly a look of anger crossed his face.
He pulled out what looked like an old, antique pistol. It was ornately decorated, with snakes engraved all around, making S shapes.
He glanced up at Soul, before looking at Kay, back to Soul, and back to Kay.
Then he took a few steps toward Kay, hand holding the gun outstretched towards her.
There was dead silence, the three standing, Atlas pointing the gun at Kay, with Soul watching the two of them.
Atlas spun the gun around, and handed it to Kay. “Take it,” he said, a clipped, angry tone to his voice.
Soul looked from Atlas to Kay, back and forth several times, a growing look of realization on her face.
“You!” She hissed. “But I thought- you didn’t-” she stammered. She then drew herself up. “You played a poor game.”
Kay shrugged, a small, but triumphant smile on her face. “Perhaps. But I won.”
Soul shook her head. “This isn’t about me vs. you. This is about me vs. them.”
Kay fiddled with the gun. “But if I sided with them, it puts me at risk.”
Soul’s eyes narrowed. “You refused to help?” She gave a derisive snort. “You let Snickie take the fall for you. She clearly knew who the murderer was. I thought she was the psychic.”
Kay raised an eyebrow. “She would have made a poor psychic. She was all too willing to point fingers. She was too open with her accusations. She didn’t understand the subtly of the job.”
“There’s not supposed to be any subtly. You’re supposed to save them.”
“No, I’m supposed to beat you. And I did. Atlas and I unearthed your crimes at the last minute.”
Atlas glared at the two women. “So this whole thing was a game to you,” he asked, his voice even, with rage simmering underneath. “I’d remind you that people have died, but I think that was the point.”
Soul tilted her head, giving him an appraising look. “So you knew? Clearly you took over as scorekeeper when Cya died, but did you know who I was?”
He shook his head. “Only the time that the fate of the game would be decided. And the votes, in the end.”
Kay smirked. “And that time was?”
He sighed. “2:14. If the murderer was voted out, then they lose. If not, the playing field is reduced to two. The murderer wins.”
Kay shrugged. “I was always gonna vote for Soul. And at this moment, she had to vote for me. So it came down to you, Atlas.”
His eyes narrowed. “So you knew all along, Kay? You knew that Soul was behind everything? Each time you watched, as they were suffocated, poisoned, drowned, electrocuted, flung from the window, you watched, and knew all you had to do was speak up, and they could have been saved.”
Kay shrugged. “What would be the fun in that?” She frowned. “Besides, why are you getting so mad at me? Soul’s the one who killed them.”
Atlas whipped around towards Soul. “Why?”
She smiled. “Because. It’s part of the game. And I almost won, too.” She looked Atlas over. “So your job was to make sure the weapon got in the hands of the victor? Why give it to Kay? You won as much as she did.”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what was going on. I figured you two did better. But you both seem fairly despicable right now.”
Kay rolled her eyes. “Look at the bright side, Atlas. You won. What were you here for anyway? You’re not sick.”
“How’d you know?”
“I’m a surgeon. Also, I’m a psychic. You can’t hide anything from me.”
“Cya sent him here," Soul spoke up. "Just like she sent the others. Just like she hit Stella with her car, poisoned Kelly, and injured Snickie. In case you were wondering, that’s what she was doing here too. She knew the game was being played. She knew it needed to be set up. That was her job. Host. Scorekeeper. She assembled the players. She knew what was going on.”
“But she’s dead!” Atlas protested.
“It was a risk she was willing to take,” Kay said, shrugging.
Atlas pressed his eyes shut. “So, Cya assembled the game. Soul was the killer. Kay watched this whole thing, knowing what was going on… Now what?”
Soul bowed her head. “Now, I suppose, Kay kills me.”
There was a silence in the room, so deafening, that it felt nearly tangible.
It was broken by the clatter as the gun fell to the ground.
“I’m not going to kill you Soul. I won, you lost. The game is over. No more needs to be done.”
Soul tilted her head. “You know I’ll just do another.”
“As will I.”
The two women held each other’s stares, before a sinister smile slid across Soul’s face.
“If you’re willing to let it leave this way.”
She turned, and began to walk away.
“You were good,” Kay said.
Soul stopped in her tracks. “I was, wasn’t I? Next time, they won’t know it’s me.”
A loud crack filled the air. Soul’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise, before she slumped to the ground.
Atlas stared at her, gun in hand. “No, they won’t. And there won’t be a next time.”
Then he span on Kay. “And what about you. You let this happen. You’re nearly as responsible.”
Kay held out her hands. “Is self-preservation so bad?”
“Self-preservation has nothing to do with it. You just wanted to win. And you didn’t care how many people died to accomplish that.”
“But are you willing to do it? Carry out justice? Won’t you just be as bad as the three of us?”
His eyes narrowed as his finger held the trigger.
Kay stared back, before her eyes narrowed.

