Author Mafia - Game Over!

[EL James]

As I entered the dumbstruck room, I instantly went through a flashback where Christian sucked my thumb--

all night long.

"You'll need to give me some time gentlemen" I said as he started to uncloathe myself and find good areas for me to pleasure the cast of authors, one of them being me.

[EL James]

I started reading what the kind Lovecraft had given me. It was then I started to realize my purpose there wasn't what I believed it was at first. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with the paper--but I gave it my best shot. It's nothing as good as Twilight though.

Kid didn't have a whole lot to go on. Decided to just vote the person he'd have the most trouble understanding. Not really fair, but better than nothin.

As I read this, I felt something struck the wrong way. It felt like the first time Christian touched me. While I was fine with it and it was pleasurable, it was uncomfortable doing his dirtiest desires. But alas, it reminded me of the first time, so it's a minor disturbance to me.

Most of the rabble after this session seems to be random and erratic. I'm not too good at this stuff but again, I'll give it my best shot.

I started reading the Daily Bugle on the newspaper. It's nothing like the Seattle Times, but it'll do. I mainly read the Wanted Jobs since I know that Christian isn't around here. I need the money as well. I'm not sure if there's rent at the place I'm staying at but I'm pretty poor. In any case, I noted the part where people were citing suspicion of David Mamet. I'm waiting for an answer in the next issue for sure.

I then heard an odd voice in the air. The kid that didn't talk apparently had some godlike figure helping out. Why couldn't the "God" that's here just giving him a voice? I wonder and digress at the same time. According to these logs I have, the narrator stated:

Mamet's maybe got a vote or two more than the others, but it was nothing big.

However I have to wonder--how was it not that big? Miss Austen, Mr. Kaufman, Mr. Snicket, and Mr. Pynchon have all personally decided to cast suspicion onto Mr. Mamet. So while it could just be sarcastic suspicion for the intent of drawing a certain aspect of his being, rather than his roleplay, out there seems to be something larger. Especially when that's 4 names out of 24. A good sixth of the game on the second page of these logs. The timing and the number seem a tad bit off, no?

The worst part about this occasion is that the Bugle apparently gains "scumcredit" for these actions. Well, if he does die in the future, I want dibs on his body--I could get some cash there in this rough economy. I'd also like to note that while Mr. Mamet's attempt at making a love story is formittable--it is nothing in comparison with Meyer's masterpiece

Twilight

.

I'm also very suspicious that Mr Pynchon, while in the midst of controversy in the 48th post, decided not to talk about said controversy. Perhaps he has some sort of nondisclosure agreement and doesn't want to talk about it for that reason? I'd understand that. Christian was the same way about his reputation. However, Christian was never charged with the possibility of murder...

Upon reading Mr. Poe's assessment of the Bugle "wagon" thus far(why is it called a wagon? It seems like such an old term now. May we call it an SUV? Or something more modern?) I enjoyed seeing continued support of Mrs. Bradley. I wasn't too sure if she was suspectful due to her unconclusive posts but I had a bad feeling. At least it certainly wasn't a good feeling that I usually had.

Mr. Pynchon still, at least to my knowledge, hasn't addressed the Daily Bugle fiasco. I could give him some motivation for it, if he would please.

In addition, "God" made a picture of Edgar Allen Poda appear. He sort of looks like...Yoda? Does this mean that this God controls the Force? If so, how many midiclorians does he have? I digress though in the instance that I feel that "God" is not following his own commands. While I find this to a fine thing to do, since Christian did it twice, I feel it is maligned in these circumstances.

And now, as I read the inner thoughts of Mr. Kaufman who seems to be a tad bit insane...which is a bit...attractive to say the least, I wonder where the Austen wagon starts. However, that shall be for a later time as I realize that I need some alone time. Christian gets off work around this time and will be wondering where his bitch is and it's always good for me to hear his voice while--well I won't get too down and dirty with the details since I'm already not supposed to say this much. I hope none of you know Mr. Grey well or I shall truly be fucked.

