Well, at least the fact that the next part won't come until July gives us time to write a fanfiction where the cast decides that the only thin… moreg that they want to kill is time and find some... interesting ways of accomplishing this.
*winkwink* *nudgenudge*
There's sort of a rule to being featured. I've been here since 2012, back when this foru-COMMUNITY looked entirely different. You had to have been around during that time to be featured in this.
But just for you're compliment (and because it will need a larger cast than this one), you get to be in the sequel.
There's sort of a rule to being featured. I've been here since 2012, back when this foru-COMMUNITY looked entirely different. You had to hav… moree been around during that time to be featured in this.
But just for you're compliment (and because it will need a larger cast than this one), you get to be in the sequel.
If I had to guess on a murderer, I would say, that it was Daishi's twin brother. Or maybe Daishi himself, and then his brother, is the dead guy. I remember you mentioning what the characters looked like, and one of them, looked the same as Daishi
That thing with me saying what characters looked like wasn't meant to be a clue, if that's what you're thinking.
As for who the killer is, I ain't saying shit. You'll have to wait until next month for THE AWESOME CONCLUSION and the epilogue, which leads directly into the sequel.
This is not the only time I've seen "Because I could" or "Because I wanted to see what it felt like" as a motive. I'm surprised I hadn't thought about that before, but you did a good job distracting away from the real motive all along.
You didn't explain how the real police finally knew when to show up, though. Why did they?
Marsden and Fawful called the police again right before you-know-who was shot, remember? Also, the first two cops were actually part of the blank scheme, remember?
And I just realized how massive that plot hole is. Editing time!
And now it is explained in the epilogue. Thanks for bringing that to my attention.
It definitely was enjoyable. I loved it from start to finish, even if I did die early on. The excellent ending has got me wanting to see the sequel even more now than when you announced it way back when.
Oh, and I consolidated your accidental double posts into one. I definitely understand, as I've done that before myself on my iPad.
A gray, sunless sky hung over Telltale City, draining the energy of most of it’s citizens and ruining the moods of many a happy soul who had looked forward to bright, blue day. Amongst the ever-growing crowd of people walking through the city’s main square was a bespectacled man in his 20s who hadn’t slept for the past 24 hours.
From what he had just lived through, he didn’t think he would ever sleep again, and if he did he was guaranteed to see the dead in their last moments of life.
As he walked up the stairs to his house, he couldn’t help but feel like eyes were on him the entire time. Prying. Questioning. Judging. He unlocked the door and went straight for his kitchen, opening the cabinet above his icebox to remove a bottle of whiskey. He didn’t bother to reach for a glass.
That night, when he laid down in bed in a futile attempt to rest and reeking of alcohol, all he could see was the darkness and all he could hear was the explosion.
No, not an explosion. A gunshot.
He knew it was coming for him, whatever it was. He ran, but found no end to the inky blackness that engulfed everything around him. Until he eventually happened upon a circle of people: seven men and two women. In the center of the circle was a figure cloaked in black. He raised a revolver up from nowhere.
It would turn from each figure to another, their lives being snatched away in seconds by a tiny lead ball. One of the women began to scream as fire slowly crept up her body and engulfed her, turning her into ashes. Yet she did not move from her spot.
Another man, fatter and wearing a police officer’s uniform, began to choke and expel white foam from his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
The dreamer looked on, to horrified to say or do anything, until another man put his hands down onto his shoulders as his eyes turned black.
“ALL RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES, AND WE WERE TOO STUPID TO SEE IT!”
Comments
New chapter next week. Or maybe tomorrow, if I'm in a good mood.
New chapter this Saturday. All who are actually interested in it or are in it please respond because I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU CARE!
I am interested
I wanna be in this so cool and well written
I care! If only because I'm not dead yet and I want to see what gruesome fate awaits me.
Because we all know I'm going to bite the big one. I just hope it's as explosive as my "wife".
There's sort of a rule to being featured. I've been here since 2012, back when this foru-COMMUNITY looked entirely different. You had to have been around during that time to be featured in this.
But just for you're compliment (and because it will need a larger cast than this one), you get to be in the sequel.
Please do quality story I'll read it and give you good depth review comment on the sequel
Thanks honored to be part of the sequel love this idea very innovation and creative plus took so much effort so you deserve credit just quality.
I'll be happy to read your new chapter when it's done.
This next one will be longer than last two. About 10-12 pages.
I hope that at least someone will have guessed the correct solution by the time the first to last one is out.
