Seapunky
Eight
Cuitlahac
Doibr
krizteen
James
Ken
P.A.S.
Next to arrive, at a little past dawn, was Mollie Craver, known in her sect as Seapunky. She drove up to the front door and backed up her van to unpack her things, where they were inspected. She was very pleasant, joking around with the staff and security as we rifled through her things. Once that was accomplished, she was escorted inside, where she chose a rather spacious bedroom in the downstairs hallway, the one with the king-size waterbed. She moved in, then re-emerged to watch TV on the big-screen in the living room, and greet the other guests as they arrived. "It's a shame I'm gonna have to kill you!" she remarked quite often, a charming smile on her face. Most people just looked at her.
Cuitlahac and P.A.S. arrived together at noon in a huge pickup truck with a bunch of stuff in the back. They got out and looked around nervously as their things were unpacked. We discovered, among their things: a deer rifle, two Tek 9's, a Magnum .357, a machete, and two hunting knives. All were confiscated, save the knives, which we let them keep to keep them from crying. Once all this was done with, they went inside and got into a prolonged brawl over who would get which room. Sometime later, both bruised, bleeding, and bitter, they decided that P.A.S. would get the smaller room up in the tower, and Cuitlahac would get the larger room on the second story, the one that is the largest bedroom in the house and overlooks the backyard with a balcony. Cuitlahac and P.A.S. scurried around, alternately taking things up to their rooms and grabbing whatever gardening equipment they could get their hands on. Cuitlahac grabbed a shovel, a spade, a lawn aerator, a garden weasel, a tiller, and numerous other nameless, small, sharp instruments. P.A.S. got there first, and so the chainsaw was his, as well as a can of gasoline, a hacksaw, a pickax, and numerous other tools. Staff and security stopped them from grabbing too much, so the later contestants would have a chance. Both then retired to their respective rooms and hooked up their laptops and modems.
After lunch, which was generally eaten in private save Mollie, who genially ate with the staff and security, Doibr arrived. His older brother dropped him off from a clearly borrowed pick-up truck, helped him unpack his things, and left. After Doibr's things were inspected, he quietly took them all inside and chose a modest downstairs bedroom for himself. He roamed the house the rest of the day, not talking to anyone much. The only thing he took from the garage was a fairly long pruning saw, which he carried up to his room. He then ransacked the medicine cabinets throughout the house, and sabotaged most of the food in the kitchen with their contents. No one but the staff and security noticed. He hoarded some canned foods for himself, then went to his room and locked the door.
At about 3, Ken arrived in his Buick LeSaber. He drove it around to the back of the house and unloaded, whence his things were inspected. After that, he went inside and chose the upstairs bedroom nearest the stairs for his own, and unpacked his things. Then we went around the house, pleasantly gathering things like WD-40, Raid, and hair spray. He then obtained a butane lighter and an icepick from the kitchen and a large ball-peen hammer, some nails, some lumber, and a saw from the garage. After all this was safely secured in his room, he went to the living room and watched "Repo Man" with Mollie for a while. He went outside and walked the perimeter for a few hours, then came back inside and hammered on a few of the stairs closest to the top/his room until you couldn't tread on them without gratuitous squeaking. Speaking of squeaking...
James Squeaky arrived at close to 5 in the afternoon. He unpacked his things from his Cadillac and, after they were inspected, took them to the room downstairs next to Doibr's room, closest to the back door. He didn't say much, but walked around the house inspecting things, nodding hello to anyone he came across. He took a few first-aid things with him, then hit the garage, where he seized the buzzsaw and several hundred feet of extension cords, along with various hammers, screwdrivers, and a nifty double-headed axe that the security had prevented both P.A.S. and Cuitlahac from seizing in their enthusiasm. After a few hours in his room, he re-emerged and chatted with the staff and Mollie, then ate some supper consisting of some sandwiches he had brought with him, and returned to his room for the night, where he blasted punk rock until dawn.
Last to arrive was krizteen, who had travelled with 5 or 6 friends to Murder Manor in a mobile home. They arrived at almost 10 PM, where her friends helped her unpack her things. After inspection, they carried her things upstairs to the room down the hall opposite Cuitlahac's. They all unpacked, then had a sort of party, with snacks, drinks, and games generously shared with the staff and security, who advised krizteen on which weapons were still left. She and her friends gathered several things from the garage and outer porch, like shovels, metal pipes, utility knives, and a pitchfork. At about midnight, her guests were escorted out, as per the rules, where they parked their mobile home just outside the minefield perimeter. Krizteen could be heard conversing with them on a cel phone late into the night.
It was a quiet night. The staff and security left the grounds at around 1 AM, where they returned to The Base and monitored the house. Most were relaxing or sleeping. James was boarding up the windows to his room, and krizteen, as mentioned, was talking to her friends. Most notably, however, was that which occurred at 3 AM. P.A.S. deftly climbed out of his tower window, armed with a coil of rope soaked in gasoline and his hunting knife. He climbed all the way down to ground level, where he then rushed around to the back and blew up Mollie's van.
At the explosion, everyone with windows looked out of them. Mollie was furious, but didn't go outside, looking at the camera with an evil smile and saying, "Just wait." P.A.S. ran back inside, knocking on every door he passed, screaming, "THIS IS FOR REAL, MUTHAFUCKAS! COME OUT AND GET IT!!!" No one answered his challenge, and so he went to the kitchen, got some snacks, and returned to his room.