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The Mystery of Paradise Island

By Samuel Stoddard

Danger On Paradise Island: Chapter 8

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Danger On Paradise Island: Chapter 8


Zup: YAY
asterismW: STORY
Zup: Chapter: DEATH
Kysle: Hah, I love that my music just changed to 'bright new adventure' music when the story started.
:
:
: Well. That was unexpected.
Nyperold: Heh, funny she should say it was unexpected. I kind of saw it coming when she handed the gun to him. ;)
: Matt, you killed her.
: I'll take her down to the freezer.

(Later...)


:
: Hi.
: Hi.
NessaChan: fancy meeting you here
: I don't want you to think I enjoyed doing that.
: If I hadn't killed her, we'd have never made it off this island alive.
: ?
: She was better prepared than we'll ever know. There must be weapons stashed away all over this island. Probably more secret passages, too.
: Did you see how fast she killed Cody? She couldn't have anticipated that he'd run off into the woods and discover the sound system. But as soon as he did, and in the blink of an eye, she had her hands on a gun and killed him. Right in front of us. Didn't even give herself away!
: She must have had a contingency plan for everything. Including, I'm sure, being captured and tied up.
10Kan: Now we get to see if she has a contingency plan for being dead. I bet she does.
: I'm sure you're right, Matt. It's not that.
: The look in your eyes when you pulled that trigger....
: It frightened me. For a moment, I...I just didn't know who you were.
asterismW: Betcha don't wanna marry him now, huh?
: It's ok, honey. Hey. *hug* I'm still me.
Kalimeris: Hmph. He's working with her.
: I didn't much like myself at that moment either. But it's all over now.
: I suppose it is.
: Of course it is.
: It just doesn't feel like it. I don't think I'll feel safe again until I'm home.
: I know what you mean. But you're all right now. I promise.
* Zup doesn't trust Matt...
: *hug*
: *hug*
: Yo, get a room.
Kalimeris: Bahahaha
: *smile* Hi, Ramona.
* LaZorra likes Ramona for the first time.
10Kan: Oh, wait. Since she's a super game person, she can challenge Death to a game of chess and WIN!
iwpg: LOL
Sam: Our first bot is...LetterBot!
Zup: What, no cliffhanger?
Kysle: Zup: That WAS a cliffhanger!!
10Kan: WILL they get a room?!
.
.
.
: Hey, I hate to be the wet blanket or whatever, but we're still trapped on this island.
: It shouldn't be long before someone comes looking for us. The helicopter pilot will be missed sooner or later.
: Well, I hope it's soon. I checked the pantries, and if we're still here in three hundred years, we're liable to run out of food.
: *chuckle* Speaking of which, I'm hungry. You girls want anything?
asterismW: I want a cookie.
TalkingDog: HUMAN FLESH
LaZorra: POISON FOOD
Zup: BAG OF HELL
: No, I'm fine, thanks.
: I just ate.
: All the more for me. *leaves*
: Hayley....
: Yes?
: Thanks.
: You put your life at risk for me. I know I haven't always appreciated you as much as I should have, and--
: Nonsense, Ramona. *smile* You've always made me feel appreciated. It's yourself you don't appreciate enough, I think.
: I've often wondered why you don't seem to resent me. But you never blamed me for Mom, did you?
: Well. Maybe a little. *wink* But it never took. Whenever she fawned over you and ignored me, it was obvious you were just embarrassed and took no pleasure in it.
: Eh. Whatever.
: But I suppose you're right. Time for me to stop trying so hard to prove myself. You know what I'm going to do when we get home? First thing?
asterismW: Wash your hair?
Maryam: LOL
: What?
: Get rid of this ridiculous hair. *smile*
: *giggle*
Zup: THANK GOODNESS
LaZorra: I WANT TO SEE A PHOTOSHOP OF THAT
Zup: ME TOO ME TOO
TalkingDog: WHAT LAZORRA SAID
: Anyway. Thanks. You got me out of a lot of trouble this weekend.
: Yes, I did, didn't I? So when we get rescued, don't you go getting yourself right back into it again.
: Hey, I've learned my lesson. No more shady deals--
: That's not what I mean.
: I don't want to lose you to prison, Ramona. From now on, I won't hear any nonsense about you killing Buck. Julie killed Buck. Clear?
:
: Is that clear?
: Yeah. Ok.
:
: What about Matt's recording of her?
: It's already destroyed. I talked to Matt about it, and we agreed.
: As for Julie, Matt killed her in self-defense. She went for a gun -- that one that's still under the sofa, I suppose -- and he had to shoot.
: There's no reason any of us should take anything that's happened on this island back to our normal lives.
* LaZorra is starting to be rather suspicious of Hayley.
: Sure, Hayley.
: Ok.
* Zup never trusted the pretty ones. Okay, he trusted them. A lot.
LaZorra: hehe
Sam: Zup: Wasn't it you that cooed over how Julie bites her fingers in her sleep?