“I think we both know what your decision will be.”

“I think we do.”

[Snickie]

So.....does this mean it's game over?

Who were the murderer and psychic?

[cya6]

Soul was the murderer. Kay was the psychic. sorry about the crummy ending, I just had so much strung together, and it was really convoluted and awful (which is why I stopped working on it so long). I just edited the hell out of it and posted, cause I knew I wasn't ever gonna get it out if I didn't just get it out.

So, that's the game! I'm terribly sorry for the delay in posting. My life got really busy, but it's no excuse.
Anyway, the hints (most have been pointed out by Snickie)
Rocks and sand in the earthquake = desert sector.
Soul is the one to make sure the ward is in lockdown
The 'icing' on the cake is the same that's in Soul's signature
Also, the note left behind, as she's an author
The shard of glass that killed Stella was in the shape of a fish, which is what Souls' avatar has been often compared to
Soul was the one who was most likely to point fingers at everyone (not much of a clue, just her behavior always implicated someone, which led to my death )
Soul was in charge of finding the things to tie together (not much of a clue, but definitely the reason why the rope broke)
Also, as Snickie pointed out, help should have come, and Soul, who was in charge of all the equipment, fixed it so that no help could reach them.
2:14. She joined on 12-2-14. 2:14.
So, yeah. Early on there were a ton of clues, and Snickie got most of them, so I released them at a slower pace.
And now it's over!
Thoughts, questions, ect?

[Snickie]

It didn't help Soul that I'm the one who made the jar of jelly in her signature. By the time I got that, there was no doubt in my mind it was her, and I was even afraid that later it might not be here and that I was twisting the clues to justify my certainties.
Oh, and those aren't supposed to be weird specks. The darker orange-brown was the jelly, the lighter orange were fruit that hadn't been completely cut up and mixed in, and the white were supposed to be shine spots. I actually based that picture off of orange marmalade.

I knew people couldn't pin me as the psychic since I was being so out-there about it, which was why I was so adamant and probably why Soul didn't kill me right away, on the hope that I would latch on to some red herrings and go crazy on those instead. When the numbers dwindled and I wasn't changing my position, she had to kill me. But by then it was too late. With me, the loudest mouth this round, dead and having left everyone with a lot of evidence to ponder, it was over. Contrastingly, if she'd killed me when I'd first accused her, everyone would've noticed, and she might've gone sooner. Who knows?

So here we are. Atlas, Kay, how does it feel to be the only two survivors?

[cya6]

I know. Atlas? Really? I mean, that NEVER happens. And the psychic? How weird is it that the last two members are Atlas and the psychic? That never happens. I don't know if I'd say survivors. But definitely last players

[Snickie]

Well they've survived.... for the moment.

I should probably open signups for the next round now, since I'm hosting.

[cya6]

Well, the ending is left ambiguous. I didn't want to find some way to end it, so it's not known for sure whether Kay survives or not.

[Atlas]

Read it and weep suckas! I actually wasn't killed despite normally being the usual suspect.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Seriously, I had a a lot of fun with the game. Just needs more frequent updating and maybe some format fixes.

We need another game.

[cya6]

I did a decent enough job until that last one.
And sorry about the crazy ending.
It's insane that your were the only one we know for sure survived. Really.

[Atlas]

And I totally was actually sick. It's just that the medical service here sucked.

Also I kind of like how fitting it is that I'm alive because I just like to screw with my subordinates.

[Koneko on lyoko]

Atlas may have killed me, but then again I may still be alive, not bad...I think. Cya I don't know why you think the ending's bad, I loved it I'll admit, I'm shocked that Atlas lasted this long xD he's either one of the first to be killed since people seem to love killing him off or he's voted off because everyone suspects him. I can't decide if I lasted this long because I was a good psychic and I didn't seem too obvious or I was a bad psychic and yea... >.>

Anyway, yes, can't wait for the next one to start, please can I join the line for hosting again, I know I've already done it but it's so much fun

[Stella Luce 333]

I love your ending, too! I love how you worked in the concept that it’s a game, & those last lines are so creepy…

Can I also add my name to the hosting list?

[Atlas]

I know I'm the Admin and I already know all about this anyway, but can someone link me the thread for any sort of MP/Mafia hosting we do in the forum?

[cya6]

Wait, what?

[Atlas]

As in, do we have a hub for who hosts all this or is it first come first serve?

[cya6]

I think there's a waiting list.
Someone'll start the new topic, and whoever's next will say "I'm hosting this round!"
Or something like that

[Stella Luce 333]

I think Snickie has the waiting list…

[Snickie]

I think it's me, then Cats, then Soul.

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