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The Perfect Murder

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Started: 2/15/2016 Category: Miscellaneous
Updated: 9 months ago Status: Post Voting Period
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missjones

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The purpose of this debate is to craft a story both entertaining and intellectually intriguing. If you could murder someone, anyone (doesn't have to be a real person) who would it be and how would you do it? Essentially, when voted on, the person with the most creative story and best alibi and plan on how to get away with the murder, should win. Your story must end with the murderer getting away with it.

Here are the guidelines:
Round 1 is for your story. There is no acceptance round.
Round 2 will be for attempting to debase and find flaws in opponent's story, i.e. rebuttals.
Round 3 is for counter-arguments and conclusions.
No ad hominens or crude language, or I will immediately forfeit. If you yourself forfeit at any point, I will win.

Good luck and have fun! Hope you enjoy my story...

There once was a woman named Susie, with a husband named Bill; who was basically a tiresome English-man originating from the south-West of Britain. Bill had humble beginnings but had an early interest in business and making money, so became rather successful. Bill and Susie had met when they were both around the same age, both were single and seemingly wanted partners. Susie herself was not at all a "rich" woman and came from a poor family who struggled to get by immensely, so the prospect of dating Bill--a man who was gradually becoming a millionaire, was a desirable one. The problem with Bill [something that Susie should have questioned upon marrying him] was that he never liked to spend his money. In fact, he was extraordinarily tight. Him and Susie lived in a fairly nice property, but he never spent any money on her or took her out, or in fact did anything romantic with her. Essentially Bill failed to provide both financially and emotionally, and Susie felt like a very lonely woman.

Naturally she was expected to cook and clean for Bill as he was too tight to employ anyone else to do it, despite doing so she was never rewarded with any kind of appreciation. Susie was given a specific budget when she was sent out shopping by Bill, and people who had previously known her or were aware of the couple often saw her shopping in the cheapest stores and even charity shops.

Bill was indeed a very "difficult" man. To the extent that other family members also strongly disliked him, with some of them having completely cut-off contact and the others barely speaking to him. This was primarily due to his detachment and the fact that he continuously criticized those around him, without ever showing any love or affection.

The boredom and loneliness of being in such a marriage--as well as the criticisms from Bill whenever *he* thought she had done something wrong, made Susie become extremely unhappy. So much so that she began to resent her husband and harbored considerably negative thoughts about him.

Obviously she contemplated leaving, but then realized that at the age of 51 and looking a lot more wrinkly that she wasn't in a position to find another well-off man, or at least a guy with a lot of money. She could try divorcing him and claiming money but knew it would be *very* difficult to actually get anything out of Bill, and how could she afford any good lawyers? Having not worked for two decades, she simply didn't have the money to separate and/or claim from their marriage--and if she did, it would be a lengthy process. The house and all of their possessions were in his name. And Bill could easily fabcriate things about her to again prevent her from gaining anything.

What could she possibly do? There were times in the kitchen when Susie was so seething towards Bill that she wanted to just stab him with a knife there and then, and had placed a considerable amount of effort into not doing so. He would come in with his typically grumpy face, and either criticise or say nothing. Perhaps the food had not been cooked to his satisfaction or there was too much/too little of it. Nothing she did was ever right.

So, Susie began to think more and more about doing what she previously thought as the impossible. Though she'd had fantasies about killing him, she had initially wondered whether she could really go through with it or indeed "get away" with it. Being free of him would be the ultimate goal, but she would also be able claim on insurance after he'd died--which thus meant she'd be financially secure. Quite possibly she could make a case about the property as well, with him not around.

So one day, Susie suggested that her and Bill go out in the car to get some fresh country air. Usually Bill would be reluctant to *ever* go out anywhere but as it didn't really entail spending money, he decided to say yes. Susie and Bill happened to live in Cornwall, England, where there was a lot of cliffs and it was indeed very "edgy". Susie mentioned to Bill that perhaps a walk by the beach would be nice and this meant them parking a fair few meters above it, on the cliff area. The fact that the location was so near worked immediately in Susie's favour as Bill hated having to spend too much money on petrol. Susie wore a light coat and a scarf--while Bill also dressed himself up practically.

Anyway, they managed to find a space and with it being mid Autumn it wasn't very busy. In fact, no one within the immediate vicinity was around. Susie orchestrated and went over exactly what she would do in her mind and calmly composed herself before getting out of the car. "Nice to go out, isn't it, Bill?" she said managing to give a subtle smile to him, to which he just responded with an emotionless "I suppose", before saying "but let's not take too long". Susie looked at him and gently said they should give themselves a little walk first. "Even if we don't manage to get to the beach, at least let's have a look at that beautiful sea", she eagerly replied.

So Bill nodded and they both walked over to the direct location of the cliffs, with Bill walking with his hands behind his back which was his usual style. Now they were getting even closer and closer to the edge, but not close enough, Susie thought. She then said that she "wanted to get a better look of the view" and indicated that he should follow, which slowly but surely he did. Now they were there, and this was her a perfect opportunity. She quietly looked around to see if anyone else was there, and luckily, they weren't.