[EL James]

I walked into the room tired. Last night was fabulous. I've already said more than I can though, so I'll just wink at the kind gentlemen who I had a nice evening with. I'm still here but I just a little slow at the moment.

[EL James]

After a nice night I return from some odd pleasures. I realize it's time to do the work, so I better get it done now.

With that, I return to the message marked as 70. These numbers are odd. Especially since 69 seemed important. If I dangle on it too much though, I feel as I may get distracted with the man who wrote it.

I then read a message and feel confused. The man seems a bit odd, but that's okay. It's not like I haven't dealt with odd men before.

Gutterscum behind hiding be smokescream?

I then stand up and address the man by myself. I grab his tie and ask him a question. "I assume that gutter...well...actually let me amend that. Who do you mean by gutter?"

I sit down and continue reading. I'm finding disturbances regularly. Therefore I must address something disturbing again. And it's not the look of the creature it's the tale of it that concerns me.

First the bolded Ms Stein seems not only to have changed votes frequently, but to jump on to both the Bugle wagon, followed by the wagon on me with great speed. She is high on my list of possible Terran infiltrators.

I stand up and get close to Mr. Bradley using my charms to find the truth rather than some hippie bullshit he might spray out. "Mr. Bradley, correct? Christian has talked about you a lot." I say as I mutter my own lies. "In any case, I see you have your eye on Ms Stein. While I don't approve of that fully, I must ask why she has caught your eye greatly now rather than before?" I ask sincerely as I start rubbing his side to give him motivation.

I then continue reading and mutter a curse. I've already read this! I want to just about go in a room and cry. Will I ever find these killers? Will they kill me? Can I actually feel fine lynching someone just based on their words today? A single tear is shed as I then decide to go to the bathroom for a few moments. I come back. I feel as if everyone is staring at me oddly due to a scratch on my face. I ignore them as I am determined to finish this mystery on my own with or without their help.

A new disturbance arises! I examine the text of speech labeled as 104. Therein, I realize something odd. I confront Mr. Wilde about it. "Sir, if you don't mind, may I ask why you decided to vote the nice doctor? He only seems to be a bit sick himself which shouldn't equate to something serious. However, on the matters of serious..." I say with a wink and a blush as I continue back to my seat wondering if he would be more convinced to answer my question in that sense.

I look at Ms. Austen. My greatest competition, I believe. A small obstacle but an obstacle nonetheless. In continue on and examine her words stated in 107. I then call out something that she seems to be incorrect about. "Ms. Austen, you stated that the Doctor was scummy for the reason that he did not vote the newspaper. However, there is something inherently wrong with this. How could he vote someone if he had not posted, as you said in your last post?" I ask with a smirk on my face. Ms. Austen had a lot of history with her name but it didn't mean she was comparable to the great Anatasia or Bella.

I nod in agreement as I see Mr. Joyce's next post. Something I can understand and agree with! Two major good things! I give Mr. Joyce a slip of paper. He only needs to respond with a nod or shake of his head, if he wants to. I smile as the votes on Ms. Austen begin to rise--however not necessarily with logic that I agree with. Vengeance! While I should be looking for scum, I can not lie and say I do not harbor a personal grudge with other females in the game. Especially the affluent ones that should not be.

I then look oddly at Austen at the 128th paragraph of posting. She was incorrect on this basis. However, I had a new disturbance. Not one of a scum aligned disturbance, but one that I might be wrong. I shook my head and ignored my gut feelings as I knew there had to be some motivation toward her vote as someone who wants to commit murder. It just couldn't be true.

Mr. Cummings then grants us all his wisdom. This is a man that is comparable to Christian!

I look oddly at both Mr. Wilde and Marlowe. Were they in some different dimension at this moment? They couldn't possibly be...

In any case, I mark down in my notes that Mr. Marlowe needs more attentiveness and Mr. Wilde needs to address the current issues. That is, unless, they don't want to be a part of my afterparty, considering if I live.

