Another creative game

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Once upon a time there was a kindly spirit named Pendragon who dearly loved to drink his morning coffee and catch up with the goings on in the LitNet community. Until one day, when he went to add his usual sweet smilies to his text, the smilies all ganged up on poor Pen, jumping off the screen and making so much racket, and this scared dear Pen to death, and that was the end of Pen, but the beginning of a new epoch, the Smilies Revenge on Planet Earth... which is another tale. RIP dear Pen! ;)

“Whatcha got so far, Murphy?”

“Well, the dame’s dead all right. Not a very pretty looking sight either, so if you got a weak stomach, Lieutenant, you might not want to close a look.”

The big man sighed. He was getting too old for this anyway. “What was the time and cause of death? Bones through with her examination?”

“Yessir. She’s arranging for the body to be removed as we speak. Cause of death was severe blood loss, the body was drenched in the stuff. Time of death as judged by body temperature was around 12:15 last night.

“But here’s the kicker, Lieutenant: That girl never had a mark on her body. She was a pretty enough dame, platinum-blonde hair, a nice face, curves where it counts. Her face was frozen in an look of absolute horror, fair gave me the willies, and I’ve seen plenty of stiffs. She had on her nighty and underpants, like she’d gone to bed. There were funny creases in the material like a knife had passed through, but no cuts. Blood patterns like cuts, though, and she bled out. Freaky case.”

The Lieutenant shook his head. “Why do you suppose she was even here? The Bates Motel has been closed down for nigh on a decade. I’m surprised the dump hasn’t fallen down.”

“Ah, well, that’s another thing, sir. All the rooms in this joint are shot except the room she was in. That room looks as new as ever. Even the lights and the water work. Heck, even the TV works. And something else—the office is the same way. Figure that one out for me, will you, sir? I don’t want to have to write Miss Paws’ case up as “apparently killed by a ghost…”

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"P" is for Pendragon, pummeled by pachyderms...http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h5...s/elephant.gif


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"K" is for kathy, kept in the cage until her poor soul departed....

."M" is for Mockingbird, metamorphosized into flame ..http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...s/flameman.gif

Pen was sucked into the television, just like little Carolanne in the movie Poltergeist. The only difference is....Carolanne got back out again....

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Kathycf went through a pretzel factory and fell in the dough mixer never to be seen again as the giant mixer turned on.
*reaches for pretzels....yum*

A Tucan Gets Polarized

“Ok, Murphy, what do you have for me this time?” The big man sighed wearily, and took a healthy gulp from a silver hip flask of brandy.

“Well, Lieutenant, it’s another strange one, right enough. Trains don’t come up this line anymore, haven’t for some years now. The old 64th street station has been abandoned for years. But somehow, nobody ever got around to turning off the electricity and water. Homeless folk used to live down here and none the wiser.

“Street entrances were finally sealed off about six years ago, after a raid collected all the homeless. And—“

“Murphy, if you got a point get to it. I don’t like it down here. Gives me the shakes.”

“Right, sir. Well, we found a young woman in the station house tonight. Cute kid, had groceries with her, mostly boxes of fruit loops cereal, with the Toucan on the box? It was weird though. The temperature in that old station is about 75 degrees. It is still above fifty out here in the tunnel. So how did the girl manage to freeze solid in this type of weather?”

The Lieutenant turned a cold grey eye on Murphy. “She froze to death? Froze solid, and in this temperature? Bones make the diagnosis?”

“Yessir. No broken pipes of any type anywhere near the body. She just froze like a statue. What do I put in the report?”

The Lieutenant stared off into the distance. “Whatever you and Bones can make up. They wouldn’t believe the truth anyway…”

Pendragon

P WAS for Pendragon .... until the Python Pulled his Phunny Bone and he laughed himself to the **spooky music here** other side!!

Poor Pen!!

The Sarsparilla Kiz goes down.

June 10, 2007

The notorious criminal known as the Sarsparilla Kiz was gunned down today in a bloody battle. She had been spotted robbing her 257th laundromat, and police were called to the scene to apprehend this vicious and notorious criminal who has been terrorizing laundromat patrons and stealing their clothing all across the Canadian prairies for three years now. Her small accomplice known only as "Pepper" was spared and has cut a deal with the Distict Attorney.

Dame Kathy went out for a walk on a nice sunny day.
Dame Kathy met Dame Andya.
Dame Andya said, "Nice to see you kathy!"
Dame Kathy fell down dead from fright at seeing Dame Andya in person because Dame Andya was wearing hot pink shorts with a long cat tail hanging down and a baby blue top with Minnie mouse on it.

(no I don't wear those, just fyi :lol: :lol:)

Butterfly For Dinner

Andya was a butterfly trying out her wings,
Soaring on the breezes, having fun.
Far from her mind were thoughts of evil things,
Or that Death would ever come.
There was a Lurker in the Doorway far below,
Who watched with grim intent.
And laid her trap with cunning, chuckling low,
As Andya soared and whirled and dipped.
Diving between the portals of the darkened door,
Andya felt the silken trap’s embrace.
The more she struggled the greater grew,
The spider’s victory. She was saying grace.
Andya soared up to the sky, oh, but what a deal,
To give her wings of flight to become a gourmet meal!

Pendragon
© 6/13/07

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pendragon- the giant spider- walked into the his house just after eating andya. he took out his bottle of beer, he drank it, and flopped into bed. he woke up around midnight, his head buzzing, still a little wozzy, and went for a walk. after about an hour of walking he looked up and saw a giant something covering the moon. "i wonder what that is," he said as he tripped again over his leg. well that thing covering the moon was actually someones foot... squish!!!

Shurtugal was doing the usually, volunteering at the park when a crazed unicorn came charging forward, from behind the hedge. Shurtugal was caught by surprise and now Shurtugal is the only person I know of who has ever been killed by a unicorn (the horn to be exact -- caught poor old shurtugal in the temple)