User:Zork Implementor L/J'accuse

We all got invited here, we might as well solve a mystery n' shit.

Thank you all for meeting me in the Accusing Parlor tonight. If you're wondering what "j'accuse" means, and why I ran screaming it through the whole house, it means "I accuse" in French, and it's what people say when they accuse people of murder. I trust you know why we're all here. After I was mysteriously invited to this party, and after people started mysteriously dying, I decided to put my internet degrees in Criminology, and Criminography, to good use. But to accuse people of homicide, I have to start at the beginning.

The Chilling Investigation

The first murder was similar to this in its style and grace.

The First Murder: Ms. Chalk

I have discovered that the first murder was committed in the dining room

with an obsolete revolver just before "2 and A Half Men"! There, right in the middle of everything, was the PWNED body of Ms. Chalk, the first of the three murders of the evening. After some clever investigation, I saw that, clutched in her right hand, was 3 broken matches from a Peruvian Match company box... This was interesting, considering the conversation that had occurred at the dinner table... COLONEL MUSTARD!

At Dinner

I think we all remember Ms. Chalk bragging about her job as a lion tamer. I remember the conversation she had with the Colonel being very awkward: full of pauses and hiccups and throat clearing. Also, she ordered a strange dish for a woman in her position: the dried monkey heads. That dish has special significance in Massachussets, as the Colonel well knows. Now, I know for a fact that the Colonel had served overseas in that region for nigh five years. However, dinner was not the only thing linking the Colonel to the crime. It was the second murder that convinced me to start looking for clues.

The Second Murder: Reverend White

The second murder occurred 54 seconds after the first. Reverend White was found upside down in the swimming pool with a gun sticking out of his chest. In there with him was a copy of "The Boddice Rippeth". I recall him telling us, before he went outside, that he had some "business" to take care of. I thought that it was strange that he would go outside so abruptly in the first place, because it was cold. And also there were bats. I don't like bats.

I believe that the evidence speaks for itself.

Reverend White

There are some things that you all must know about Reverend White before we continue. I had a personal investigator research his past before I called you all in here. Here's what we now know:

• AGE: It's hard to believe it, but Reverend White was nearly 97 years old. It's odd, I mean, considering what he did on his days off.

• HOBBY: I have discovered that Reverend White had a penchant for "Mary Jane," if you know what I mean. He has, on numerous occasions, used his knowledge of this hobby at his job.

• OCCUPATION: Reverend White used to be a pen ink taster until he was fired... for mysterious reasons. Reasons that neither I nor my investigator could uncover. I'm almost positive that he held a grudge for what he probably saw was an indignity. This grudge manifested itself in strange ways. Few of you probably know of Reverend White's sordid past.

• SORDID PAST: Reverend White has been convicted on several misdemeanor counts of public nudity. Considering Ms. Chalk's occupation, I believe you can ALL see the connection.

This leads me to the, for lack of a better word, "AWKWARRRD" between he and Ms. Chalk at dessert-time.

Everyone agrees that the chef WAS, IN FACT, Asian.

Dessert

You may all recall the conversation at dinner, when Reverend White challenged Ms. Chalk to a Greek wrestling match. When she refused the fourth time, Reverend White seemed discouraged. When she accepted on the fifth time, Reverend White forced us to watch the two of them play for an hour, and he forced the third murder victim to keep score.

The Third Murder: Ms. Smythe-Bottingsley

15 minutes after the second murder, Ms. Smythe-Bottingsley was found. She had been hung by a thread in the upstairs closet. If you recall, she kept score of the "game" between Ms. Chalk and Reverend White. However, I bet you didn't know that she was an accomplice to Reverend White's various crimes! For 8 months, Ms. Smythe-Bottingsley was the getaway driver of Reverend White's illegal knife importation ring! That's right. I bet you didn't know that.

The Evidence

Ms. Smythe-Bottingsley examining the suspicious golf trophy (from the fourier) on the front lawn, right before dinner was served.

The Murder Weapons

The murder weapons, you all may have noticed, were all items from Wal-Mart. You also may have noticed that all the murder weapons, except for the suspicious golf trophy, were stained with the victim's blood afterwards.

The Satin Glove

At each crime scene, a satin glove was found. Oh wait, did I not mention that? Sorry. Aaanywho, the gloves were all of the same size, and Colonel Mustard was seen wearing one at dinner, during the wrestling match, during dessert, and after he found the body of Reverend White.

The Suicide Notes

At each crime scene, the victim was holding a suicide note. The suicide note was always written in a firm aristocratic lettering with a blue 1997 model BiC fountain pen on parchment scented with whale oil. Of particular note was the suicide note found with Ms. Smythe-Bottingsley, which was signed "CM".

The final piece of the puzzle.

The Suspicious Cook

The cook, who only spoke in Yiddish, was especially suspicious, considering that he was of Korean ancestery, wore a long twirling mustache, and had a tattoo of two dragons being intimate on his forearm.

The Missing Rifle

Even though it was never used, the rifle that was hanging in the trophy room disappeared right before the lights went out.

The Electric Failure

Right before, or after, the murder of Ms. Chalk, the lights went out. I know that the fuse box is outside, far away from the murder scene. I also know that THE COLONEL used to be an electrician before joining the Coast Guard. However, I will need time to process this information.

The Confession Note

The confession note that was found with the suspicious golf trophy reads as follows:

Being of sound mind and body, I, the suspicious Asian chef, hereby declare that I 
committed all the crimes, and take full responsibility. It was not any of the other
guests, including the handsome Colonel, and I did it. I did it, I killed 'em.
Signed,
CM

However, I'm not fully convinced that the suspicious Asian chef really did write that note, considering that he only spoke Yiddish. It goes in the evidence pile anyway, as evidence that the suspicious Asian chef was lying.

The Suspects

One of the suspects now in custody.

After considering all the evidence, and gathering all the clues, I have narrowed down the list of suspects to four.

Me

Every good investigator has to include all the options. Maybe I just forgot that I committed them. Maybe I was drunk. Maybe I was under hypnosis. Maybe I forgot that I forgot. Maybe I was drunk while under hypnosis. I'm not sure. Anyway, I will recuse myself from this investigation because I'm cool like that.

You

Well, I mean, since there's only three of us, and since your signature, "CM" was on all the "suicide notes", I'm guessing it's you, Colonel. However, like you said earlier, it's true that I could have forgot that I committed the murders, and it's true that I wasn't paying attention the whole time, and it's true that I also know how to fire guns, and it's true that I'm not perfect. Okay, okay, calm down. We still have two more suspects to go.

VERY suspicious...

The Chef

The chef, being an Asian, is almost at the top of my list. Asians are a tricky folk, full of tricks and trickery. In spite of that, he was gone when the murders were committed, and his hand didn't fit in the satin glove, which basically clears him... Okay, okay, it's true that he could have a twin... and he IS Asian... and that confession note was nearly suspicious...hmmm...

Indian Burial Grounds

This all could be a horror movie, and we're living in a house built on ancient Indian burial grounds. I mean, it could be.

The Conclusion

It is as I always suspected: THE CRIME...is unsolvable! I don't understand the link between the clock in the dining room stopping and the second murder. Or the hamster that Ms. Chalk brought with her and the missing hunting rifle. Or the suspicious cook, the suspicious invitations, and the bookcase full of human skulls. Or the broken lamp in the living room. This crime is unsolvable, and I'm getting the HELL outta here. I've had enough of this nuthouse.