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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 9:03:34 GMT -6
I think the Imp problem is that you keep hearing voices and they distract you.
The cacophony breaks your concentration. How can you concentrate on walking through the fire when you keep hearing whispers of sweet things in your ears? Reeecceeessss. Ssssniiiiikeeeerrrrrssss. Musketeeeeerrrrrsssss. And of course, the ever popular Pummmkinnn Heaaaad Piiiiieeee.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2012 10:10:17 GMT -6
Ok folks! Sorry it took so long. Running an evil haunted hotel is very time consuming! Final scores!
Kat: 20 points + 0 = 20
Step: 20 points + 20 = 40
Phalon: 19 points + 10 = 39
Spock: 16 points + 0 = 16
Looks like Step has skunked everyone! (Let's hope not literally) And Phalon is bringing up the rear. (Not hers) Kat was way too frustrated by Garfield to complete the second game (sorry Bud I'll pick something better next time) And Spock hasn't been back since the end of round two. Let's all hope he is ok and not suffering from Hurricane-itis!
Two more days and the Hotel will be closed for the season!
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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 14:44:44 GMT -6
Only two days?? Because he's on the other side of do world it may take a bit more than that. Unless he's decided Garfield's Scary Scavenger Hunt is a plot by an evil desk clerk intended to frustrate him while she sits back an snickers at us and our struggles. She'd do it too Pumpkin Head! Don't give her the satisfaction!! Ruin her day and eat one of her Reeses! {snicker snicker}
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -6
He knows what would happen if he did that.
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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 18:39:44 GMT -6
{Hears the sound of a Reeses bag off in the distance.} Don't worry keeper of the keys. That's not Reeses. It only sounds like Reeses. Actually, it's Pumpkin Delights! I can tell by the way the bag rustled that it's nearly empty and no decent Reeses bag is ever empty - so, no reason for you to go investigate.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 4, 2012 0:50:35 GMT -6
Ya know, I really want that you should kick this game's butt, but I don't want to offend you by just saying "do this", so.... That shovel that you picked up in the front yard, did you go around the building to the left? And to the back yard? The back back yard? Did you find anything that looked different? (It's a spooky game so what to dig up will be obvious. AND, did you notice that behind the something you did up there's a clue that you need to write down or remember for later?? Just asking.... Ya won't offend me mate, need all the help I can get believe me. Did the shovel thingy, didn't notice the clue though (must go back .... again) Hmmm...I don't know about you, but at work we don't file things away by the number. Noooo. We file things away alphabetically. Yep - that alphabetical thing works for lots of filing systems. When you find Lyman talk to him and you'll hear a noise in the kitchen. Go check out the noise, and bring the surprise to Lyman. He'll reward you with advice that you should take. Uh, you remember when you were a kid, right? Playing in leaves was such fun! When you go up the stairs, take the immediate left and see if the bed is comfy. Reverse direction and check out the room to the right for the one surprise it holds. Then enter the main bedroom and go left. You'll be surprised what you find in the dresser - or behind it - just remember to take the cheese with you. Oh yeah, the bedroom is a bit dark. Don't forget to flip the switch. That'll help a bit I think. Thanks mate, onward and upward I go, gonna solve this or have a nervous breakdown, whichever comes first. Oh yeah, and congrats' on leading the game.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 4, 2012 0:54:02 GMT -6
Kat was way too frustrated by Garfield to complete the second game (sorry Bud I'll pick something better next time) No worries, you can't dumb the game down to much just to cater for the mentally challenged players such as myself.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 4, 2012 8:55:41 GMT -6
<The Imp dances gleefully at her victory over Sir Katina Pumpkin Head, and Elfin Spock. She sticks out her tongue behind Glad the Victor's back.>
Hey, it's what imps do.
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Post by Spock on Nov 4, 2012 10:12:13 GMT -6
Perhaps you would have something to celebrate if I had even tried the game but I had other things occupying my time recently. Of course, as much trouble as everyone else has been having, I may not have fared all that well either.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 4, 2012 10:34:21 GMT -6
Ok......I've just now decided to throw another challenge out there. And I've decided I can because I'm the hostess with the mostess and I'm in charge. I think.
Sort of an essay. I want a story about the number 42. Yes......a story. Or an essay. Just write something about the number 42.
