Elevennames: Offensive Summer

James and Zachary have been nattering away at me to write something, and I responded to them by ignoring their texts and never logging on to instant messenger. I am far too busy with important things (like chopping wood and selling scrap metal and City of Villains) to bother with this thing! But last night even my precious Rogue Isles were invaded by Zachary, asking me politely if I would think about updating.

His innocuous request of course reverberated about my skull and spread about its loathsome spores, and now I am all like "I would love to update." SO HERE IS YOUR DAMN POST YOU MONSTERS.

Let us start where we last left off - I think around the point that said I'd keep writing for this thing as long as someone else was hoofing the bill. Ha ha, savage lies! It can be assumed that beneath the tepid and calmly witty exterior we project here at Elevennames, we all dream only of one thing: the brutal murder of our comrades. Or maybe that's just me! Whatever. SUFFICE IT TO SAY there was something of a kerfuffle, and Cate and Beth are not here any more. Maybe more will go, too! We are like a tiny medieval village, and one amongst us is a murderer. Can you, the reader determine who is behind the crimes before another person meets their grisly demise?

Hint: We are all the murderer. All of our party games are brutally objective moral judgments in disguise. Enjoy reading useless blogs on the internet in the face of devastating tragedy!

In these awful instances, it is easy to become disconnected from the actual human tragedy of our times. I can only hope that the Offensive Summer (what? What did James call it?) we can provide some kind of entertainment with both brain and heart. And maybe a fair helping of guilt.