#murder 8

[choiceswhodunnit]

Murder 8: Main Suspects/They pulled a Good Place

“The problem in the mansion is me.”

“The problem in the mansion is me.”

“The problem in the mansion is me.”

“The problem in the mansion is me.”

[acevillainswhodunnit]

Murder 8 Reveal

Night fell quickly, and the four remaining guests made their way to the dining room with anticipation. Three of them were surprised to see the room empty, with only a familiar piece of paper resting on the bare table. The fourth did their best to hide a disgusted sigh.

“Where’s Shelly?” Lana asks, a worried look crossing her face. “He usually has dinner made by now. Who was supposed to prep with him tonight?”

“I was,” Alita says, crossing her arms. “But he said he had it covered, so I went back to sleep. Is he in the kitchen?”

Daryan peeks around the now unblocked kitchen door, scanning the room briefly. Returning to the others, he shakes his head. “Nope, and the pantry and freezer look empty too. Where the hell did he go?”

Mimi scowls at her unrepentant housemate. “Alita, why the hell did you not check on him? He could be poisoning our food!”

Alita scoffs. “It’s not a big deal. If he hasn’t tried to kill us all this time, why would he start now?”

“You don’t know that he isn’t the killer, Alita,” Lana replies, frowning.

“Then that’s all the more reason to feel safe! The killer is so attached to their stupid rules, they’re not going to kill us before the reveal letter is read, right?” Alita snaps.

“Speaking of that…” Daryan cuts in, eyeing the letter on the table. “What do we do about this? Shelly usually does this part.”

“Well one of us needs to read it, right? Flip a coin or something and get it over with,” Mimi grumbles.

After a brief moment of deliberation, it was decided that Alita would be the one to deliver the killer’s reveal while Daryan checked to make sure she didn’t leave anything out. With the issue resolved, Alita opens the letter and begins reading aloud.

“This murder was mainly a way for me to see who among you were still collaborating honestly. I must say, I was surprised at the loyalty that you’ve shown your fellow housemates. A certain partner of mine could stand to learn from you all.

That being said, Luke still needed to die, and I endeavored to give our dear detective an ending befitting his nature. I first began by setting up my rope trap around his bedroom, the Dining Room. The mechanics are not important, but I should tell you that the trap would be activated if a certain segment of rope was pulled. That segment was strung across the left side doorway of the Dining Room. I also blocked the right side doorway leading towards the Kitchen with rubber stoppers, so he wouldn’t be able to use that exit.

Trap laid, I retreated upstairs to the Master Bedroom for the next part of my plan. From the Veranda, I had a clear view into the Foyer, where Luke would end up if he set off the rope as I planned. I just needed to give him a reason to leave the room.

Perhaps this device may sound familiar to a few of you- some call it the “Little Thief”, and it has the ability to create powerful holographic projections for various purposes. I… borrowed it from its current owner, and used it to project an image of our dear host, Shelly, walking forward with a gun in hand. From my position on the Veranda, I projected Shelly’s image down into the Courtyard, where it would be visible from the Dining Room window. A menacing sight, I’m sure.

It seemed that Luke agreed with me, because he rushed straight into my trap as planned. His foot was caught on the tripwire, and he was dragged quickly enough to the Foyer that none of you were able to hear his cries for help. It seems he managed to leave some scratch marks on the hallway floor in an attempt to escape, which left his fingertips red and bloody.

By the time I made my way downstairs, Luke was all caught hanging upside down like a fish on a hook. It was a trivial matter to stab him then, just once in the chest. He died from that wound, blood dripping down his face to pool on the floor. I set down Little Thief behind the staircase, tied his wrists, and pulled him upright with another system of ropes I had in the Foyer so he was facing upward. A tad dramatic, I suppose, but my intent was to track the trail of information shared- and a certain someone did not share his body’s original orientation. I do hope you won’t regret that decision.

Now, you may open your cards to reveal your fate. The end is near, my dear guests.”

Alita breathes in deeply, putting down the letter.

“It says that Lana got the best case this round,” Daryan says, looking over her shoulder. Lana meets his gaze with a cool smile.