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Post by stepper on Nov 4, 2012 12:05:27 GMT -6
Glad quickly reaches into his bag of tricks and pulls out a sickenly sweet syrupy tongue coat and watches as the Imp stamps its feet but can only say “Bluck”. The ghoulies recoil in fear lest they be forced to taste the Snickery syrupy mess. Ut oh. Things have taken a turn in favor of the Imp! {Glad gets out a special candle.} Then he casts a spell and the entire hotel goes dark. No one else can write because Glad's magic candle is absorbing all the light! Only I can see! BWAAAA HA HA HA!!! {hears a crashing noise in the background as the Imp falls down the open elevator shaft.} OOPS. Did I forget to close the door again? Sorry!
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Post by stepper on Nov 4, 2012 13:50:50 GMT -6
Once upon a time, oh a loooong time ago, there was an evil rules changing, hair spraying, over worked Games master named Ms Rulz, who was older than 42. And she loved messing with people’s heads by changing things around to suit her. Now, she lived on a remote planet far out in the galaxy where hardly anyone visited because it was 42 centillion nanometers past the milky way and as we all know, there’s nothing worth eating out past the milky way.
But she got lonely, so she advertised a new game and invited the entire world to play. Only a few hardy souls agreed because they were brave, or stupid, take your pick. There were way fewer than the 42 gamers she had hoped for, but the game must go on.
Players included Mr. Pumpkin head – a favorite of Ms Rulz because he was perfectly okay with bribing her with Reese’s and brought 42 bags of them with him. Then there was the Imitation Imp from a mysterious planet where the currency was gold bars, but being from a planet so far flung on the other side of the universe the II brought only 15 assistants instead of the usual 42. Believing this to be a slight, Ms. Rulz liquefied all the help leaving the II standing in a puddle of used assistants. Then there was the real Imp. You could tell she was the real thing because she had 42 ghoulish advisors for hair, and her leathery skin was stained purple from eating beats - forty two of them. And finally there was Glad the Inhaler, so called because his bag of tricks included used spray paint cans, and well, it’s a sad story. Just take his advice and stay away from fuchsia cranberry grape mauve banana blue – the color the Imp recommended he use on his bathroom. And never use spray cans to paint in a room with a 42” door that is closed.
The object of the first games were to associate 20 strange and vile pictures with word clues. We say the pictures were vile because even though he was bribing her, Ms Rulz cackled as she thought of Pumpkin Head and chose a branded, carved pumpkin as one of the pictures, forcing the innocent Pumpkin Head to view the fate of many of his kin. Of course, PH had himself scraped the brains out of 42 of them and inserted a candle into the gaping cavity to show off what was left, so maybe he wasn’t so concerned about the pie reference. The contestants all completed the first two rounds in less than 42 hours and submitted their answers.
Then Ms Rulz reached into heretofore unknown depths of depravity and insisted this was not enough! The shocked contestants cringed in fear when presented with the next horrifying challenge. The poor II was so shocked at the level of degeneracy he pulled the plug on his computer, refusing to return for 42 days or until the lesser beings had slogged through the test of nerves, which ever came sooner. All of the remaining heroes attempted the game but alas and alack! all succumbed to fright on the first attempt. Thus they all began again and this time, after making 42 attempts at finding all the goodies and another 42 attempts at the stinking music room thing, they were successful!
No one understood yet that Ms Rulz was twisted beyond all comprehension, and after declaring the kinky bag wearing thing winner she insisted that there had to be yet another game! All are aghast at the devious ploy, but unable to escape their Zombie keepers, they play one more game. And then, one comes to realize that 20 pictures, and 20 word clues, and one scary game, and one wordy mess equals 42 games! That’s right people! The clue to escaping the hotel is 42! Turning to the desk clerk Glad whispers forty twooooo. And the desk clerk slaps him silly for forgetting to brush his teeth and says “Idiot! It means I want forty two Reese’s! Or forty two of the donuts you found in the Scary Scavenger Hunt, or forty two pumpkin pies, or forty two Christmas presents!!”
