Alaska: A Series of Unfortunate Events
This morning I woke up and much to my surprise no one else has been killed. Todays the plan seems to be to get as many people injured as possible. Chuck and Georgia brought out the inter tubes, wake boards, and dune buggy and let the kids run wild to hurt themselves in only the way kids can.
We started by dragging Zack, Dillon, Becket and Chaz behind the speed boat in the MonsterTubes. Being the smart monkeys that they are, they did everything from standing up to jumping between tubes, all while flying around the lake at 80+ mph.
Many lines snapped and all of the kids were soaked, but everyone walked away with little more that a few scratches.
Next we tied Cheese, Frank and Paula for another round of tubing. Not to be one upped by a bunch of punk kids, Cheese set out to out wacky the kids. Half way through the ride Cheese mounted frank after a flying ninja leap from his own tube. They both ended up in the water, which I forgot to mention was absolutely freezing. On top of that it was overcast and windy.
Later Zack and Lauren were sent out in the faulty dune buggy and broke down miles out in the wilderness. They made a meal out of mushrooms hoping not to pick any poisonous ones then pushed the buggy back to civilization. 
When they showed up, everyone looked surprised to see them. Perhaps Chuck and Chaz were wondering why the wolves had not finished off Zack and Lauren. Lauren said they called Cheese many times and he refused to rescue them, let alone answer his phone. So perhaps he was also involved in this evil plot to eliminate his niece and nephew. 
And Aunt Carol was the one who pointed out the deadly trail to them, so she is also suspect in this situation. 
Refusing to put my life in the hands of these mad men, I helped Chuck to prepare a deathtrap for Dillon and Becket. I convinced them that they wanted to go wake boarding and surfing on the lake. Perhaps Chuck is not the murderer at all since neither of them died and both of Dillon and Becket had a great time. Although both of them are now severely fatigued making them an easy target for the killer.
During a lapse in my judgment I went out in the death buggy with Becket. Big mistake! He did donuts, swerved wildly down gravel paths and drove through the dense forest at breakneck speeds.
I believe that if Becket knew he could jump out of the buggy in time that he would have driven me right off a cliff. All my suspicions now rest on Becket. Hes seems mentally unstable and he has the perfect cover story, he wasn't here the day of the murder... or was he? He could have easily made his move in the morning and then hide out in the woods till the party bus showed up. I can't remember him actually getting off the bus. At this moment I doubt anyone else suspects him so I will have to keep a closer eye on him for everyones safety.
As the restless sun sets late in the evening, the wild one is hitting golf balls at fake ducks, trees, the dock and anything else near the lake that can fall victim to his path of destruction. 
Perhaps he is playing the George Bush angle, pretending to be a complete idiot while masterminding the whole thing. That cunning bastard. Everyone is sitting silently around the campfire, licking their wounds and glaring at each other. A loon in the distance breaks the silence as the nervous moon hurries across the sky. We will all be sleeping with one eye open tonight.
This morning I woke up and much to my surprise no one else has been killed. Todays the plan seems to be to get as many people injured as possible. Chuck and Georgia brought out the inter tubes, wake boards, and dune buggy and let the kids run wild to hurt themselves in only the way kids can.
We started by dragging Zack, Dillon, Becket and Chaz behind the speed boat in the MonsterTubes. Being the smart monkeys that they are, they did everything from standing up to jumping between tubes, all while flying around the lake at 80+ mph.
Many lines snapped and all of the kids were soaked, but everyone walked away with little more that a few scratches.
Next we tied Cheese, Frank and Paula for another round of tubing. Not to be one upped by a bunch of punk kids, Cheese set out to out wacky the kids. Half way through the ride Cheese mounted frank after a flying ninja leap from his own tube. They both ended up in the water, which I forgot to mention was absolutely freezing. On top of that it was overcast and windy.
Later Zack and Lauren were sent out in the faulty dune buggy and broke down miles out in the wilderness. They made a meal out of mushrooms hoping not to pick any poisonous ones then pushed the buggy back to civilization. 
When they showed up, everyone looked surprised to see them. Perhaps Chuck and Chaz were wondering why the wolves had not finished off Zack and Lauren. Lauren said they called Cheese many times and he refused to rescue them, let alone answer his phone. So perhaps he was also involved in this evil plot to eliminate his niece and nephew. 
And Aunt Carol was the one who pointed out the deadly trail to them, so she is also suspect in this situation. 
Refusing to put my life in the hands of these mad men, I helped Chuck to prepare a deathtrap for Dillon and Becket. I convinced them that they wanted to go wake boarding and surfing on the lake. Perhaps Chuck is not the murderer at all since neither of them died and both of Dillon and Becket had a great time. Although both of them are now severely fatigued making them an easy target for the killer.
During a lapse in my judgment I went out in the death buggy with Becket. Big mistake! He did donuts, swerved wildly down gravel paths and drove through the dense forest at breakneck speeds.
I believe that if Becket knew he could jump out of the buggy in time that he would have driven me right off a cliff. All my suspicions now rest on Becket. Hes seems mentally unstable and he has the perfect cover story, he wasn't here the day of the murder... or was he? He could have easily made his move in the morning and then hide out in the woods till the party bus showed up. I can't remember him actually getting off the bus. At this moment I doubt anyone else suspects him so I will have to keep a closer eye on him for everyones safety.
As the restless sun sets late in the evening, the wild one is hitting golf balls at fake ducks, trees, the dock and anything else near the lake that can fall victim to his path of destruction. 
Perhaps he is playing the George Bush angle, pretending to be a complete idiot while masterminding the whole thing. That cunning bastard. Everyone is sitting silently around the campfire, licking their wounds and glaring at each other. A loon in the distance breaks the silence as the nervous moon hurries across the sky. We will all be sleeping with one eye open tonight.