Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Sexy Yacht Party of Death
A rich and eccentric playboy trillionaire has kidnapped four civilians and four lunatic murderers, drugged them, and set all of them afloat a floating yacht laced with satin, silk, and squirt bottles of lube in every room. Well, ignore the weird dude. He's not important. What's important is that four civilians has been put into an enclosed space with four lunatic murderers. These four convicted criminals are most homicidal during a red moon and in October, a red moon happens every Saturday. Otherwise they are indistinguishable from the average human being. Which four are which, you ask? What fun would that be if I told you.
The Winners are:
1st Place @Kord
2nd Place @Psyduck
3rd Place @nitro
In descending order order, please PM Keil to receive your prize.
Congratulations to All Participants!
The top 8 participants will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Champ award
All participants will receive the Sexy Yacht Party of Death Participant away.
Thanks @Liesa for making them!
Score card and Placements
The boat docked at Grand City Harbor surrounded by steel warehouses, storage crates, and huge mechanical cranes. Signor Amante hopped off the safety railing and jumped headfirst into the murky, oil-tinted water. After a thick, bubbling splash, he resurfaced and found his collar nowhere to be found. He looked back up on the yacht and saw both Carbo and Augury waving their collars in the air.
After all three set foot on cold, broken concrete, they looked back at the boat that terrorized their life for the past month. Conveniently for all of them, none of them are very sentimental so they moved on without a second thought.
Carbo waved goodbye and Signor Amante returned the gesture. As Carbo turned away, Augury shot his pistol right into Carbo’s heart, instantly killing him.
Signor Amante was shocked and couldn’t speak.
“I’ll make this simple and quick. I’m the Captain of this Yacht.”
Signor Amante was still frozen. Augury continued.
“The yacht’s purpose was to—” Augury was interrupted by the sharp pain in his lower back. He looks down and sees the tip of knife protruding out of his stomach. Augury collapsed with a thud.
Behind him was a young man. He was feeble in stature with no signs of growing facial hair except for his prepubescent moustache. He looks at Signor Amante for a second and uttered the following:
“I’m Keil. You are just a parody of a real person who frequents a game cheating website mainly for a children’s web browsing inside a hastily made murder mystery weekly plot that is composed of 80% bullshit. You don’t exist. Bye.”
With that, the mysterious man threw a smoke bomb at the floor, but when the smoke cleared, Keil was still in the same spot. There was an awkward silence. The two walked towards different directions, avoiding eye contact.
Hidden Stories Revealed
Murder #1: Hang on Little Kitty
Murder #2: Trade Gone Wrong
Murder #3: On Cold (Dismembered) Feet