Now realizing Ms Rulz is on her own in a forty two room hotel because she’s forty two times nuttier than all other living beings, Glad gets out another glad bag, puts himself in it, and hangs out with the rest of the trash hoping for a free ride out of here and asking “They don’t burn the trash here do they?” {And a sibilant voice from nowhere whispers “Yes. We doooo. Every forty two days.}
And that my friends ends the story of Incredibly Scary Tales That Someone Made Up, Chapter 4 page 2.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 4, 2012 19:22:53 GMT -6
(Seemingly) long ago, in a bedroom not too far away, one dark, and very possibly stormy night, I went to sleep. I was 38. Just a short time later...a seemingly very, very short time later, I woke up. Suddenly, without warning, I was 42. ACK!!!! How the hell did that happen?!!!!!
Don't think it's scary? Just wait, Countess Scrappula. Your turn is coming up. Then tell me it's not the stuff of nightmares. I dare ya.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 5, 2012 23:58:12 GMT -6
*sigh
Such an over achiever Mr. Glad.I asked for a simple story on the number 42 and what I got was a dissertation on my habits of torture! Good thing for you I have a sense of humor. And I have to admit that was "blow liquid out of my nose hilarious!I am declaring Glad the Inhaler the winner! You get the million bugs! Yes I said Bugs not bucks! This was a Halloween survivor after all. HA!
As for Madam Imp. you almost had it. But the attempt at bribery and the lack of actual bribery kept you from the finish line. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. MWAHAHAHAHA.....*cough
One final thing. The number 42 is the answer to everything. Look it up.
It is also (according to Kabbalistic tradition) the number that god uses to create everything.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 6, 2012 5:09:33 GMT -6
<The Imp concedes defeet - Steve's defeet.>
I thought everything revolved around 23.....or me; doesn't it all revolve around me? Or no, wait. My kids. Yes, the world definitely revolves around them. Go ahead and ask; I'm sure that's what they'll say.
Congratulations, Glad the Inhaler. Enjoy your bugs.
<The Imp is glad Glad won; Imps don't like bugs...not even one tiny bit.>
Great fun, Scrapula - as always, you are the Hostess with the Mostess. And next time, I'm stocking up on Reeses. Anything else tickle your fancy, that let's say, can be used to sway a Countess's opinion?
<shakes hands all around>
Lovely playing with you all. Just lovely.
<impish grin>
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 6, 2012 18:08:29 GMT -6
Hold ya horses everyone, what about my essay?
Well there isn't one actually owing to my eventful past twenty four hours. Came within a whisker of getting wiped out in the car when some hoon shot across my bows at a roundabout, just my lightning reflexes preventing a disaster.
Then the same evening on the computer the screen suddenly went white, unplugging it didn't help so I went to bed with visions of all my data being kaput. Luckily the problem was resolved the following day by a very friendly chap at the store where I bought it, with nothing at all lost.
Soooooo, to cut a long story short, apologies for missing the deadline, congratulations to the very worthy winner Glad the inhaler, commiserations to the runners up, and many thanks to our hostess, the lovely, charming, friendly and ever helpful Countess Scrappula (few brownie points there toward the next challenge)
Right, I'm off to eat someone ..... errrrr something, all this excitement has made me hungry.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 6, 2012 18:22:25 GMT -6
hmm ... sounds to me like the Imp has put curses on some of the contestants. Seems Stepper must be wearing some sort of protection jewelry or something.
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Post by stepper on Nov 6, 2012 19:41:32 GMT -6
Thanks to Ms Imp for cursing everyone for me, and to Ms Rulz for running the game. By the way, that little promise...um...the Reeses truck will arrive in a day or so as long as it doesn't run out of fuel - they get nororiously bad milage. Hope you enjoy! Kat. Glad you missed serious injury. You and Spock could have left me in a bad way here.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 7, 2012 18:21:03 GMT -6
Kat. Glad you missed serious injury. You and Spock could have left me in a bad way here. Thanks mate. It sure makes you realise how easy it is for disaster to strike, one hundreth of a second either way and ..... well it doesn't bear thinking about. Don't reckon being the only male surrounded by so many lovely ladies would be that hard to take though would it, I'm confident you'd be able to struggle on.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 8, 2012 5:37:34 GMT -6
Dang, you guys. If I was going to pass out imp curses, it'd be something like turning you into swamp frogs (if there is such a thing) during the duration of the game. Nothing harrowing or dangerous.
Glad you made it through unscathed, Katina.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 8, 2012 17:08:01 GMT -6
Maybe they have curses from others as well. The curses merged together and got out of control. Thankfully, they have guardian angels who kept them from any real harm.
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