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"They can't kill us if they don't know which one's the evil Scott"*
Haha, good thinking Brad.
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WCE (Worst Conspiracy Ever): A Creative Piece
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Haha, good thinking Brad.
Every time I get a notification that thorne has posted in here when it hasn't been a new segment, I die a little inside.
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Swifty should be able to help you with that.
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By rough estimate we're probably around half way through the story, maybe a bit further than that.
Shall be continued tomorrow.
Shall be continued tomorrow.
No. But i feel the Giesch may be in this story somewhere.
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No? Never fear. Hints as to the motive come a bit thicker and faster tomorrow, I feel.
It's so late! Night all.
In light of current trading debates, I think it's obvious. Eddie McGuire organised for Quinten to lynch Koby, and was funded by the Swift family. Lyon, Darcy and the two female characters are just red herrings that Throne69 threw in for lulz.
Here is my reasoning:
Here is my reasoning:
- McGuire heard rumours that Wellingham wanted to move back to WA to play for the Eagles.
The Collingwood President realised that Dawes was a crab, and thought Lynch's simple demeanour would fit nicely with his side's demographic. Lynch, however, wanted more money and a longer contract than McGuire first offered.
Eddie, being the schemer we all love to hate, decided that he would only recruit Lynch if he helped facilitate a more favourable Wellingham trade outcome.
With Koby dead, West Coast's need for a ready made midfielder would increase, and they'd be more likely to cough up pick 18.
One night at the 'Clam, Tom Swift caught wind of Eddie's scheme after overhearing his conversation with the Q Stick, after Lynchy discussed it with him on speaker phone.
In a gratuitous overreaction to having his shoulder knocked out, Swiftsa decided he'd pay Quinten to kill Koby, and then hide away in his Peppy Grove bunker under the guise of becoming a Med student.
This is all in the mind of Beau Waters, and Koby's death is an allegory for the death of the bump in football.
Will Brown be the next one to be killed off now?
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Haha. Tempting.
Typing this from my broken down car on the side of the road. Hasn't been my day yet. Unless somebody has cut my brake lines after reading this story...
Expect moar tonight. Sorry re: delay.
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Holidays are over soon and I'll be looking for my first full time job. I might not have as much time soon.
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Swift indicated towards two leather seats opposite him; Shuey and Scooter obliged immediately. Thomas clicked his fingers in the direction of the open door, and Butler the butler came running to his side. “Yes, master?”
“Bring me a vodka martini. And for you two?”
Shuey shuffled uncomfortably. “Something non-alcoholic…we have a game tonight.”
“Not I, said the Walrus.”
Scooter scrunched up his nose at the reference. “What do you mean not you…the Walrus? What Walrus?”
Swift waved his hand, sending Butler out of the room at a rate of knots. Once the door was properly sealed, the long haired legend leaned forward subtly. “You see…I’m retiring from football.”
Shuey gasped; surely this could not be! An Eagles list without Tom Swift would be like ordering a cheese-cake without the delightful drizzling of raspberry coulis over the top. “But why? I mean, with Koby gone…”
Swift’s eyebrows raised at the mere mention of the name. “What about him?”
The defensive response raised the tension in the room even higher. “…I mean, without him hassling you for a spot, you could have nailed down a spot in the first 22.”
“Yes, well…as luck would have it, I have come into a bit of fortune recently…”
Butler interrupted by casually sliding back into the room, placing the large drink in front of his master, before bowing and exiting the room hastily. “No kidding…”
“…and with said fortune all of my life’s dreams can come true. I am opening my own practice…once I have purchased the proper degrees, of course. My brother’s alpaca ranch will be pulled from the brink of bankruptcy. And, of course…the golden locks…”
Swift shook his head, grinning, as the blonde locks waved gently from side to side. “…actual golden locks. From here on in…Tom Swift is settling for nothing but the best. So that, my dear Shuey…is why I am retiring.”
The golden locks. No wonder he hadn’t recognised the black hair in Koby’s diary. It was from a simpler time. What had changed? How had Swift gotten this house...this fortune?
“Well now that you mention it…your hair is the reason we’re here.”
The golden haired beauty sipped his drink and leaned back anxiously. What could they possibly want with his hair? He had hardly managed to get the stains out of it when Nicoski had seen his glorious locks. It was too risky letting people get too attached.
“Oh?”
“Why would Koby have been keeping a lock of your hair in his diary?”