Who is this Martin Guru man?
GuruGuru214. Just rewind back a couple pages and you'll see who I'm talking about.
Page 15 to be exact.
What I want to know is if anyone here has a theory as to who the murderer is!
He is this man, man. :P
New chapter right here.
https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3158115/4/A-Telltale-Murder-Mystery
TO BE CONCLUDED, MOTHER F**KERS!
Very good, I think this was your best chapter yet!
That's 'cause I put more time into this one.
If I had to guess on a murderer, I would say, that it was Daishi's twin brother. Or maybe Daishi himself, and then his brother, is the dead guy. I remember you mentioning what the characters looked like, and one of them, looked the same as Daishi
That thing with me saying what characters looked like wasn't meant to be a clue, if that's what you're thinking.
As for who the killer is, I ain't saying shit. You'll have to wait until next month for THE AWESOME CONCLUSION and the epilogue, which leads directly into the sequel.
Final Chapter/Epilogue coming in May.
Not that long now. Post any theories now while you still have the chance.
Did I receive a thumbs down just for saying "motherf**kers?"
https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3158115/5/A-Telltale-Murder-Mystery
Congratulations on finishing such a great murder mystery! Everyone here should do themselves a favor and read this, since it's amazing.
Congratulations on finishing the story!
This is not the only time I've seen "Because I could" or "Because I wanted to see what it felt like" as a motive. I'm surprised I hadn't thought about that before, but you did a good job distracting away from the real motive all along.
You didn't explain how the real police finally knew when to show up, though. Why did they?
Marsden and Fawful called the police again right before you-know-who was shot, remember? Also, the first two cops were actually part of the blank scheme, remember?
And I just realized how massive that plot hole is. Editing time!
And now it is explained in the epilogue. Thanks for bringing that to my attention.
Well, that's it for the time being.
I hope I made this story enjoyable enough to you guys. I'm going to be writing the sequel later this year.
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It definitely was enjoyable. I loved it from start to finish, even if I did die early on.
The excellent ending has got me wanting to see the sequel even more now than when you announced it way back when. 
Oh, and I consolidated your accidental double posts into one. I definitely understand, as I've done that before myself on my iPad.
First I have to finish two westerns, and two Indiana Jones stories. Then I'll do the sequel.
After that, I'll do my musical and then part 3 of the TMM trilogy.
This was a really good story, and I can't wait to read the sequel
I wasn't totally wrong about, who the murderer was, even thougt most of the things I guessed on didn't happen
This was a really good story, and I can't wait to read the sequel
I wasn't totally wrong about, who the murderer was, even thougt most of the things I guessed on didn't happen
I have very big plans for the third of the trilogy, but the sequel won't be written until Q4.
*Prologue
A gray, sunless sky hung over Telltale City, draining the energy of most of it’s citizens and ruining the moods of many a happy soul who had looked forward to bright, blue day. Amongst the ever-growing crowd of people walking through the city’s main square was a bespectacled man in his 20s who hadn’t slept for the past 24 hours.
From what he had just lived through, he didn’t think he would ever sleep again, and if he did he was guaranteed to see the dead in their last moments of life.
As he walked up the stairs to his house, he couldn’t help but feel like eyes were on him the entire time. Prying. Questioning. Judging. He unlocked the door and went straight for his kitchen, opening the cabinet above his icebox to remove a bottle of whiskey. He didn’t bother to reach for a glass.
That night, when he laid down in bed in a futile attempt to rest and reeking of alcohol, all he could see was the darkness and all he could hear was the explosion.
No, not an explosion. A gunshot.
He knew it was coming for him, whatever it was. He ran, but found no end to the inky blackness that engulfed everything around him. Until he eventually happened upon a circle of people: seven men and two women. In the center of the circle was a figure cloaked in black. He raised a revolver up from nowhere.
It would turn from each figure to another, their lives being snatched away in seconds by a tiny lead ball. One of the women began to scream as fire slowly crept up her body and engulfed her, turning her into ashes. Yet she did not move from her spot.
Another man, fatter and wearing a police officer’s uniform, began to choke and expel white foam from his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
The dreamer looked on, to horrified to say or do anything, until another man put his hands down onto his shoulders as his eyes turned black.
“ALL RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES, AND WE WERE TOO STUPID TO SEE IT!”
Suddenly, a splatter of grey and red.
Fawful awoke, drenched in sweat.
And then he screamed.*
THAT would be a piece of the sequel.