This is the story of how I started dating your Aunt Robin:
Things were initially going great with Victoria. She was the perfect girl. Funny, smart, an amazing baker, very good on the eyes, and always selflessly helping others. However, she started to see my true feelings towards Robin the more the three of us decided to hang out.
One day, she confronted me about it. “Ted, you aren’t truly over Robin, are you?”
“That’s crazy talk! Me and her tried things, it didn’t work out, and me and her are just friends now! You have nothing to worry about!”
“But Ted, I am worried. I know you. I see how you look at Robin. Those longing eyes. I know you love me, and our time together has been great the past few months. But I will never be what Robin is to you. I can wait with you, hoping that a switch will flip, that the way you feel about Robin will become the way you feel about me. But it just won’t happen. I think you deep down know it to.”
Ted looks off into the distance. “Victoria, I don’t know what to sa….”
“You don’t need to say anything Ted. I was offered a spot at a culinary school in Germany. I am taking the spot. Long distance wouldn’t have worked anyway. You are a great guy Ted. You are going to make Robin the happiest girl in the world. Now, close your eyes.”
Ted closes his eyes, and leans in for a kiss. Victoria leans in very close to Ted, but far enough away that their lips aren’t touching. Ted can feel Victoria’s sweet breath on his lips. She keeps it this way, teasing him, almost kissing him, but not quite. She whispers, “Ted, count to 5 for me. Then open your eyes.”
Ted starts to say, “I don’t know wha….”
“Just trust me Ted, count to 5.”
“Okay. 1……2……3……4……..5…..” He opens his eyes and Victoria was gone. Staying with Ted for now, he showed up later that night at Robin’s door with the Blue French Horn. Robin was very much wooed by this gesture, which of course led to sexy times for Ted that night. By the next morning, Robin was officially his girlfriend.
However, the story did not end that night for Victoria. Victoria wasn’t entirely truthful as to why she was “going to Germany”. Earlier that day, her bakery was bought out by a law firm for them to set up another office there. Essentially, she was set up by one of the lawyers there, such that he paid off a health safety official to deem her bakery as non-compliant with safety standards, causing her business to streak to a halt. He then offered her a small sum of money to get her out of this situation, which barely allowed her to break even. Unfortunately, she didn’t have another choice, and agreed. What she didn’t know was that the spot in the Germany culinary school was a complete hoax, completely set up by the law firm.
So later that day, she attempted to call the culinary school, explaining that she was accepting the position. To her dismay, she found out at this point that she was attempting to accept did not exist for her and she was not admitted into this exclusive school. Her life was now in shambles. She was unemployed. She just broke up with her boyfriend. She had no place to live as she had just let her lease expire. And her goals had just been dashed.
She called for an emergency meeting with a local psychiatrist. The psychiatrist talked to her for an hour, but to her it seemed that the psychiatrist was more trying to get information out of her as opposed to trying to actually help. At the end of the session, he prescribed her a thing of 60 pills for depression, but noted that serious side effects can happen if too many are taken, and instructed her to stick with the given dosage.
Unfortunately, she had lost her will to live. She paid for the pills with what little money she had left. This was her way out. Her way to escape all of this pain. She walked into a dark alley, a small bottle of vodka and the pills in hand. All of the pills were chugged down, washed down by the entire vial of alcohol. At this point she lay down up against the bricks and went to sleep. And she never woke up. Several minutes later, a man in a very expensive suit walked up to her, laughing. “So predictable, so weak, they all just have no will to live.” And with that, continued on with his evening.
Dead is Ksmi117, Victoria, who could enhance other MALE’s powers by leading up to a kiss with them, or could make a variety of baked goods which would grant extra abilities to those who decided to eat them.
The night did not end here. We next follow Barney throughout the town. He heads out from Maclaren’s bar with his trusty driver, Ranjit, ready to give him a ride. Interestingly enough, the same sequence of events are followed as two nights ago. Ranjit heads over to a booth to start getting his drink on, while Barney meets with his guy, guy to obtain some information on a person of interest to him. What neither Ranjit nor Barney noticed was the person following the two of them. She stayed in the shadows initially watching. After Barney picked up the letter from his contact, the girl immediately approached him. “Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink?” She asked while biting her lower lip.
“Yowza.” Barney immediately rhetorts. “ I mean, I can’t say no to a free drink from a beautiful girl.” Barney didn’t notice the powder that she put in the drink; he was too focused on more important things, like boobs. He started sipping on his drink , and immediately felt fairly light headed. The rest of the night was fairly fuzzy for him. He remembers vaguely being screamed at by his boss. He remembers being punched in the face by one of his loyal friends. But he doesn’t remember being tape recorded.
The next morning, he woke up in his own bed, with something on his bed. It was a tape, with the note on it, “Play me.” He grabs a tape recorder of his own and presses play, and to his dismay hears his own voice. “Of course I am a wolf. I mean I wasn’t originally, I was simply just awesome originally. Now I am awesomer. In fact, possibly, if I may, even awesomerest. Too bad it makes me vulnerable now, that really is a drag.” Barney looks around both panicked and confused. Then he hears the women’s voice. “Gotcha. This is your copy of the recording, but everyone else will hear this recording as of tomorrow. Hope you enjoy your final days in New York City.”
Also to provide a little comedic relief for those who would like it: One of our lucky people last night was rode like a wildebeest on top of the bar, while a separate bartender was filling his mouth up with hard liquor. Oh and a third person was watching all of this, ensuring that the male would be okay.
As usual, important information was found last night. Lynch deadline is set for 8 pm. Only Lusty Leopard may continue pming. Apparently they are the lucky ones this game…Also note that group members may have changed!
There are 28 players remaining in the game
Maclarens:
1. Mad Jack
3. brightimpressio
4. WillowLeaf
The Original Apartment:
7. Rogert
8. honeytokki
9. Gwenevre
10. swingnsave
Robin's Apartment:
11. NilocDent
12. ResoluteMike
14. Zensing
15. swiniazycie
Barney's apartment:
16. Jilary
17. orca2011
18. Cyndia
19. allieh8607
Lily and Marshal's House on Long Island:
21. DocEspana
23. HowIMetYourPet
25. hedgiehog
Ted's House on Long Island:
26. Caia
27. Hammer2s
28. Foxhunter
30. devyn
The Lusty Leopard
31. DVMDream
32. LetItSnow
33. dyachei
34. StartingOverVet
2. Wildzoo
6. Ashgirl
Dead:
5. fancymylotus - Daphne
13. Tuckervet - Clint
22. ZVH - Patrice
24. Snow White96 - Don Frank
29. Chillbo Baggins - Carl Maclaren
20. ksmi117 – Victoria