Hey everyone out there in Internet Land - I'm back, and just like I promised, I have brought with me the thrilling outcome of the Murder Mystery (not that myself and several other people didn't already know, but let's pretend that nobody did ^_^.) Admittedly I am rather late, but it is still Monday, and so you can't say that I haven't stuck to my word.
Before I do tell you about what went down at the end of the Murder Mystery, however I feel that it would be prudent of me to explain why I am so late posting this - the latest of a string of blogs (man, a new one of these things seems to go up every weekday, what is with that?!) I truly do have a good excuse, I swear...Well...I think it's a good excuse anyway.
You see, it all started yesterday when I decided to get some chairs for the new table that I bought. Well, okay, really that has absolutely nothing to do with the story - although many thanks do go to The Letter F and Teresa for helping me out with that. Also, I suppose, to my Nan who gave me the money to purchase the chairs. And the guys at the Junktion (the local tip-shop) for giving me a 20% discount on the chairs. But I digress (and needless, too, although I am more than aware that I'm doing it...It's not particularly "tension" that I wish to create, so much as annoyance...)
Were I to really go back to the start of this game, then I should take you back approximately 25 years and 8 months, when my parents fornicated - okay, that is a mental image I did not need to give myself. But yes, at some time, approximately 8 months after my parents did the nasty in the pasty, I was born (I was premature, you see...) and so that would (I suppose) make today my birthday. Unless I've been lied to my entire life. I'm sure that it's a possibility, some people go to incredible lengths to do that kind of thing to people...
Anyway, today's anniversary of the day my mother forced me from her uterus is the 25th I have celebrated - unless you hold with the long-standing theory of Lydia and others, that I am in fact The Doctor, in which case it is simply been 25 years since I last regenerated - was pretty darn good. I got $70 off my family ($20 of which went to buy chairs for my table...) and I got to have lunch with Nan and Pop, and spent the rest of the day with Spud, Lydia, Squiggles, and Emma.
I must say that, considering that I don't particularly make a big deal out of birthdays (I only wish someone a happy birthday, usually, if I see them in person...) I can understand why someone would. I have so far gotten away with getting Shotgun in Spud's car, even though Lydia was travelling with us. I got shouted lunch, and I got to break my diet for the day. I got to play the games I wanted all day. Overall, it is kind of my dream-day (which, I suppose, says a lot about me as a person, which is kind of upsetting...)
So I guess that's all I really have to say about my birthday, and the fact that today was awesome. I hope you enjoyed my birthday blog, and I really do apologise for the lack of quality - I'll return to my normal standard of broadcast tomorrow, when I'm not being pestered to come play Munchkin because I have to head off to bed in two hours...
The moral of the story, today, is that I didn't really forget that I promised to tell you the outcome of the murder mystery. The killer of Duncan was, of course, Franklin Chalmers (played by Spud) because he was so filled with obsessive lust for Janet that he would let nothing stand in his way to be with her...and Duncan just would not yield. The second killer, however, was Janet (played by Lydia) who knew that Duncan and Bradley were in a homosexual relationship together - effectively (well, actually, more than effectively, but didn't that sound cool) cheating on Janet...This would ruin her plan...The rich can normally get away with these things. These two...
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