Then, as they were looking down at the sea. Susie all of a sudden decided to take her coat off as a glimmer of sun came along, and then placed it over her arms while putting her hands underneath. Then, she slowly turned around and moved her arms with [with the coat still placed over the hands] forward in Bill's direction; then directly put them on his back and then abruptly and forcibly pushed him off the cliff, his legs fell and he went flying forward all the way down to the Cornish rocks. That was it, she'd done it without having to even place that much effort in. It just took around a few seconds for Bill to eventually "hit" what was waiting for him, and when he did she looked down to see exactly what she had just done, and make sure that it was all actually real. Susie was both shaken and relieved; shaken at what had just happened and relieved that she'd finally done it.

Her next move [which she'd planned beforehand] was to immediately put her coat back on and then scream for help and find someone. She did this and went around frantically trying to seek someone out, but again--no one was around. She wondered quickly a little further to where it was less remote and then eventually found someone, "help" she screamed, "my husband, my husband's fell", with her anxious state naturally benefiting her story the people in question soon took her seriously. Susie then began to cry saying "Oooh no, I don't know how this has happened", "what was he doing?" and showed the people the spot where he "fell". "Oh no, I can't look" and the tears began falling again.

Susie was a good liar. There were no witnesses present.
PossieTV

Con

I would like to thank my opponent for opening this interesting debate and apologize for my late response. I read my opponents story and I definitely have my work cut out for me. I have a suggestion for my round two if my opponent will allow it. I think it would be fun if instead of just pointing out the flaws in each others stories, we write a new story from the point of view of a detective and point out the flaws that way. Round three could even be a court story where we defend our crime. Although that's just a suggestion. Now onto my story!

Barry Green was the son of a farmer and a seamstress down in the heart of Alabama. It was hard enough to be a farmer in 1932 without adding the fact that Barry's dad was a gambling man. In fact, by 1946 they had lost the farm and the family had to survive by Mrs. Green's dresses. This was not enough. They ended up living in a house with a family friend up until Barry was old enough to leave. When Barry was finally able to leave home, he headed down further south to Louisiana, New Orleans to be exact.

When Barry arrived in New Orleans around 1954 he discovered something he never had encountered before, wealth. He became obsessed with it. All he could think about was money and how to get it. At first he considered going to school, but his lack of money and natural book smarts discouraged it. He turned to business for his fortune. After all, men like J.P. Morgan and John Rockefeller built their fortune on nothing. All he needed now was something to sell. He sold pills for a pharmaceutical company for two years until he met Clovis. Clovis Pierre was the wealthiest banker in all of New Orleans. He lived in a huge antebellum style mansion and had a staff of servants catering to his every whim. Barry had met him one day while he was doing his rounds. He wasn't like most rich people, rude, egotistical, and cold. He was warm and friendly. He was someone you could trust, and someone that would trust you in return. Perhaps this was because of Barry's salesman like charisma, but Clovis grew fond of Barry. They became close friends. He let Barry stay in his mansion, drink his wine, and come to his parties. Of course none of it was ever Barry's.

At first Barry was too distracted by all of the glamour to be envious of Clovis but as time passed and the gold started to rust, Barry's jealousy grew. He wanted the wealth for himself. He had to have it for himself. He needed a plan. What Barry lacked in book smarts, he made up for in the other kind. He had that kind of intelligence that could plan and be meticulous. He could make connections that no one else would even see. This came in handy in the murder of Clovis Pierre.

The idea for the crime came to him at one of Clovis' masquerade parties but he dismissed it as being to hard to accomplish. The one part he needed to make it work would be almost impossible to find. It was the next day, ironically, that he found him, a perfect body double. Barry struck up a conversation with him and found out that he was a drifter who lost his family on the titanic. This was an unbelievable coincidence for Barry. It was almost as if fate had been pushing him to commit this crime. Now that he had the body double, he could move onto phase two. He needed to get his name in Clovis' will. This was easy to do and came as a shock to no one. Clovis had treated Barry like a son. Having no kids of his own, he was desperate to form a familial connection. With all of the steps in place, Barry was now ready to claim the wealth that he so desired.

The plan was set to take place during one of Clovis' masquerade parties. In the commotion of the party, Barry was able to slip Clovis out of the party unnoticed while the body double put on his mask and seamlessly joined the party. With his mask on, the body double was indistinguishable from Barry himself. While the body double established an alibi for Barry, Barry and Clovis had gone into the office in the south wing. Clovis went to his desk to grab a drink from his drawer and Barry put on the gloves that he had hidden in his coat pocket. With Clovis' back still turned, Barry leaped at the letter opener on the table and plunged it into the back of his once friend. To Barry's luck, Clovis gasped but did not scream. Barry, after committing his dastardly deed, again seamlessly replaced himself with his body double. No one had even noticed he left. When the body double was able to escape unnoticed, a scream rang out from the office in the south wing. The body had been discovered and Barry had the perfect alibi.
Debate Round No. 1
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Debate Round No. 3
5 comments have been posted on this debate. Showing 1 through 5 records.
Posted by SquirrelFaces 9 months ago
SquirrelFaces
how long does one have per round in terms of time and length?
Posted by vi_spex 9 months ago
vi_spex
"accidentally misplaced" bible on a teenagers shelf
Posted by Rami 9 months ago
Rami
One problem with the story: she had a motive to kill him. However, so many people have died by falling off cliffs, it is a good alibi.
Posted by missjones 9 months ago
missjones
fixed.
Posted by missjones 9 months ago
missjones
btw where I said "purpose" I meant to say "person"
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