The sorcerer wandered over to the telescope as he continued conducting his orchestra of weapons, fiddling with it for some kind of purpose as he repelled the theories coming his way.
“The key that was crushed really was rendered completely unusable as a result!”
“The narrator only has one sister.”
I already said it, but repeat it in red: The time the killer entered the house was during the narrator’s daze.
The sorcerer clearly looked somewhat irritated to have his fiddling interrupted by something that in his opinion was so pointless.
He set aside some sort of map he was glancing at and turned to face the player who had spoke.
“Listen, @Sapphire. Do you understand how repetition requests actually work? This is an honest question, I’m willing to educate you if you don’t know.”
Oh, stop it, you shark of a Game Master!
Hmm, the door is never unlocked for the entire mystery, and is the only way one can enter the house, yet somehow, someone manages to enter… hmm…
Might as well throw this out before going to sleep.
Between the door being locked and the narrator’s sister getting killed, there is a gap in time that is not considered a part of the narrative. This is plausible since the narrator is clearly out of sorts during the whole ordeal, barely able to register what is happening around him. During this gap, the door could be opened with some method such as using a freshly made copy of the key.
“Have a nice sleep, this blade might be nice to cuddle as you lull yourself into unconsciousness.” he said as he tossed a large weapon at the incoming theory obliterating it before neatly landing in front of the seemingly departing voyager.
“There are no such gaps in the narrative as far as the red truths are concerned!”
Interesting that 1)There is only one key to the house, and 2)The narrator is in possession of it, not the narrators parents, who aren’t home…
How are the parents supposed to get into the house when they do get home if they don’t have a key!?
Thanks @Yerian, you gave me an idea.
There are actually two houses in this narrative. One of the two houses is a puppet house or other type of miniature house. The key fits for that house and the whole locking and unlocking refers to it as well. For that reason, the key is made of a material that can be destroyed with bare hands (plastic, for instance). The thing the narrator knocks down is that same house. His sister probably played with it. Since he destroyed the key, it probably becme useless. That same thing is the useless knick-knack he sees on the ground later. This means that the house the narrator and his sister reside in was never locked in the first place.
“Your theory is beyond absurd!”
“I like it”
With that the sorcerer plucked a magnificent lime colored rail cannon from beneath the table and aimed it at the theory. His words charged the futuristic looking device, with it ready to fire if the question posed was not answered.
“And why would the narrator suddenly use those words to describe a different house?”
Upon being knocked off the table, the doll house broke, and therefore could no longer be considered a house. “This house” could now only refer to the house the narrator resided within.
I surrender and give in to being the Game Master’s furniture for the remainder of this game, thus I get to go to the Golden Land and learn the truth.
“If there is such a doll house, then it did not break from the fall, and could still be considered a house.”
Because he knocked it over.
He forgets about the thing he knocked down, which I said is the house. Therefore, the doll house no longer exists for the narrator and from then on “this house” refers to the house the narrator resides in.
Rather, the narrator says that doll house which was knocked over is now unimportant. Thus, the narrator would no longer refer to it as “this house.”
The sorcerer smirked at the theories pitching towards him. He had little countermeasure other than to hold up his cape and take them head on.
The records of truth shall be posted at a later time.
As the smoke from the impact cleared it could be seen that the sorcerer was still standing, likely due to his lack of personal relation to the mystery.
In most other circumstances one would suffer quite the grave wounds as a result of such an attack.
His cape however, was ruined, though he didn’t seem to mind, beaming ear to ear despite it and his defeat.
“That was a truly excellent performance everyone! You moved me to tears with how deftly you wielded your theories and chased down the truth!”
“In your pockets you should all find an envelope.” he declared as he snapped his fingers.
“Within it is the truth of this game.”
The narrator wished to die and take his younger sister with him. By chance he discovered the killer’s identity and anonymously informed them of how his parents would be out for quite the duration that night.
However, the human heart is not so simple, especially one caught in the throes of self annihilatory feelings, and so the narrator of our tale began to doubt himself. Pushed to his emotional limit he began to believe that he had magical powers as his eyes wandered over the key to his sister’s treasured dollhouse.
In a fit of self hatred he crushed it in his hands and then followed by knocking down the now useless item, forgetting about it, but unable to forget about the key due to the pain from crushing it that he could still feel.
All of the reds prior to this event were speaking of the dollhouse when they said “this house”, but now with it knocked out of his vision and forgotten as a defense mechanism the reds after this event speak of the house they are in when they say “this house”.
As a result of this trick of the reds the door was still unlocked allowing the killer to enter as he lost track of time. He was snapped out of his trance by some kind of sound related to his sister’s murder, resulting in the red that he then spoke.
He thought back to the key looking over to the patch of darkness it had likely flew towards when the hand holding it struck against the dollhouse. He saw a doll on the ground there, something he briefly mistook for a person before realizing it was just something relatively pointless.
As he died the narrator found it funny that his strength has been reduced to such a level that he is incapable of even breaking a toy key, and so he wrote in on the floor in his blood, likely fancying himself for some kind of witch posing a great riddle.
He tossed a wrapped package over to one of the players, @Karifean to be precise.
“Till next time, Voyagers!”
And then with a clap of his hands the tale vanished from beneath them and the large machine began to power down.
…I’ll just say it’s a catbox and keep it unopened.
Just gonna say that I would’ve definitely thought of the doll house thing if the sister in my mind wasn’t my actual family, where all my sisters are much older than me, hence I didn’t think of the sister being young
FUCK
So that package is probably some sort of gameboard…I’m looking forward to it.
Well, that certainly was the cruelest bit of wordplay I’ve seen. Congratulations to @VyseGolbez for seeing through it.
I have to say, though, I feel like asking for foreshadowing when I suggested there could be two different houses referred to as “this house” is a bit of a dubious move. Does the narrative have enough foreshadowing for the existence of a dollhouse in particular? The thing the narrator knocked over is not specified, and could be most anything. Later on, the narrator notices something he briefly mistakes for a person, only to identify it as a meaningless object. I did consider it could be a doll, but I feel like the leap of logic from “meaningless knick-knack our confused protagonist might consider a person for a moment -> a doll, maybe…? -> a dollhouse exists” is a bit tenuous to request as foreshadowing of the existence of a dollhouse.
That said, I suppose that is not all. The narrator being able to crush the key with his hand suggests it is not an ordinary key. Hmm. Oh well, this is at least something to keep in mind for myself, as I’ve entertained the thought of creating a fair play mystery myself, with asking for evidence from the narrative a valid move for the gamemaster.
Anyhow… I do wonder if this game has actually ended. The title of the post does not read “[SOLVED]”. The records of truth were not in red. A mystery envelope has switched owners. The local sorcerer stands unharmed, as this was not truly his mystery to begin with. Perhaps the envelope Karifean received contains the real truth of this story.