My fourth project: Murder She Wrote. Well, here's a bit of background for the story, so you better read up!

September 18, 2000
New Orleans, Louisiana
"Yo, man, what's up?" a young man of 21 years asked David, adjusting the rims of his glasses to further aid his vision. "Someone's feeling giddy today!"

"Of course he is." another man of 20 said callously, brushing his purple locks out of his eyes. "He just got a date with the hottest girl in LSU! How would you feel if- oh, never mind, you're so nerdy that no one would want to go out with you."

"Grow up, Robert! Everything will be pretty in its time!"

"Right..." Robert said skeptically. "So, David, how does it feel?"

"It feels pretty good," David said. "But it's not too surprising, I mean, she is-"

"-Only the hottest of the hot anywhere!" the glasses man interrupted. "You are so lucky, David!"

"Yeah, but it's nothing really, Thomas. I've known her for a while."

"Wha-you've known her?" Thomas blurted out, calling the attention of the other alumni towards them. He said in a milder tone, "You have got to be kidding."

"We've played pranks together, Thomas. You know I can't joke."

"Yes, but still-"

"Hey, he could be." Robert interrupted. "I mean, you are the lead actor in the drama club, for God's sake! How do we know you're not lying?"

"You'll have to trust me on this one." David shook his head at the disbelief of his acquaintances, chuckling and muttering all the while. "You're my friends, you weirdoes. You're supposed to trust me."

"Fine..." Thomas growled under his breath. "How do you know her?"

"We are childhood friends." David explained. "We used to hang out a lot, and back then, we were the tightest friends anyone in Louisiana could think of. Everyone would look at us like we were bloody idiots, but we had a deep bond with each other. It's not that hard to explain, really."

"Hey!" a girl's voice yelled. Thomas, Robert and David turned to see a 19-year-old girl run up to them. She was beautiful, busty, and very compassionate; Robert couldn't help but blush and Thomas was drooling incessantly. "Hello, David. How did you fare in the exams today?"

"I think I did well, Marie, but I can't be too sure...some of the questions were either too hard or I couldn't understand them." he muttered, massaging his forehead in frustration. "But overall, I think I did well." Marianne's response was to laugh in that melodic voice of hers and clutch David in her arms.

"Lucky stiff..." Thomas muttered under his breath.

"Grow up, Thomas!" David warned. "Anyway, Marie, how about we head to Gumbo's in the French Quarter and celebrate, huh?"

"That sounds wonderful!" Marianne giggled, causing both Robert and Thomas to swoon.

"Good. Thomas, Robert, you're welcome to join us."

"Thanks for the offer, but I promised Kevin I would teach him how to ride his new bike." Robert muttered unhappily. "That kid is such a tartar, I sometimes wonder if he really is my younger brother..."

"I hear that." Thomas said. "I would go too, but I haven't finished that science project for Mr. Kraus yet. He scared the crap out of Toothpick today when he forgot his report today..."

"Man, anyone who even likes his class would be insane..." At this point, a young girl of 18 strode up to the group and said sweetly, "Hey David, when are you going to take me out, huh?"

"Get out of here!" David growled at the girl. "What are you trying to pull?"

"Oh, just something called love, my sweet!"

"Grow up, Loretta; he's not changing his mind." Marianne said, making a rude gesture with her left hand.

"Come on, you can't have him all to yourself! Now, LEGGO!" Loretta's reaction was to pull on David's right arm. This caught Marianne off-guard for a few moments, but she then grabbed his left arm and engaged a bit of 'tug-o-war' with the poor chap until a dark, muscle-bound man of 22 stalked up to them. He was cracking his knuckles, and he didn't like what he saw. Loretta let go, causing Marianne and David to tumble to the ground, and she bawled, "He hurt me, bro! WAH!"

"David, you know what happens when you do that..." the man scowled.

"All talk and no action, huh? I wouldn't put it past you, Ferdinand."

"DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT!" Ferdinand yelled, grabbing David by the shirt and slamming him into the school wall. He spit at David and hit his eye, warning him, "If you even so much as harm one of my sister's hairs on her head, the consequences will be rather ghastly, I warn you." With that, he and Loretta casually walked off, but not before she made a rude gesture at Marianne.

"That girl...she doesn't give up, does she?" Thomas muttered in disgust. "You okay, Dave?"

"One: don't call me Dave. And two: I'm still in one piece, am I not?"

Robert laughed. "You always could crack a joke or two, even in the face of Death. That's why I like you; you've got inner strength."

"Yeah, and Ferdinand there lost his a long time ago." David smirked. He checked his watch, and panicked when he saw the time. "Crap! I still have a job to go to! I'll see you all later!" Everyone waved good-bye to the young man, especially Marianne. "Farewell!"

Later that night, a man was strolling through the library late at night, searching for a book about Ancient Egypt. Having found one, he was about to read it when a body flew through the window at high speed, shattering the silence, the glass, and the man's mood. Broken glass was strewn about the hall when the man turned to look outside. What was once a car was now barely recognizable when it crashed into a tree outside the library at high speed, possibly 70, 80 miles an hour. It splintered the tree into falling over; the man turned to look at the body and gasped when he looked at his face.

The young man, with whom Death had paid a visit in that horrendous accident, was the last person anyone thought would be killed. His gray-blue eyes, left open by the cold caress of Death, were so haunting, so shocking, that anyone who saw them would leave with that image forever burned in their minds. David Hanover Clemenceau...he died too young.

A policeman for the Louisiana Dept. was finished typing up a report concerning the accident. It stated that it was just that: an accident and that David was either drunk or asleep at the wheel. He sighed; this kind of case happened way too often at the city, and he just put the file into the shelves of the police archive, forever identified as this:

Sep '00
Clemenceau, D.
HS-172

Five years have passed ever since this young man was killed in an accident, or so everyone thought. Truth would be buried, and so would the evidence for five long years. Since then, lands have stretched and skewed, rotated and flipped over, and contorted into the world of Nintendo today. As a young woman decides to take up writing mystery stories for a hobby, soon the crimes she types up become twisted reality as the details become eerily similar to that case left unsolved for five years...Now the case heats up as witnesses are interviewed, suspects surfacing, friends become foes, and secrets thought to be long buried are hastily yanked from their graves. Never before has anything of the sort occurred...until now. As this young man cries for justice from the grave, many events, some comical and some gruesome, are pieced together until the final picture of his death is complete and the murderer discovered. Time waits for no man, and neither does what you will read in the next few chapters as the wheels of fate begin to turn for one young woman...

And so it begins...at the Smash Mansion on the southeastern peninsula of the Smash Island, everything begins.