I call it…. Clunopoly!
Missed opportunity to call it "The Monopoly of Clues" Because the location of the murder would be owned by someone, meaning they have a complete monopoly of the information at that site, But ok.
I…. Actually, that is a better name. Lol
CLUE/MONOPOLY COMBO IDEAS
Each player could, at the start, buy one of the locations (for a yet to be determined price).
If another player goes there that player has to give the owner a small, undetermined amount of money.
As for the accusation part, if the player was wrong they give the player that they accused some money.
The person responsible has to give all their money to either the bank or the person that correctly accused them.
If the players decide to play another game, that character (whoever killed the first victim) becomes another victim.
The person that guesses correctly gets some money from the other players.MONEY
In The Bank All Together: $20,610
$500: 4
$100: 4
$20: 4
$10: 4
$5: 4
$1: 4Each Player Has $2,544 @ The Start of the game.
This sounds quite intriguing. I love Clue and Monopoly, so this would be like the ultimate game to me.
This sounds quite intriguing. I love Clue and Monopoly, so this would be like the ultimate game to me.
I like Clue more than Monopoly.
I was absent mindedly playing Minecraft while also watching Penny Dreadful, but my controller's batteries need to be charged…. Back to Penny Dreadful I guess! Lol
This sounds quite intriguing. I love Clue and Monopoly, so this would be like the ultimate game to me.
I like Clue more than Monopoly.
Same, murder mysteries are my favorite genre, so naturally I like Clue. But I just like owning everything in Monopoly and bargaining with my siblings for their places lol.
3 AMmM hehe
Shadow Storm
The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long axe. The figure seemed to stand at a height of 6’9”, and had the silhouette of a man. The man and the fog walked through the cold, dark town. The air was silent and still; not a single citizen was out. The windows in the small reddish-brown brick buildings were shuttered and dark.
The man continued to traipse through the town. He paused. As he does the fog stops rolling into the town. The mysterious figure looks around, listening to something that only he could hear. The man shifts his grip on the axes handle, and approaches a dilapidated house with a dark blue door. As a dog would follow it’s master, the brume (another word for fog) follows the man. As the man takes the steps up to the house he yet again readjusts his grip on the axe, and with a mighty swing strikes the door.
The man repeats this process. As the door is now splintered into shards of wood he enters the house. As he infiltrates the building the fog encircles the home. Inside, the man methodically searches from room to room. The air inside the house is full of dust. Webs clutch the edges of the ceiling and walls. Dust hugs whatever it can get a grasp on. As the man walks he disrupts the quiet with squeals from the floor.
Kicking in a door, the man smiles to reveal that he has glistening pointed razor sharp teeth, for he has just found what he came for. Kneeling in the farthest corner of the room sits a woman, huddled with her family as if for warmth.
“Mommy, I'm scared,” says one of her children, a beautiful young girl with raven hair bearing a red stripe down the left. The girl vainly attempts to nuzzle closer than already possible.
“Shh, Delnis, everything is going to be alright,” the young girl's mother said. Like her daughter, the woman had brilliantly bright blue eyes, but had curly dark red hair instead. She looks up at the newcomer. “Don't you dare harm my children!”
The man continues to smile. He raises his axe as if to strike. Dawn pulls her children closer to her. Her son, a dark brown eyed rascal with strikingly white hair, grasps onto Dawn and Delnis.
“Please don't hurt them mister. They're all that I have left; we're all that she has left!”
“Be quiet Delnir!” Dawn demands. With the reflexes of that of a cheetah, the man lunges at the three, grabs Dawn, and pulls her from the grip of her family. Dawn tries valiantly to free herself from the grasp of the man in vain. She had tried to stab the man with a knife that she had concealed on her person. Enraged, the cloaked figure throws Dawn to the ground.
Adjusting his grip on the axe, he swings at Dawn, leaving a deep crimson gash in her porcelain flesh. Her blood oozes from the wound as a fountain. The man swings again, chopping off one of her hands. The more blood that flows, the happier the man becomes. Dawn slips in her own blood. Using this to his advantage, the hooded man swiftly decapitates her.
The children watch in horror as their mother, the strongest person they know, is easily defeated by the hands of this stranger. They weep for her in silent terror and agony as the stranger hacks their beloved mother to bits and pieces, spraying them with her blood with each sickening thwack of his axe.
The man, evidently finished with his deed, goes to grab Dawn’s severed head. As he does this Delnir rises up, and attempts to slice the stranger with the very knife that Dawn had used. The man, out of instinct, waves his arm and forces Delnir to carve a gash into his own face. Once done taking care of the brave, foolish boy, the man retrieves Dawn’s head, and walks out of the room and building. He leaves the once quiet town just as he came, and as he departs the town the mist follows him, enveloping him in it’s cold, damp, shroud.
Back in the house, Delnis carefully goes to her brother's side. She cradles his head in her lap, and uses a torn segment of her own clothing to stop the bleeding. Little does either of them know that losing their mother wasn’t the end of their problems, but only the beginning.
Damnnn…where's the rest of the story!? I wanna keep reading!
Unfortunately that is all I have for Shadow Storm…. I remember that Delnir and Delnis were supposed to uncover an urban legend about the man in the fog.
Ooh sounds cool! Horror and thriller type stories are some of my favorites, so this caught my attention. I would love to read the rest if you ever add onto it!
I'm not on notebook nearly enough for a rp (my schedule is weird), but I'll stalk it if that's chill with you, cause this sounds interesting.
I dyed my hair blonde and let me tell you, it is the weirdest thing just seeing some blonde chick looking at me at 2am while Im getting water
Lol @Musical_Queen what was your original hair color?
What to do? Oh, what to do?
I haven't started it yet, but I had an idea for something.
Someone who was a cop/firefighter/soldier (anything where someone can potentially save someone else's life) dies on the job. Upon dying Death (as in the horseman Death) approaches them, and tells them that they've been personally selected to be trained to be a reaper (because Death can't do the job alone).
(Could also be an rp….)
Not bad.
For some reason my good ideas only come when I'm tired…. Which is why that's when I write. Lol
I agree. When I am tired I think of such good ideas. Yet I fall asleep- Than when I wake up I only remember half of it. I always have to remember or add new parts.
Ideas mostly come while tired or showering
Or, in my case, walking the dog lmao
I've not been doing any schoolwork and have instead been binging a Netflix series and it's finally getting to the point that I want to skip to see what happens.
i've just been laying here since five pm
im gonna play a little game called 'let's see how long i last without sleep'
im thinking two or three days then i'll crash
but who knows
not my body
it has no idea what it has coming
"Honey, you've got a big storm comin'."
*strikes pose*
Thanks, Nie. I'm now willing myself to not cry because things are too funny at 1 AM
Y'know, it's honestly weird. With each edit I do, I come to hate myself more, but also less.
Thanks, Nie. I'm now willing myself to not cry because things are too funny at 1 AM
Hahah. You're welcome. :)
What horrors lovelies have you created this time around?
It's not that bad. Just this.
There are a few others I don't think you've seen yet, Kie. But this is my most recent edit.
Does that kid have ice cream for hair?
I'm tired and can't see straight. XD