Please sign me up to play too Mathsy!

And I had just removed the last nail, too. Silly me.

oh no whats that it looks like capital letters BIG ones it just so happens that they are 10ft tall oh no argh I scream run for it to late I am now dead

That was me. I don't know whether she was properly murdered or not, but I put it there anyway.

And even in criticism his spelling is appaling.

As I walk down the dark, gloomy street, I can hear footsteps behind. I swivel my head, turning just enough to take a peek behind. It is pitch black, with no moon, and I see nothing.

More footsteps, louder, more penetrating, as if getting closer. But as I turn, once again, to check my surroundings, there is nothing there. Must be my imagination. The dark does that to you. Makes you scared of things which aren't there. A tiny movement looks like a murderer. A flashing light could be police, coming after you. A slight breeze could be a stranger's heavy breathing on your shoulder. I can still feel something coming, but don't look. 

Almost there now. To my house. It's just around the corner. This time I turn, and see a flicker of movement, but too late to do anything about it. I can feel something severing all my fingers, each one a blinding, searing pain. There is nothing I can do, as I feel myself being knocked to the ground. Now an extremely heavy object pins to the ground, paralysing me from the shoulders down. I can see no sign of any other human life, just deep blackness surrounding and engulfing me. There aren't even any stars tonight, as if mocking me.

In the morning, when they find me, a young girl comes across two sheets of paper tucked into my right jacket pocket. One reads:

'The punctuation is coming.'

The other:

'I owe you 100 Australian Dollars. Signed, The Murderer.' The note ends with a lavish scrawl of a signature.

This is not the only strange thing. As I lie there, on the cold hard concrete, I am surrounded by what looks to be question marks. Five of them, made out of black hooked planks, and small round discs, circle my figure. Later, the investigators will find that one of these discs was sharply thrown and sliced off my fingers, and the hooked plank was used to hold me down on the ground. But I will never know. I am dead.

Last edited by justlookingforthemoment (2005-12-04 19:24:56)

Oh! Um... you too!

Yes. We're still going. The solved thing is from the last game. And I'll let Zach answer himself.

Yay!! I got the murderer!!

I know!! It's so cool!!

Is Wink Murdur happening anymore?

Le wink.