“So like, everyone brought their cards, right?” Mimi asks. She receives three nods in turn. “Let’s open them on three, then. One, two-”

The sound of cardstock tearing fills the room for a second. Daryan curses when he sees the red ink, but it’s almost resigned. Mimi purses her lips and slides her own Scared card back into its envelope.

“...well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m starving,” Alita announces. “I don’t want to go hunting for Shelly this late, let’s just make something easy and go to bed.”

“Sounds reasonable to me,” Lana says. “But I’m not sure I can trust you alone in the kitchen. You’re rather eager to brush Shelly’s disappearance off, aren’t you?”

Daryan snorts and points at Lana. “Yeah, like you actually care. You’re the one that’s been armed this whole round.”

Lana’s eyes widen in shock, before she manages to compose herself. “How did you know?”

“I was a cop, and you ain’t subtle,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“You should be more careful about brandishing that knife then, Mr. Ex-Detective.”

“Well damn, don’t trip off your high horse. Have you ever actually used a weapon, or are you just trying to off yourself before the killer does?”

Alita watches them argue further before abruptly throwing her hands up. “At this point, I don’t even care! Starve if you want, I’m just sick of these stupid mind games.” She storms out of the dining room, leaving the other guests in silence.

Mimi glances at her envelope again and huffs. “If she kills me making dinner, you two better make sure she doesn’t get away with it,” she says, before following Alita into the kitchen. Daryan mutters something about getting an early night, and glares at Lana as he stalks off to his room. The last one remaining, Lana sighs and leaves as well.

Shelly doesn’t make an appearance for the rest of the night.

[choiceswhodunnit]

Murder 8: Hang on

Estela and Damien are the first to exit the dining room, nervous about getting eliminated, and upset that they’re so close to the end yet they may dead before the morning. The other three follow, excited that they’ve made it into the final four, the taste of victory on their lips.

“Let’s hope the killer takes mercy on us,” Damien says to Estela, a half hearted joke that doesn’t make him or Estela feel better.

“Yeah, let’s hope,” she gives him a small and sad smile.

“Well I really wish we could all make it to the final,” Lily says. “We’ve all worked really hard to get here.”

“Most of us,” Matt points out, the reminder of a killer among them sends shivers down their spines.

Without another word, the guests head to their rooms and get ready for bed. The manor becomes too quiet once more.

BANG!

Lily’s deep sleep is disturbed by a loud sound. She gets out of bed and throws on a jacket before she leaves her room. She looks up and down the hall and sees Matt sticking his head out of his room. “You heard that too?”

“How could you not?” Kenji pops out of his room, speaking to both Lily and Matt.

“Where in the hell did it even come from?” Matt asks as they group together.

“It sort of sounded like the backyard,” Lily speaks and they rush down the stairs into the cold and dark night. Lily snatches a flashlight from the kitchen on their way out, shining it into the small woodsy area on the back of the property.

“I think I see something,” Matt leads the group, noticing marks going into the forest. They rush down the path that’s been poorly carved out, fresh from whatever or whoever was just there.

Lily’s flashlight bounces off something shiny and she stops it, blood on the ground. She moves it up and sees Estela, hanging from her ankles by a rope attached to a tree. Her legs, arms, and neck are limb, her body lifeless and dead.

“Oh my god,” Damien rushes out of the house, meeting up with the others. Kamilah isn’t too far behind.

“Well, looks like the most suspected person is dead,” Kamilah points out. “Guess it’s time to head to your locations.”

Estela, I am sorry but you have been eliminated. Congrats to Lily, Damien, Matt, and Kenji for making it into the final four. You have until tomorrow, 4pm Arizona time to tell me which location you would like to go to.

[choiceswhodunnit]

Murder 8: How it was done

Damien, Kenji, Lily, and Matt enter the dining room. They sit next to each other, two by two, and their final dinner is served. They’re quiet, picking at their food and shaking their legs underneath the table. Kamilah finally enters, after what feels like years of waiting. She doesn’t need to gather their attention as they turn to face her. She gives them a weak smile and looks down at the letter in front of her.

“I first want to say congratulations on making it this far,” she doesn’t make eye contact with the guests. “You’ve all done well so far and you’ve proven yourselves worthy. That being said, the killer was not impressed by your theories, and has decided that none of you deserve the title of having the best theory.”

