Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 4, 2010 9:33:49 GMT -5
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If by your own rotten luck you came to read the first three books in YET ANOTHER SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS, I urge you to not read this one, as no one who ever does read THE CATASTROPHIC CASINO could call themselves lucky. In this wicked tale, the Baudelaires find themselves in an island off-shore, home to a casino owned by their enemies, with few friends to aid them.
Only the worst misfortunes can befall a person who reads a book about greedy gamblers, a family of italian mobsters, a really rotund man, white roses, a suspicious phone call, a tea party, and the disturbing identity of a wretched villain.
If you don't want to get contaminated with the aura of bad luck emanating from this story, please, avoid this book as if it were a black cat that crossed your path, to save yourself from a life of sheer unluck.
Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 4, 2010 12:12:20 GMT -5
The Daily Punctilio
All the news in fits of prints
Casanova Casino: The innest gambling center of the world!
by Geraldine Julienne
Casanova Casino, on a private island off the shore of the city of XXX XXXXXXXXX - the name was smudged with an ink stain - is probably the most in place for gamblers from all over the world. Recently acquired by the very rich family from Venice, Italy, the Casanovas, who are also notorious for working in the Venice Fire Department, the Casino offers what's best in terms of gambling and décor. The Casino has recently been completely remodeled, and the whole private island matches it's appearance, completing a striking, and very in theme. The Casino is also a hotel, and has a very in restaurant, and an outdoors courtyard where many in parties are held. The Casanova Casino is a gambling wonderland, where only the rich and in people can afford to stay.
Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 7, 2010 7:33:54 GMT -5
The following transcript was obtained by a volunteer who infiltrated him (or her) self at Casanova Casino, at the risk of having both legs broken by one of their henchmen, or worse. Several people have the same initial, so it might be very confusing.
C: Where is my Queen? Thanks *grabs a drink*
C: She's not here yet, but we've sent the helicopter to that station in the middle of the sea. Haven't we, U? *grabs a drink*
U: ... *grabs a drink*
C: Why not let her stay there? *grabs a drink*
C: Don't be foolish, C. E is to be the Queen of this Casino when I marry her! Also, she's a very in woman, don't talk about her that way.
C: *rolls eyes*
C: Does she have the two lovely girls with her? I can't wait to dress them up in the authentic Casanova Casino style.
C: I suppose. I haven't talked to her in the past couple of days. Her schemes at the factory, the manor and now the Anwhistle Aquatics have worked pretty well.I'm so proud of my E. V and F are outta the picture. To bad we can't say for sure they're dead. Who know what means the fool volunteers are still using to resist us.
C: You're forgetting them.
C: How could one forget them, C? Don't be stupid! Also, you can go now, B. I bet there is more people to serve down at the Casino, right?
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 7, 2010 11:13:16 GMT -5
That was wonderful, Tiago! Romance is my favorite story-type tied to drama, and so I know for a fact I will be enjoying this (not that I ever thought I wouldn't, of course. *repeatedly shakes head like a chibi-fied Cindry drawing to emphasize her point*).
Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 9, 2010 6:12:01 GMT -5
Dear Rosa Quigalot,
I have heard the news on the radio just a few moments ago. It seems as though the Anwhistle Aquatics were greatly damaged by our enemies. I went to Funeral Factory Fulfillment Ltd. and scanned the charred remains of my brother and sister's factory, XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX, when I began my journey to find V, F, and most of all, my precious C.
With all due respect,
P.s.: No. P.s.s.: Most certainly not. P.s.s.s.: It is inside it, on the bottom shelf, in the room between that bathroom with red tiles and that room with flowery wallpaper, according to E. I don't understand why you ask me this, when you know you cannot go there. P.s.s.s.: How does one play a game of roulette?
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A good portion of the letter, one of crucial importance, was smeared by what seemed to be an ice cream soda.
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This letter arrived in a day that could be a winter day if it wasn't summer. The chilling news I got from this letter were as chilling as the ice cream soda I had, - sitting at the Requiem Café, to refresh myself on a hot summer day -, and that I spilled on this letter when I thought I had seen someone who could not possibly be alive. It was only for a second, but as a result, this letter was ruined forever.
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 9, 2010 9:34:11 GMT -5
Yeah, I was just thinking that D was most likely Cindry's father. It's funny how I know nearly nothing about him, and yet I like him already. Also love the comparison between the chilling letter and chilling ice-cream soda. I wish I was as creative and clever with my comparisons as you are, Tiago.