FG: Vampire! The Paradise Island

[Snowflake]

GeoModder	Secretary	Crucified, round 1
Gunner	Historian	Alive
Hercules	Chef	Alive
d'Heresson	BioScientist	Vampire victim, round 2
Kassiopiea	Butler	Alive
Nikolai	Priest	Alive
Smilie	Architect	Alive
Spike	Doctor	Crucified, Round 1
Tacticus	Security Expert	Alive

[:) Smiley]

From the looks of it, the vampires strike at night while we are in our rooms. Perhpas it would be wise to focus security on the second floor. I for one would suggest boarding up the windows.

[Heresson]

Why was I killed?
shock

[Snowflake]

Had the King Vampire wasn't trying his hardest not to go out in the night, you'd have your chance to become a vampire yourself.

[DrSpike]

Originally posted by Smiley
From the looks of it, the vampires strike at night while we are in our rooms. Perhpas it would be wise to focus security on the second floor. I for one would suggest boarding up the windows.

I would suggest killing vampires not doctors.

[Shogun Gunner]

When Mr. Tacticus started talking at the breakfast table, fear swept over Mr. Gunner’s body. He resisted the urge to look up from his porridge as Mr. Tacticus stood up and prattled on about the security cameras and his analysis. Mr. Gunner didn’t know if his suspicions of Mr. Tacticus were clouding his judgment, but the voice of Mr. Tacticus sent shivers through his spine. Mr. Gunner feared for his life.

He decided to glance up from his porridge to look at the other members of the group. ”I must gauge how believable Mr. Tacticus is the others”, Mr. Gunner thought to himself. The other members of the group seemed to be entranced with Mr. Tacticus’ analysis of the security situation. ”What was Mr. Tacticus’ first name anyway?”, Mr. Gunner wondered. ”His real first name can’t be ‘General’, could it? Mr. Gunner laughed when realized his first name was Shogun. ”I guess that doesn’t sound believable either” The growing realization that he stood alone in his suspicion of Mr. Tacticus paralyzed him.

”How is that Mr. Geomodder’s name appeared on my laptop’s screen the previous night? Who could do that? Perhaps I am misjudging Mr. Tacticus” After all, there is no DIRECT evidence of his actions…”, Mr. Gunner concluded to himself as he fingered the deep groove in the kitchen table left from the short sword he had plunged into the table just the day before.

Just then, as Mr. Tacticus turned as he continued talking, something caught Mr. Gunner’s eye… The black turtleneck sweater Mr. Tacticus was wearing was stretched several inches from the neck down the back of the garment. What would cause such a near tear in the black sweater of our normally meticulously attired security expert? The fabric was visibly frayed. Did anyone else notice that? Mr. Gunner wondered to himself.

As Mr. Tacticus sat down, Mr. Gunner spoke up.

"Where is Mr. d'Heresson? Is he not joining us for breakfast?”

[GeoModder]

Geo laughs ghostly at the mistakes of these mere mortals ... and watches the approach of a dark, shimmering presence extending batlike protrusions over the table guests as fear put them once more in it's firm grasp.

[Heresson]

Bu.... so I am not a vampire, and am eliminated from the game?
Can I be a zombie at least? ?
Pleeeeaaaaaseee

[Shogun Gunner]

Originally posted by DrSpike


I would suggest killing vampires not doctors.

No problem, as there are no more doctors to kill!

[Snowflake]

"He must be grabbed by one of his aarvadarks, Haha." Smilie's contrived laughter halted abruptedly in the middle, seeing that nobody was laughing with his joke. His lowered his head again, pretending to be eating his porridge. Father Nikolai stood up, "I better check on him."

Nikolai came back down within five minutes. From the look on his face, they all knew what they were fearing had happened again.

"We shouldn't stay in this Island any longer." Mr. Kassiopeia was losing his composer for the first time. "Why hadn't Stena been back yet? I wonder if GeoModder had really done his duty." He suddenly stopped, realizing that the person he just mentioned was not with them any more, and that he was crucified, by him personally.

The atmosphere around the breakfast table was heavy and depressing. The talks were sporatic and broken. Nobody wanted to leave the table. As if by sitting together, they felt that they were safer. However, there was also a hidden untrustness and nervousness flowing around. Sometimes one would stare at another, as if trying to figure out if that person was actually something entirely different.

[GeoModder]

Originally posted by Heresson
Can I be a zombie at least? ?
Pleeeeaaaaaseee

Geo points to his fluctuating thoughts, still roaming around the thread... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha

[Heresson]

Nobody noticed my death
Angry for the lack of respect for his body, dr d'Heresson's soul came back, and took halfly decayed Toh-Toh black aardvark body as his new sit, willing to take revenge on his so-called friends

[Snowflake]

Hmmm so far I gave out five clues. One is not shared yet, and two were changed to the effect that they have lost the meaning of the clues ...

Originally posted by Heresson
Nobody noticed my death

You wasn't able to make any noise when you screamed remember?

[DrSpike]

I wish I was a vampire; I'd be happy to avenge my death by murdering you all.

[Heresson]

Yeah