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Senator Joseph McCarthy fell off a horse, hit his head, and became America's most vociferous douche-bag, thereby initiating an era of anti-communist hysteria and nuclear megalomania! 

[Autumn]

Well, I think JudasFM needs the time to rest up and recover, so I'm going to close the competition with just the 3 entries.  For your consideration:

Autumn, by Sinitrena.
Family Planning by Mandle.
Double Trouble by Frodo.

The voting categories will be as follows:

Best Delinquent Character: who was the best (or worst ) character at breaking rules and living life on their own terms?
Best Insubordination: what was the best rule violation?
Best Writing Style: whose words struck you like a spitball to the heart?
Best Overall (Bonus Vote): which work, as a whole, did you find most enjoyable to read?

Voting will run for about 4 days.  I will tabulating all votes over the weekend.  Good luck to all participants!

Here's a good one: Which history quiz game is lapsing into obsolescence?  

Nice.  One more day!

They're just faking sick, trying to get into the delinquent mindset.

Sure, I'm in the holiday spirit. Let's say new deadline is Monday December 11.

[The deadline approacheth!]

Excellent!  I was beginning to wonder if everyone had gone on the straight and narrow.

The deadline approacheth!

[gangsta hip-hop]

Global warming-induced hot-headedness has led to the rise of gangsta hip-hop

I still call thus place home though. Don't feel pressured to complete anything man just create and be creative and mist importantly share your work man.

Thus is the mist helpful advice I've seen in a whole.

"Ohhhh, we're halfway there!"

Juliette finds Mario?

I can't say I never smoked, but almost never.  I've probably had 10-15 cigarettes in my life.  But it was a lot of work trying to get hooked, not to mention expensive, so in the end I just couldn't be bothered to make the effort.

Hey, me and the Captain got together just the other day!

Don't worry Frodo.  I'm sure there are many other AGSers with a misspent youth from which to draw inspiration.   They're just hastily assembling front-men and setting up alias accounts before announcing their intentions to enter.

It's the (most likely) part of your clue that suggests some sort of upheaval at the time (thus introducing an element of uncertainty), although I suppose the distant past is also a possibility.

[Possible Voting Categories:]

Juvenile Delinquency



The world is your oyster when you're a kid.  Except if you don't like oysters and are determined not to put up with them anymore.  Then the world's a devil's kitchen of fun and mayhem!  From damaged children to pre-teen gangstas; from wayward youth to bad-ass babies: this is the topic where the young follow their own rules and shock their staid and settled elders into bouts of apocalyptic hysteria!

The rules are thus: your story must prominently feature some kind of antisocial minor who marches to the beat of his or her own drum.  The rest is up to you.

Possible Voting Categories:

-Best Delinquent Character
-Best Insubordination
-Best Writing Style
-Best Overall (Bonus Vote)

The contest will extend from now until Thursday December 7.  Then it will likely be extended at least once, but don't count on it 'cause you never know!  Then eventually I'll close the contest and we will vote.

Good luck to all entrants!  I look forward to reading your autobiographical accounts fictional creations!

Nicholas II of Russia?

Cool trophies!

Thanks for all the votes folks.  I never really intended to write an in-story reveal; only more of an Encyclopedia Brown solution.  Here you go:

Spoiler

Detective Lester is eager to ditch work and go drinking at a bar, so he doesn't linger long on the details.  He's pretty sure Priscilla (the Dame) wasn't at the crime scene, since her feathers-everywhere and steamroller-perfume would probably have been noted (quite apart from the fact that her choice of words makes it seem like she desperately wants to be thought of as more intelligent than she actually is).  On the same note Marty the Assistant is a walking calamity and the crime scene was quite tidy.  Billy Gates seemed too lazy to do his job, let alone plot and execute a cunning murder.  Besides, why would all three seek out a detective if they were guilty of murder?

While Detective Lester is fairly certain each was innocent of murder, he's quite certain that they are guilty of other things.  The Dame and Marty are both quite inept at hiding the fact that they have a deeper relationship than they are letting on (an affair, Detective Lester believes, based on the nicely tied tie that Marty is sporting.  The detective highly doubts that the hyperactive fidgeting assistant could stand still long enough to tie it.
The detective would bet money that they were together on the night of the murder; well, if he had any money he would bet it.)  The lazy Billy Gates has been equally lax in hiding the proceeds of his criminal selling of artefacts from the museum loading docks (his expensive gold watch tips off the detective).  None of this could have gone unnoticed by Dr. Partridge, who spent much more time around all three than Detective Lester.  Bertie Partridge was passionate about his work and his beautiful young wife.  Betrayal at both ends might have sent him into a depression, as evidenced by his increasingly erratic behaviour (such as his last date with his wife, and as noted by the security guard). 

But it is the circumstances of the death that confirm for Detective Lester that Bertie Partridge committed suicide.  The doors to the mammalian hall were locked, presumably from the inside.  The mould left out in front of the radiator was probably to dry it, to eliminate all traces of the water that had been left outside to freeze inside.  Detective Lester suspects that Bertie Partridge created an ice skull of his beloved sabre-toothed tiger, hoisted it up using the decorative rope found next to him at the scene (thus his rage at being told he couldn't string it up as a way to cover his tracks), lay down underneath, and then let it crash down on himself.  The quiet tapping that Billy Gates heard midway through the night was no hammer, but the sound of the ice water dripping steadily down the drain, completely melting away by morning.

Detective Lester suspects that come Monday morning when the lawyer's offices open they will discover some last minute changes to Dr. Partridge's will, and maybe some subtle clues to help the police catch the thief responsible for artefact thefts at the museum.  He fully intends to mostly sober up by then.  In the mean time, the weekend is ticking, so he bids his last-minute visitors adieu for now as he rushes out to start his well-deserved bender.

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I'll get the next competition up and running just as soon as I remember the awesome idea I had several months ago....

Ew, gross!

I was going to guess pig semen.

Yes!  J. Q. Adams was known to enjoy the frisky flow of the Potomac.  Rumour has it that voters chucked him out unfairly in 1828 because they judged his presidential capabilities right after he had gotten out one chill November morn.