Zup: Yes, it was.
.
.
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: *whistle*
LaZorra: Oooh.
: *whistle*
Zup: Wait, he's got the gun again...
: *whistle*
Zup: And whistling innocently...or is he?!?!
: Hi, Matt.
: Oh, hi.
: What are you doing?
asterismW: Hunting.
: Just cleaning my gun. For a moment, I thought I left my cleaning rod at home, but...here it is.
LaZorra: Mmmhmm.
LaZorra: You don't point your gun at people when you clean it.
Zup: He just killed Ramona!
: Haven't we had enough of guns for one lifetime?
* NessaChan is suddenly scared o_o
: You can say that again, honey.
: So get rid of the thing!
Randy: Yeah, BAD IDEA
: ?
: Just throw it away.
NessaChan: no, I wouldn't do that yet.
Maryam: It'd be a bad idea for a private detective not to have a gun.
: Like this. *snatch* *toss!*
: (the gun lands)
: Hey, that was expensive!
NessaChan: d'oh.
Goosey: this is creepy
: And money well spent, if you ask me. But we don't need it anymore. Let's get guns and killers and tropical islands out of our lives once and for all. Ok?
: *smile* Ok, dear. Whatever you want.
: *smile* Good.
: Erm....
: Yes?
: Are you sure you want to get rid of tropical islands, too?
: Oh yes. From now on, we vacation only in arctic climates.
Kysle: Brrr.
Kalimeris: They can honeymoon in an...yeah.
SirDude: LOL
LaZorra: hehe.
Zup: hahahahahahahahahahno
: Hmmmm...it might be hard to stay warm.
: Oh, I think we'll manage. Somehow. *wink*
Randy: SMA IS SUCKING THE CUTENESS AWAY
Zup: LOL
: But maybe we should have one last swim, huh?
: The beach or the pool?
: Oh, dear. Decisions, decisions....
: How about the beach in five minutes?
: It's a date.
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* Zup wants to see the end of the chapter...violently!
: Mmmmm...the water's warm. Come on in!
LaZorra: Nooo Hayley!
LaZorra: *Jaws music*
: Aahh, noooo, it's cold!
: Cold?? Wimp. Only you would think tropical waters are cold.
: Yeah, well...I have sensitive skin!
: Oh, that reminds me. I forgot the suntan lotion. Be right back! *emerges from the water*
Goosey: POISON SUNBLOCK
: Oh, hey, let me. I can get it.
Zup: HAYLEY DONT TRUST HIM
Maryam: MATT DON'T TRUST HER
Zup: HE'S EEEEEEEEEEVILLLLL
: No, you're a man. You'll just come back saying you can't find it, and I'll have to go up anyway.
LaZorra: LOL
: Hey, I can find things perfectly well, thank you.
: Mm-hmm. Stay and get used to the water. I want to see you in it by the time I get back. *leaves*
: Heh. *shakes head*
: Ahhhhh, that sun is great.
Zup: RAMONA! WHERE ARE YOU?
LaZorra: Can you smell that? Smells like . . . DEATH.
NessaChan: he doesn't want her to see his tattoo that says "I <3 Cheeto Girl"
LaZorra: LOL
Maryam: LOL Nessa
: AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
: !
Crystal109: !
iwpg: !
: *wail* *gasp* *cry*
Zup: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Kalimeris: SHE RAN OUT OF SUN SCREEN
:
Zup: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo
: *sob*
Maryam: The beach is crying. :-(
Crystal109: Awww. The poor beach. Matt killed it.
: Hayley?
LaZorra: RUN MOAR FASTAAAAR
: *quivery voice* Ramona...*sob*...noooooo....
:
NessaChan: o_o
:
LaZorra: :-(
Goosey: O.O
asterismW: ????
NessaChan: AHHH
Kalimeris: Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! ONE LITTLE SAILOR ALL ALONE
Maryam: Haha, nice tongue.
asterismW: LOVE the tongue!
Randy: LOL
Zup: RAMONA! YOU FINALLY DIED! AFTER I VOTED FOR YOU EVERY TIME!
: ??
: You!
: Hayley, how could you??
: Don't come any closer!
Zup: Who to trust, who to trust?
LaZorra: She committed suicide.
Zup: Nah, that's too obvious.
: Hayley, just calm down....
: I SAID STAY AWAY FROM ME! *runs*
: *runs*
: Hayley, wait! *chases after*
: *runs*
: Hayley!
: (through her tears) Don't you come any closer, Matt. Don't you dare. *dashes inside*
: ...
: The gun!
: *runs*
: *runs*
: *runs*
: *searches*
: *grabs the gun under the sofa*
: Where is it, where is it, where is it??
: *runs*
: Ah ha!
: Hold it!
: Don't move!
asterismW: Oh dear...
NessaChan: NO
Zup: MEXICAN STANDOFF!
:
Zup: *theme from The Good, Bad, And the Ugly*
:
Goosey: doolydooly doo... wah WAH wah . . .

End of Chapter 8


LaZorra: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Randy: Nice!
Maryam: Sam, this only proves you're evil.
asterismW: I think they'll shoot each other.
Nyperold: I was waiting for it to be something relatively minor.
Nyperold: Like, Ramona cuts her spikes off, and it looks even worse.
Sam: I love that cliffhanger.
LaZorra: WELL I DON'T
Sam: For the first time in this story, I used crosscutting!
Sam: Hey, I have to keep you all guessing.
Sam: You're all spoiled from the last session, which ended on a semi-conclusive note.
Crystal109: Sam: I'm SO glad that I'll be there on Friday.