Eight Forum members meet at the hotel Metropole in Birmingham on August 26, 2010, the day before the Discworld Convention starts. Sitting in the penthouse bar offering panoramic views of Birmingham (Wow!
), they are chatting, laughing and quaffing copiously.
Jan is drinking triple G & Ts.
Dotsie is drinking tequila slammers.
Sjoerd is drinking Heineken.
Willem is drinking Grolsch.
Crys is drinking pints of absinthe.
DJ is drinking dry sherry.
Bikkit is drinking shandies.
Poohcarrot is drinking bitter.
Suddenly, Pooh grabs his throat, lets out a muted cry, then slumps backward to lie twitching on the floor with green froth spewing out of his mouth. His body then becomes very still.
"Let me through!" shouts Dotsie, "I'm a scientist....No pulse! He's dead! Arsenic poisoning!"
For several seconds everybody is stunned and nobody speaks. Then in unison everybody shouts, "Yippee! Happy, happy!"
But who killed poor Pooh? Who could he possibly have wound up enough to commit murder? Well, obviously, everyone, but who had the bottle to carry out such a dirty deed? Could there be a serial killer on the loose at the Discworld Convention? Is this the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end? Is this possibly the crappiest storyline to date?
Only time will tell.
Let the voting commence to start. Whoever is voted off (MAKE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND THE VOTING PROCEDURE!) will be forcibly man-handled by the remaining Forum members and thrown to their death off the top of the hotel Metropole. The Forum takes care of its own in-house business!
The afternoon phase will end at exactly 11:00pm Tuesday 20, UK time.
My ghost will try to keep track of the voting and objectively point out all the possibilities.
)
I think I must be 'tactical' in my second vote 