Lily, Matt, Damien, and Kenji eye each other, one of them deciding that the others don’t deserve to live. Without another word, Kamilah opens the letter and reads how it was done.

“Damien, Kenji, Matt, and Lily. Congrats on making it into the final four. Unfortunately for Estela Montoya, she was unable to make herself worthy. So, let me tell you how it was done. It began last night, like these murders usually do. I snuck into Estela’s room, where I injected her with an hallucinogenic drug; dextromethorphan, also known as DXM, found in medications like cough syrup like NyQuil. While cough syrup and the like won’t necessarily cause hallucinations, DXM in a constatrated dosage will cause some hallucinations. After injected her with DXM, I then woke her up. I didn’t bother to cover up my face, since she would be dead in a few moments anyway, and of course she was hallucinating. I informed her I knew a way out of the mansion, a way where we could all escape. She quickly jumped out of bed and followed me, her eyes wide, and her walk uneven. I lead her out of the mansion and into the backyard. Because of her walk, she dragged her feet in the dirt, making it look like there may have been a struggle, instead this murder was essentially hand free. The small forest in the backyard was perfect for hiding a trap, specifically a tree sprung trap. Walking by her side, she stepped right into the sprung trap which wrapped around her ankle and rose her up high on the tree. She hung upside down, her mind fuzzy from the drugs. She didn’t struggle much, her body more limb and relaxed. Her getting caught in my trap also triggered the gun I had set up that would hit her right in the head. The gun was attached to the string and when pulled would trigger the gun and shoot her in the head. I had estimated her head hanging too high and instead it hit her right in the neck. Hitting the artery, blood flowed out of her and ended up killing her. I hid the gun in the dirt nearby along with the bottle of DMX so no one would find it and walked away, without a drop of blood and leaving me relatively clean. Four of you are still alive, but only three will make it to the finale.”

Kamilah quickly hands out the spared or scared cards, her hands shaking as she does so. She nervously pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. The guests open their cards.

Lily: Scared

Damien: Scared

Kenji: Scared

Matt: Scared

They flash their cards to one another, everyone turning paper white as they turn their attention back to their host. But when they look in the spot she used to be standing in, she’s not there. In a frustrated state of mind, Damien jumps up and rushes for the door. He pushes on it, but nothing budges. The other three get up as well, trying the other three doors that lead to various parts of the house.

“Are we seriously trapped?” Lily asks as they all continue to push and pull on the door. Kenji finally gives up and grabs a dining room chair, throwing it against the window before it bounces off without a scratch on the glass.

“What the actual hell?” he asks in surprise.

Matt attempts to open the window without any success. Lily spots an air vent in the ceiling and stands on a chair to reach it. She tries to remove the grate but it’s stuck to the ceiling just like the rest of the exits in the room.

“Well hello mortals,” the lights dim as a muffled, deep, and overly processed voice fills the room. The voice is unrecognizable, the identity hidden from the guests. “Looks like you got yourseleves stuck, hm?”

The remaining four look at each other before they rush to the doors and begin banging on them, shouting for their host to help them. They push and pull, scream and cry, but their luck seems to be fading as the voice continues.

“I’m impressed by you four, but there is still a killer among you, a survivor, and two more deaths that must occur before your nightmare can end. But first, how about we turn off the lights and see who’s up next.”

The lights go out with a click and their screams become more intense. The doors finally swing open but they are greeted by darkness and a pair of glowing red eyes.

“Who in the f--” Kenji doesn’t have time to finish his thought as the glowing red eyes come to each of them and they are wrapped up in a sheet of darkness, their minds become fuzzy before they faint one by one.

Guests, you are ALL up for elimination next week. The final murder will occur Wednesday, December 5th 5pm Arizona time. There will be no location clues, instead the final three will work with me to figure out the best time to hold the mega riddle, deciding who will win the game. Until then, you may NOT speak as your character to the rest of group until the 5th. No speaking of the finale or what’s to come. I will also be filing the Q&A video soon. If you have any questions you’d like me to answer, let me know and I’ll make sure to include it. Good luck, mortals and see you next week.

