Detective Case File 3390
From a friend of mine, I thought you of Sharenator would enjoy it and see the best responses!
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The premise is simple. I'm going to give you all the facts I know (to the best of my knowledge) before I lost all recollection, and all the current contents of my pants. Your job is to play Monk and come up with a probable list of events.
Alright, let's get this started.
I clocked out after work (I work at a bowling alley for those in the dark) at 10:49pm. I made 22 in tips, and put all the singles in my pocket. I decided to hang around for a bit, and grabbed a drink at the bar. Or two. Maybe three, but probably not more, since I only had 22. As things started to get hazy, I remember three separate invitations from co-workers to enjoy the Friday night: one invitation to play a few games of tipsy-bowling, one invitation to a party, and one invitation to a smaller intimate party from a very cute, blonde, blue-eyed girl. I vaugely remember hopping into a co-worker's car, and that's when my brain popped Cloak of Shadows.
<Stuff happens, probably interesting things that I'll regret if I can remember them>
I woke up in a house that definitely wasn't mine. I grabbed my things, and stepped outside, careful not to wake up any of the other "aquaintances" that are passed out around the living room with me. The sun is barely up, but I do recognize the street, and started to walk home in the cold, damp winter air.
The contents of my pockets are as follows:
* An empty box of matches
* A receipt from 7-11 for CapMor, 30 bucks
* A separate receipt for three packs of different ciggies,all brands that I personally do not smoke
* An unused, unscratched out WorldofWarcraft timecard
* A total of $260 (the hell?)
* An small unopened gift, addressed to one named Jacob
* Twelve straws
* An improvised prison shank made from a comb
* Matches that look like they belong in a matchbox
* An address with directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* An address to a new pastry shop that specializes in Filipino deserts
* What appears to be the account and password to a WoW account that isn't mine (to the best of my knowledge)
* A piece of paper with what appears to be a price quote for a small tattoo with a crude drawing of the Paladin's class icon
The current condition of my attire and body is as follows:
* My pants have a red stain on the right leg, a red stain that's too dark to be ketchup
* There is hair all over my pants, presumably it belongs to a cat or dog
* There is a burn mark on my right jacket's sleeve
* Consequently, there is a burn mark on my right arm
* Hey, wait a minute, this isn't my jacket
* My belt has dissappeared
* So have my socks
* My left kneecap has a sharp pain in it
* My left ribcage is bruised
* On my right arm there are 8 names: Bree, Rachel, Kristin, Aniya, and the rest inelligible (none are in my handwriting, plus I'm right handed so it would be unlikely that I could write it myself)
* My neck feels a little tight, with a red mark mark around it that is dubiously shaped like my belt
* A crude drawing of the Paladin class icon on my shoulder
* No hangover, headaches, any other consequential ailments
According to my cell phone:
* I have made and recieved three calls to and from numbers that aren't saved as names to my cell
* Calls to names listed as Invictus, The Director, and Kitten
* Seven long distance calls
* Mother Dearest presumably asking where I am
* A text message giving me directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* A new number listed as "Mike@SDtattoo"
Things I recall, but may have imagined:
* A pool table, where I distinctly remember trying to make out with the 8-ball
* 3 bowls of mac-and-cheese
* What a dog-biscuit tastes like
* Banana-infused tequila (oh man it's delicious)
* I can now give directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* I may be the proud new owner of a black PT Cruiser
* I remember playing Poker
* I think I told Terras not to wait up for me, and to go to sleep
Alright gang, it's time for you to get to work! Can you put the pieces together and help me get my sanity back?
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The premise is simple. I'm going to give you all the facts I know (to the best of my knowledge) before I lost all recollection, and all the current contents of my pants. Your job is to play Monk and come up with a probable list of events.
Alright, let's get this started.
I clocked out after work (I work at a bowling alley for those in the dark) at 10:49pm. I made 22 in tips, and put all the singles in my pocket. I decided to hang around for a bit, and grabbed a drink at the bar. Or two. Maybe three, but probably not more, since I only had 22. As things started to get hazy, I remember three separate invitations from co-workers to enjoy the Friday night: one invitation to play a few games of tipsy-bowling, one invitation to a party, and one invitation to a smaller intimate party from a very cute, blonde, blue-eyed girl. I vaugely remember hopping into a co-worker's car, and that's when my brain popped Cloak of Shadows.
<Stuff happens, probably interesting things that I'll regret if I can remember them>
I woke up in a house that definitely wasn't mine. I grabbed my things, and stepped outside, careful not to wake up any of the other "aquaintances" that are passed out around the living room with me. The sun is barely up, but I do recognize the street, and started to walk home in the cold, damp winter air.
The contents of my pockets are as follows:
* An empty box of matches
* A receipt from 7-11 for CapMor, 30 bucks
* A separate receipt for three packs of different ciggies,all brands that I personally do not smoke
* An unused, unscratched out WorldofWarcraft timecard
* A total of $260 (the hell?)
* An small unopened gift, addressed to one named Jacob
* Twelve straws
* An improvised prison shank made from a comb
* Matches that look like they belong in a matchbox
* An address with directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* An address to a new pastry shop that specializes in Filipino deserts
* What appears to be the account and password to a WoW account that isn't mine (to the best of my knowledge)
* A piece of paper with what appears to be a price quote for a small tattoo with a crude drawing of the Paladin's class icon
The current condition of my attire and body is as follows:
* My pants have a red stain on the right leg, a red stain that's too dark to be ketchup
* There is hair all over my pants, presumably it belongs to a cat or dog
* There is a burn mark on my right jacket's sleeve
* Consequently, there is a burn mark on my right arm
* Hey, wait a minute, this isn't my jacket
* My belt has dissappeared
* So have my socks
* My left kneecap has a sharp pain in it
* My left ribcage is bruised
* On my right arm there are 8 names: Bree, Rachel, Kristin, Aniya, and the rest inelligible (none are in my handwriting, plus I'm right handed so it would be unlikely that I could write it myself)
* My neck feels a little tight, with a red mark mark around it that is dubiously shaped like my belt
* A crude drawing of the Paladin class icon on my shoulder
* No hangover, headaches, any other consequential ailments
According to my cell phone:
* I have made and recieved three calls to and from numbers that aren't saved as names to my cell
* Calls to names listed as Invictus, The Director, and Kitten
* Seven long distance calls
* Mother Dearest presumably asking where I am
* A text message giving me directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* A new number listed as "Mike@SDtattoo"
Things I recall, but may have imagined:
* A pool table, where I distinctly remember trying to make out with the 8-ball
* 3 bowls of mac-and-cheese
* What a dog-biscuit tastes like
* Banana-infused tequila (oh man it's delicious)
* I can now give directions to the local Nissan Dealership
* I may be the proud new owner of a black PT Cruiser
* I remember playing Poker
* I think I told Terras not to wait up for me, and to go to sleep
Alright gang, it's time for you to get to work! Can you put the pieces together and help me get my sanity back?
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Posted: 2009-12-13 08:44:30
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