Swift’s heart began to beat faster…his eyebrows arched…eyes darting from side to side. Why did they have to go digging? They would ruin it all! Everything he had earned for...no. Now was not the time for panic. Pretend you’re in a packed situation, Tom…it’s time for composure. Elegance. Surety...by hand, foot, and mouth. It was his specialty.
Panicking and madly hitting a button by his hand, Swift screeched at the top of his lungs. “Butler…please escort these two from the premises! Now!”
In a flash, Butler had the two by the arm and was leading them from the house. Twisting around for one last look, Shuey shook his head in disappointment at Swift. “He’s dead, Tom. That doesn’t mean what happened to him should be swept under the carpet.”
With that, the two were thrust onto the pavement outside with a thud. Swift swiftly walked back into his study, yelling at Butler on the way.
“Get him on the phone…now!
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Bring me a vodka martini. And for you two?”
Shuey shuffled uncomfortably. “Something non-alcoholic…we have a game tonight.”
“Not I, said the Walrus.”
Scooter scrunched up his nose at the reference. “What do you mean not you…the Walrus? What Walrus?”
Swift waved his hand, sending Butler out of the room at a rate of knots. Once the door was properly sealed, the long haired legend leaned forward subtly. “You see…I’m retiring from football.”
Shuey gasped; surely this could not be! An Eagles list without Tom Swift would be like ordering a cheese-cake without the delightful drizzling of raspberry coulis over the top. “But why? I mean, with Koby gone…”
Swift’s eyebrows raised at the mere mention of the name. “What about him?”
The defensive response raised the tension in the room even higher. “…I mean, without him hassling you for a spot, you could have nailed down a spot in the first 22.”
“Yes, well…as luck would have it, I have come into a bit of fortune recently…”
Butler interrupted by casually sliding back into the room, placing the large drink in front of his master, before bowing and exiting the room hastily. “No kidding…”
“…and with said fortune all of my life’s dreams can come true. I am opening my own practice…once I have purchased the proper degrees, of course. My brother’s alpaca ranch will be pulled from the brink of bankruptcy. And, of course…the golden locks…”
Swift shook his head, grinning, as the blonde locks waved gently from side to side. “…actual golden locks. From here on in…Tom Swift is settling for nothing but the best. So that, my dear Shuey…is why I am retiring.”
The golden locks. No wonder he hadn’t recognised the black hair in Koby’s diary. It was from a simpler time. What had changed? How had Swift gotten this house...this fortune?
“Well now that you mention it…your hair is the reason we’re here.”
The golden haired beauty sipped his drink and leaned back anxiously. What could they possibly want with his hair? He had hardly managed to get the stains out of it when Nicoski had seen his glorious locks. It was too risky letting people get too attached.
“Oh?”
“Why would Koby have been keeping a lock of your hair in his diary?”
Swift’s heart began to beat faster…his eyebrows arched…eyes darting from side to side. Why did they have to go digging? They would ruin it all! Everything he had earned for...no. Now was not the time for panic. Pretend you’re in a packed situation, Tom…it’s time for composure. Elegance. Surety...by hand, foot, and mouth. It was his specialty.
Panicking and madly hitting a button by his hand, Swift screeched at the top of his lungs. “Butler…please escort these two from the premises! Now!”
In a flash, Butler had the two by the arm and was leading them from the house. Twisting around for one last look, Shuey shook his head in disappointment at Swift. “He’s dead, Tom. That doesn’t mean what happened to him should be swept under the carpet.”
With that, the two were thrust onto the pavement outside with a thud. Swift swiftly walked back into his study, yelling at Butler on the way.
“Get him on the phone…now!
TO BE CONTINUED...
I've now re-read every chapter, but I'm still struggling to crack the case.
- Koby was killed by a glove-wearing assailant.
- Schoey warned of an evil group before being shot by a north melbourne sniper. A newcomer to the ranks of expert sniper.
- Then Chelsea died of skin suffocation from being totally painted in gold... And blue. Goldstein!!!
The dangerous group wants the Eagles out of the west. Perhaps they want a home of their own. One with a supporter base.
- Koby was killed by a glove-wearing assailant.
- Schoey warned of an evil group before being shot by a north melbourne sniper. A newcomer to the ranks of expert sniper.
- Then Chelsea died of skin suffocation from being totally painted in gold... And blue. Goldstein!!!
The dangerous group wants the Eagles out of the west. Perhaps they want a home of their own. One with a supporter base.
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