[acevillainswhodunnit]

Investigation Start

There was nothing quite like the feeling of finally being able to hit back after you’ve been knocked down over and over again. Daryan had known this since his early days as a detective, and then as a blossoming rockstar. People were always out there ready to pick fights, and the rush of satisfaction you got from nailing a bastard down was incomparable. It was why he had been willing to throw away his career on smuggling- saving the kid was paramount, of course, but sneaking that cocoon into the country right under those snot-faced security guards’ noses felt pretty damn good. The system needed a good ass-kicking, and Daryan was more than happy not to pull his punches.

All this he thought of as he held the weight of a knife in his hands under the cover of darkness. He’d wasted no time arming himself after finding the weapons stash in the underground surgery. Luke seemed a little more hesitant to grab a weapon, but Daryan wasn’t sure if the guy had the guts to kill (wasn’t his case a crime of passion, or something?) even if their mystery killer was gunning for him.

Then again, it could have just been an act. Everyone was turning up two-faced in this house, anyway.

Daryan wasn’t sure if the other guests knew about the weapons, since they’d investigated different rooms. He could have sworn he saw Alita snooping around in the Parlor after the riddle last round, and Lana was certainly carrying herself like she was ready for a fight, but he didn’t ask and they didn’t explain.

Tucking the knife under his pillow, he rolled over to look out the window of his room. It was another cloudy night, with thunder rumbling in the distance. Some people might have taken it as an omen, but Daryan was never really into all that superstitious stuff. He supposed if Mimi had been in the bottom three, she’d be losing sleep right about now.

But it wasn’t like he was doing much better. New secret doors had been popping up ever since they had found that one in the library, and being armed again only made him more vigilant for any nasty surprises. The way each murder had gotten sloppier and more complex as time went on, it seemed like the killer was becoming unhinged. Maybe this was their plan all along- or maybe they were just getting a sick sense of enjoyment watching everyone run like rats.

Dragging a hand over his face, Daryan groaned- and was suddenly startled when he heard a faint creak coming from outside. He grabbed his knife and stood from his bed, watching the door to his room warily. Then-

And then what, dear reader, do you think happens next? Is it a false alarm, merely another sleepless guest wandering the halls? Or does the killer come in and strike him dead?

The power of perspective is intoxicating, isn’t it? For a scant few minutes, you get to experience a person’s thoughts and feelings as they struggle through this wonderful game. But from whose perspective are you really seeing these events, dear reader? If you thought it was Daryan’s- I assure you, the real Daryan has no idea what is happening at this moment. He is as desperate to know what comes next as you are. But you truly did believe that the narrator of these writings was one of your fellow guests- why would you assume otherwise? And if there happened to be a discrepancy, a character tic mistakenly conveyed, a motive improperly written, well… it’s all just a part of the game, isn’t it?

You must have forgotten at some point that I am part of the game as well. Hiding among you, masked thoroughly enough that you drop your guard at the most crucial moments. We all abstractly refer to “the killer”, as if they were a separate entity from “the guests” entirely. Perhaps there is truth in that statement. Perhaps not. Either way, you’d do well to keep this question in mind:

Can you trust these words?

Before Daryan knew it, it was morning. Sunlight shone off the blade of his weapon and into his eyes, rousing him into wakefulness. He shuffled groggily outside his room and began to make his way to the kitchen for the usual pot of coffee.

At the base of the stairs, he stopped and stared in fuzzy-headed silence. Luke Atmey’s bloody body hung from the ceiling of the Foyer, strung up by his hands like a shitty metaphor.

He blinks once. “I’m not fucking awake enough to deal with this,” he mutters, before turning back up the stairs to get the others.

@zvarrl, you have been murdered! Thanks for always bringing your best every round, it’s been wonderful to have you as part of the game! Congrats on sticking it out this long!

[guro-galore]

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CANNIBALISM is great my dude… i would totally eat someone if i had the chance and wouldnt get in trouble for it. other animals do it all the time so why cant humans. like raw cannibalism in guro art is :/ to me (biting off the skin + eating it raw) but i love It anytime else

ID Probably kill by myself because i dont want to worry about my partner being a Little Snitch™. you’d have to kill them too to make sure they dont tell

i answered about dismemberment in an earlier ask! i like it because guts are Cool

[bbygec]

Hey who wants to kill me

[tehsims2]

how could u be kin with the purple guy from fnaf tho..... he's a child murderer wtf