Chapter 1 (Day):
8:00 March 5, 1922. Swiss Alps.
The sun comes up. The train is still dead in its tracks on top of the bridge high in the Alps. All seems calm and peaceful, yet the passengers of the train had little rest. It was a busy night, and everybody seemed very tired. The night before brought about events that nobody wished to recall, yet they had to if they wished to survive.
What woke you from your short nap, however, was the cry of one of the passengers in the diner room. You quickly rush to the scene to see what is going on. The moment you get close your stomach turns.
At first glance, you see the train attendant from yesterday night sitting at a chair. But what catches your eye is not the fact that he was sitting in front of you, rather what was protruding from his back. The glint of steel flashes into your eyes, causing you to blink for one moment. The following moment you find yourself keeled over on the floor throwing up yesterday's dinner. One of the passengers, a middle-aged lady with the scent of roses, rushes over to you and helps you back up, cleaning off the mess around your mouth as you heave heavily.
Who in any one person's sane mind would senselessly kill the train attendant?
This question revolves in your head as you attempt to sort out your thoughts.
As you look up at the other passengers, they all seem to have the same thoughts going through their heads. Disbelief. Bewilderment. Most of all, anger.
One man, who looked like he looked rather flashy, spoke up,
"I'm sure we can all agree that one of us did this."
He, of course, voiced everybody's thoughts.
Another man said,
"I think we ought to figure out the murderer democratically and methodically."
"Bah, democracy?" scoffed another man, he had a British accent, "If you make any mention of the faulty judicial system in the States, I will have to ask you to leave our premise as no man there is human."
"A vote if take, would make good," a rather large man with a very thick accent speaks up.
As each passenger put their thoughts into the idea of taking a vote, it became clear that this would be the safest way of going about determining and eliminating the murderer.
You take one last look at the murder weapon:
It is a small knife. The handle looks very expensive, possibly made out of pure silver. A few pearls embed the handle. Whoever brought this on the train could quite possibly be using it as a prop rather than an actual weapon. At least from the looks of it. The blade itself doesn't look sharp, so the wound cuts thick.
You sigh. It looks like everybody has their mind set on finding out the murderer. But who could he or she be? And how does the death of the train attendant relate to the incident from the night before?
You ready yourself for the incoming storm...
It is now Day 1. You have 72 hours to discuss things among yourselves and to make a vote to lynch somebody. Please look to the rules for the Lynch process.
If you have any questions please let me know.
ALL PMS ARE OUT. YOU MAY BEGIN POSTING!!!