AWKWARD ZOMBIE

The sound of a helicopter came from above dropping off a couple of guests. Among them was Epona Four, the most famous PlayGirl model in the last decade.

Right now he was not in his usual clothes of underwear and rabbit ears. Instead it was found that he was not at all a very sharp dresser, he wore a cheap jacket, probably given to him by one of his parents, a russian aviator hat, flannel lined jeans, and a pair of black sunglasses.

One of his fangirls carried his bag even though he insisted that he would carry it himself. In the end she won and he just carried his huge ski boots and blades,

"Hey Alex, sorry about them...They would not leave me though. It's rather annoying actually," Epona said eying the smiling fangirls.

"Take your clothes off!" One of the three yelled.

(Yah, I don't know. Just randomly decided to be a PlayGirl model in this one. Something different.)

Perfect, everyone seems to be here.

Alexandy smiled as he glanced over the many guests in the lodge. He nodded to one of the butlers who attempted to get everyone's attention.

Attention, attention please, the hostess should be ready any second now, so please give her your undivided attention.

As this was said, Ms. Tiedrich stepped from her powder room and to the top of the stairs, many eyes glanced her over, one joker threw out a cat-call.

Ladies first,

Alexandy said with a polite gesture and Ms. Tiedrich started down teh stairs...

Much after that was a blur.

What seemed to happened was that Alexandy leaped to grab Ms. Tiedrich's shoulder

Katie! Wait!

After that, the hostess fell forward and tumbled down thirteen steps before landing in a motionless heap on the foyer rug.

Everyone gasped,

"W-what happened! Did she trip!" Epona ran over to see if he could help at all... but it seemed too late. She was lying in a pool of blood,
"Someone, get me some rags, and ice pack!" Epona reminisced about the animes he watched as a child and remembered, "BANDAGES! Everyone get bandages! They can fix anything!"

He looked up the stairs... a faint shadow... but now was not the time to be chasing after anybody. Not when such a good person was lying in a heap on the floor.

The butlers and maids scrambled about the lodge, several tending to Ms. Tiedrich, others hunting for anything medical related. Alexandy was staring at the item that started this commotion.

A strong fishing line, tied to both sides of the rail, posed to trip anyone to come down those stairs, in this case, Ms. Tiedrich.

Who could has done this, and why?

Then he noticed the pearls on the hostess' neck and realized the motive.

Hans! The safe!

Both he and his faithful butler dashed into Ms. Tiedrich's quarters and stood in the doorway and the sight of an open safe, empty.

(I wish Katie's last name was more like the guy in the Clue books)

"Step aside everyone, I am Stephen Li, a forensic pathologist."

Stephen seemingly came out of nowhere and quickly moved through the crowd and went to examine the body.

"She's definitely dead, we don't need the bandages", said Stephen as people rushed towards Katie's body with bundles of bandages.

"And it looks like... the cause of death is not from falling from the stairs... it's poisoning."

Snarky VonSnark, star of such cinematic classics as "Fighting Guy" and "Fighting Guy 2: Fight Harder" was in a PANK tux and sunglasses as he entered the lodge. It seems he was one of the earlier guests to have arrived, but luckily there were ladies to whom he could lower his sunglasses at, nod, and smirk in a suggestive way.

He waited around, soon finding a few people he knew, waved and smiled.

When Kate finally revealing herself, he made a cat call. Things were finally going to get started! Or... so he thought.

He stood their, mouth agap as Kate fell down the stairs, and as this Stephen fellow told them she was poisoned.

He looked around in a sort of dumb way, thinking maybe this was some elaborate prank on him.

"What? Poisoned? But how, she seemed fine until she reached that wire," Epona said trying to picture her face seconds before death. It had happened so fast that he didn't really remember what it looked like... all he could see now was the death mask painted on her face.

"This is too much...I think I'm going to my room," Epona said taking his luggage and retiring for the moment. His three beautiful fangirls followed but he slammed the door on them. They came back to the lounge and sat around each other somewhat in fright about what had just gone on. They were a bit slow for anything else but Epona.

"Well, I'd say this meeting has been ruined." uttered the infamous Ouija Ovaltine. A formal party-goer, Ouija looked down at the once graceful Tiedrich. Shaking his head in disbelief, he had admired Katie from a distance for a while now. He never got the chance to sit down and talk to her, and he long since abandoned his previous profession as a necromancer. Mainly because the pay was terrible.

"If she was indeed poisoned, I believe it's integral that we find out what type of poison she was hit with and deduce what could have happened form there. Having clues about where the poison came from and at what time she could have been poisoned should bring us closer to who could have done this." he proposed to Stephen. Stephen nodded and continued to examine Katie's body. Ouija walked away for the moment in an attempt to mingle with Epona's fangirls.

WELL FINE I NEVER WANTED TO FIND LOLITA ANYWAY

(Badfish Had just woken up from the dreadful fall from the last adventure thread. His head aching and spirit wounded he slowly makes his way back home)

Stupid...adventures....always ignoring the minor characters while the people with actually artistic talent drive the plot.

(Finally arriving at his home in Newlasvegasland, Badfish has one overpowering realization)


What the hell happened to my house?!
Good god, I must've been out for months!
Were will I stay, were will I get a job?

"Excuse me good sir, Would you happen to be a Mr. Fish?"
(A young man runs at Badfish carrying a red envelope)

Look at my hat, dipshit.

"Yes, well. It seems you have a letter from Ms. Tiedrich"

Ahh, good ol' Katie.Well what does it say?

It appears you have been invited to A ski lodge resort for an apparently swanky party.

(Finish rest later)

It took him a few moments to realize that Katie was indeed truly dead. He took a few deep breathes, figuring this was going to end up being a long day. He followed Ouija, having the same idea as him. He always felt better when in the company of foxy ladies.

Given the circumstances he wasn't even able to utter the simplest of pick up lines, but it wouldn't have been appropriate anyway. He sighed sulkily to himself an mentally counted the reasons why he's awesome in an attempt to distract himself.

Colonel Hannibal had just arrived to the party, his military escort surrounding his vehicle. He stepped out of the car in his digital Camouflage suit and brown boots, a fashionably late guest to the party. "Seems there's a bit of commotion here" He muttered. He stepped up to the front door, opened it, and, in the foyer, he saw the lifeless corpse of the woman who invited him here. "What's going on here?" He demanded. "Captain! Seal all the exits, don't let anybody escape! While you're at it, have private Cunningham alert the constables!" He ordered.

PRETEND THAT I SHOWED UP ON TIME.










In the far corner of the room, a man in his mid-30's, with a tall, wiry frame begins twitching horribly. Out of everyone there, no one looked more misplaced than him, and nothing screamed it louder than that abomination of a bow-tie.

This was Scott Llewellyn. He was a businessman, respectable, intelligent. Not the type to be found at a dinner party among the scandalous rabble of the upper-class.

No, Scott Llewellyn did not belong in a place like this, and yet...Here he was, frightened for his life, without a soul to turn to.

Epona came back to the lounge. His fangirls stood up immediately and he continued to ignore them,
"Forgot my- oof!" he tumbled the floor, "What the crap!" Epona had been accidentally tripped by Scott's long, thin legs stick out into the floor.

"How could you!" yelled a fan girl,
"You bastard!" yelled another,
"Apologize!" yelled the last one.