I then stop at the beginning of Page 7. I need answers and rest before I can continue on. I also would like to thank Mr. Pynchon for his help of clarifying the solution. For that, I did send him a nice card to meet me in my quarters in the after hours~

[EL James]

I slam the table. "Uh!" I shout almost as a moan. I blush a bit before placing my vote forward. Maybe this time I'll win.

Vote: Rucks

[EL James]

OOC: Sorry guys. I forgot about this game. Will have something up by tomorrow's end.

[EL James]

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I am horrible at anything that requires me to do something out of my main account although I thought I'd be a bit decent at this.

I don't have a consensus here on anyone and time is not of the essence.

Unvote, Vote: Shakespeare

[EL James]

OOC: Super sorry again. All on me and my stupidity.

After the much unprecedented break I took with Christian, mostly due to his ideas, I take my seat to get back to work. I notice a few details that I am fearful of while we are in a spirit of prosperity by eliminating two dangerous men. "Mr. Rucks, are you hiding?" I ask as look at him oddly. He had been absent for almost a month now! I don't think he was into the slaving business but I'm not the smartest gal around (n.b. Bella is).

I'd like to bring to the light something that Mr. Bradley quoted:

Can people argue over whether Seuss is here; that he is hiding, and waiting? The so honorable Poe is still definitely scum, though I'm not voting him, because my suspicions of Seuss have been vindicated; I feel they have been at least.

Now Miss Austen flipped scum (quite accordingly! Only one woman should be in this game!), however the honorable Mr. Poe is still living. Perhaps I'm missing something here but this seems like a bad dodge toward attacking him. No?

Unvote, Vote: Edgar Allen Poe

[EL James]

OOC: Super sorry again. All on me and my stupidity.

After the much unprecedented break I took with Christian, mostly due to his ideas, I take my seat to get back to work. I notice a few details that I am fearful of while we are in a spirit of prosperity by eliminating two dangerous men. "Mr. Rucks, are you hiding?" I ask as look at him oddly. He had been absent for almost a month now! I don't think he was into the slaving business but I'm not the smartest gal around (n.b. Bella is).

I'd like to bring to the light something that Mr. Bradley quoted:

Can people argue over whether Seuss is here; that he is hiding, and waiting? The so honorable Poe is still definitely scum, though I'm not voting him, because my suspicions of Seuss have been vindicated; I feel they have been at least.

Now Miss Austen flipped scum (quite accordingly! Only one woman should be in this game!), however the honorable Mr. Poe is still living. Perhaps I'm missing something here but this seems like a bad dodge toward attacking him. No?

Unvote, Vote: Edgar Allen Poe

Hold on, now, sister. You're gonna tell me that Gertrude Stein tries to deflect the town off James Joyce's death (by accusing someone of the very thing The Big Double J was accused of), we've got two dudes roleclaiming Role Cop, and all you can think to do is dig up tired old chestnuts from two days ago?

At least put a little bit of effort into it, man.

I acknowledge this idea and refute it. "Wouldn't it better to take a safer step? I mean I understand your point that there's a 50% chance of hitting scum here but wouldn't you want to take something that looks more like 51%?" I say toward the large hulking man. We both had a lot in common. I blush.

[EL James]

I see that the giant hulking man has talked about his views on some players but not all of them. I have to ask him right then and there what he thinks of me. "Mr. Holgan, was it? Do you think I am good or bad?" she asks the large man as she rubs his thigh.

[EL James]

I approach the new information silently. I'm not sure how to absorb all of this. I tackle one thing that disturbs me greatly.

4.) EL James, please explain your Rucks vote from the other day. I asked you about this around two weeks ago now.

I look oddly at Confucius. I know him. His writings dictate that one should be gentlemanly--this seems almost out of character to be a bit mad at a lady like myself. I hmph and decide to not help him until he apologize. At least, that's what Bella would do. I, on the other hand (a less aggressive female), decide to show him the work that I have already done that supported my vote in the past. I'm still not sure why we haven't gotten rid of the person controlling the outer voice. I knew I wanted one for more devious desires.

