Murder in Greenfield

[TearsoftheWorld]

Greenfield was a fairly upbeat town, not a big city but not a small village either. You could walk down the street one day and meet someone that you didn't know existed, and be friends forever. There were two super markets, a local bank, gas station, coffee shops, a high school and an elementary school as well. All in all it was a pretty good place to live and grow up in, or at least it was.

Under the surface of this peaceful community, however, a dark seed had been placed in the soil and Greenfield would become the target of a series of dark and twisted murders. No one knew how and no one knew who, but as time would go on the people would come to suspect everyone... even their own family members and closest friends.

The townsfolk would band together at special daily meetings to try and figure out who the murderer was. There they would debate and debate and accuse one another, and after each night a person was selected to be hanged. Why? Because they figured that if they picked the murderer then their town would be safe again... but many times they picked the wrong person, and the murders continued.

So the question is: Are you the murderer?

 

[milfhunter23]

In the back row a recent copy of a local paper murder plastered in big letters over the front page. Not the murderer but he had been absent for some weeks, just a clone a copy cat. He swore the fools would eventually set there eyes on him and as the outsider he had no doubt he would be accused. Travis had moved away years ago when his father had gone too far and broken his mothers arm.

It was only some time ago when a reunion of the old high school that he had returned and learned of the murders. Ever since he had wanted to leave a mark a legacy on the town and this might be it. Travis was a struggling author and the murder would provide the spring board for a new series of books. He watched amused as a school teacher was accused. Not even her husband defended her he laughed and all eyes turned to him now or never.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

In the back row a recent copy of a local paper murder plastered in big letters over the front page. Not the murderer but he had been absent for some weeks, just a clone a copy cat. He swore the fools would eventually set there eyes on him and as the outsider he had no doubt he would be accused. Travis had moved away years ago when his father had gone too far and broken his mothers arm.

It was only some time ago when a reunion of the old high school that he had returned and learned of the murders. Ever since he had wanted to leave a mark a legacy on the town and this might be it. Travis was a struggling author and the murder would provide the spring board for a new series of books. He watched amused as a school teacher was accused. Not even her husband defended her he laughed and all eyes turned to him now or never.

Ummm... dude I don't think you eve posted in the OOC, and the point of the game was to find the murderer.

Though thank you for the bump. i was having a devil of a time trying to find Tears's thread.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

I've sent him a PM explaining the situation. And I did link this thread in the OOC >_>

It was kinda my fault though for not saying it was a closed thread.

 

[PogueMahone]

Tom Coffman

Tom Coffman blew the whistle, signaling the end of the practice for the day. “Okay, go get showered up and head home,” He hollered out to the team as they ran by him and across the green field towards the gym once more. It had been a good practice and Tom was pleased at the progress his team was showing. The team was one of the few things that seemed to be going well since Maggie had left.

“Bitch,” He almost automatically mumbled under his breath as he always did when he thought of her. To just up and leave, taking Tommy with her, leaving him a note saying their marriage was a sham and it was over. “Fucking bitch,” Tom added once more before glancing at his watch, starting to jog after his players towards the high school. It was almost time for the daily meeting, the murder meetings as Tom thought of them.