Tough Competition
What a strange night. We were partying in a massive house with no bedrooms and extremely large hallways and suddenly, we knew. Someone had been murdrered. Murdered in one of the rooms, with one of the giant weapons. It was never clear who had been murdered, or how the murderer was able to heft such massive metal weapons, but all of us there knew someone had. And that murderous someone was one of us.
In our frantic rush to find the criminal in our midst, we began throwing accusations left and right, dashing from room to room. Each time learning a bit more about the crime and getting closer to solving it.
As the night wore on, tempers were running hot. The tension among us was great. We all were narrowing down who the murderer was, what weapon they used, and what room the murder was committed. I soon realized only Ms. Scarlet posed a real threat to me, as Peacock and White were strangely immobile and Green and Plum were asking the wrong questions and not putting the answers to good use.
Scarlet and I were both hot on the tail of the murder, Green and Plum blundering about behind us. She and I were at the top of our game, each clue we found and didn't find brought us closer to the truth. We raced down halls, knowing that what lay around the next corner would bring us to murderer. While we were both matched equally, there could only be one to solve the crime. And both of us desperately wanted, rather, knew, we would be that one.
Scarlet and I stood before the Conservatory. I knew this was where the murder had been committed. If I could get in, I could solve the murder. Scarlet knew this too, I could see it in her eyes. We both made a dash for the room that would yield the truth. My hand closed around the doorknob, I had made it! But my joy was quickly squashed. Right then, goddamn Plum bumbled into me, thoroughly excited at some useless discovery his rotund little body had made. I tried to brush him away, but the man was persistent. I saw Scarlet slam Conservatory door behind her as Plum pulled me away into the Hall. It was over. I had been close, but not close enough. While Plum told me things I had known the entire night, Scarlet solved the crime.
Scarlet plays a surprisingly mean game of Clue.
In our frantic rush to find the criminal in our midst, we began throwing accusations left and right, dashing from room to room. Each time learning a bit more about the crime and getting closer to solving it.
As the night wore on, tempers were running hot. The tension among us was great. We all were narrowing down who the murderer was, what weapon they used, and what room the murder was committed. I soon realized only Ms. Scarlet posed a real threat to me, as Peacock and White were strangely immobile and Green and Plum were asking the wrong questions and not putting the answers to good use.
Scarlet and I were both hot on the tail of the murder, Green and Plum blundering about behind us. She and I were at the top of our game, each clue we found and didn't find brought us closer to the truth. We raced down halls, knowing that what lay around the next corner would bring us to murderer. While we were both matched equally, there could only be one to solve the crime. And both of us desperately wanted, rather, knew, we would be that one.
Scarlet and I stood before the Conservatory. I knew this was where the murder had been committed. If I could get in, I could solve the murder. Scarlet knew this too, I could see it in her eyes. We both made a dash for the room that would yield the truth. My hand closed around the doorknob, I had made it! But my joy was quickly squashed. Right then, goddamn Plum bumbled into me, thoroughly excited at some useless discovery his rotund little body had made. I tried to brush him away, but the man was persistent. I saw Scarlet slam Conservatory door behind her as Plum pulled me away into the Hall. It was over. I had been close, but not close enough. While Plum told me things I had known the entire night, Scarlet solved the crime.
Scarlet plays a surprisingly mean game of Clue.
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