Kid didn't have a whole lot to go on. Decided to just vote the person he'd have the most trouble understanding. Not really fair, but better than nothin.

As I read this, I felt something struck the wrong way. It felt like the first time Christian touched me. While I was fine with it and it was pleasurable, it was uncomfortable doing his dirtiest desires. But alas, it reminded me of the first time, so it's a minor disturbance to me.

Most of the rabble after this session seems to be random and erratic. I'm not too good at this stuff but again, I'll give it my best shot.

I started reading the Daily Bugle on the newspaper. It's nothing like the Seattle Times, but it'll do. I mainly read the Wanted Jobs since I know that Christian isn't around here. I need the money as well. I'm not sure if there's rent at the place I'm staying at but I'm pretty poor. In any case, I noted the part where people were citing suspicion of David Mamet. I'm waiting for an answer in the next issue for sure.

I then heard an odd voice in the air. The kid that didn't talk apparently had some godlike figure helping out. Why couldn't the "God" that's here just giving him a voice? I wonder and digress at the same time. According to these logs I have, the narrator stated:

Mamet's maybe got a vote or two more than the others, but it was nothing big.

However I have to wonder--how was it not that big? Miss Austen, Mr. Kaufman, Mr. Snicket, and Mr. Pynchon have all personally decided to cast suspicion onto Mr. Mamet. So while it could just be sarcastic suspicion for the intent of drawing a certain aspect of his being, rather than his roleplay, out there seems to be something larger. Especially when that's 4 names out of 24. A good sixth of the game on the second page of these logs. The timing and the number seem a tad bit off, no?

The worst part about this occasion is that the Bugle apparently gains "scumcredit" for these actions. Well, if he does die in the future, I want dibs on his body--I could get some cash there in this rough economy. I'd also like to note that while Mr. Mamet's attempt at making a love story is formittable--it is nothing in comparison with Meyer's masterpiece

Twilight

.

I then look at Mr. Hogan and frown. "I am aware that my presence in this fiasco has been lackluster for the last few days but I have said much about players before. I am unsure why you can't get an opinion from that but I understand in someway."

I sigh. "If no one is going my more pleasurable way, then I shall follow. Hopefully you all won't regret this."

I then examine the choices and make a slanted face. Something seemed awkward here with Mr. Kaufman's words, I wasn't going to give much fret about it though. I wanted Ms. Stein dead so I could be the predominant lady. Only one girl in a house full of men? Delicious.

Unvote, Vote: Ms. Stein

[EL James]

OOC:

Oscar was the pushing point for me to get Stein.

Is anything happening about Rucks?

[EL James]

EL James, that

still

doesn't qualify as content. What are your reads?

I examine this. There's only one odd rabbit in the hat that I've pulled out, I remember. It was Ms. Stein and was influenced due to Mr. Wilde's notices.

"I have two suspicions at the moment." I state pleasantly with a smile. "Rucks and Snicket. Both have refused my advances." I say with a giggle.

[EL James]

Vote: Rucks

"This man still needs to die a slow painful death. I can do it with some tools I have in my bag, if need be." she states while showing her bag full of bondage materials.

[EL James]

EL James, only Spinning Paper gets to drop scum reads with no explanation and expect to be taken seriously. I realize that your post restriction requires you to write in cheesy pornographic prose, but could you drop some serious OOC for a little bit? I still have no idea what is bothering you about Rucks.

I read this and get a bit frustrated. I hand to the man my ISO, as the gentlemen who keeps staring at me calls it, to OscarWilde but not without giving him a little wink of my own. "I've said a lot about it already. Perhaps you'd like a peek?" I state before sitting down with a seductive smile. As Mr. Danielewski gives me more pains about what I've done and haven't done, I roll my eyes over more. I can't seem to please the man and I don't feel like trying much more. Our time together wasn't very fulfilling at any rate.

[EL James]

P.S.

Newspaper editor gets a protective detail.

I look at this again.

"Are you saying that you confirm the nurse that Mr. Wilde has been talking about?" I ask quickly.

[EL James]

OOC: Mod, where is Rucks.