You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.,
But do you recall?
When the murders began that fall…
Oh, is it that time of year again?
Silent Night
Holy Night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin
Mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
And then the murders began
And then the murders began
Well, if we’re going down that road:
Oh, holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night
When the murders begin
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree
And then the murders began.
You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry,
You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town.
And then…
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who hid a handgun in a bucket
The shit hit the fan
When the murders began
And the man kicked the Nantucket bucket.
Oh, I come from a land,
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam,
Where they cut off your ears
If they don’t like your face:
It’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home!
When the wind’s in the East,
And the Sun’s in the West,
And the sand in the glass is right…
Then the murders will begin.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose (yeah)
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And then the murders began
Ooooh, we’ve got this notion
that we’d quite like to sail the ocean
so we’re building a big boat to leave here for good.
We’re not keen on sinking
so we’re all sitting here a thinking
’cause we built it too big and we’ve run out of wood.
Eidle eidle eee
Eidle eidle eee
And then the murders began because I already played through this damn tutorial
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the gulf stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
And then the murders began.
Trying to bring back some actual BOOK beginnings as I’ve so egregiously abused that part of the game
Well, if you’re going to be like that…
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
… And then the murders began.
progris riport l—martch 5 1965
DR. STRAUSS SAYS I shud rite down what I think and evrey thing that bappins to me from now on. I dont know why but he says its importint so they will see if they will use me. And than the murders bigan.
-Flowers For Algernon, Daniel Keyes
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
And then the… er… murders… continued?
Mother died today. Or maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure.
And then the murders began.
Andrew Martin said, “Thank you,” and took the seat offered him. He didn’t look driven to the last resort, but he had been. And then the murders began.
-The Bicentennial Man, Isaac Asimov
I am Sam.
Sam I am.
That Sam-I-am!
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like
That Sam-I-am!
Do you like
Green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
And that is how
The murders began…
Brother Francis Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been for the pilgrim with girded loins who appeared during that young novice’s Lenten fast in the desert. And then the murders began.
-A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter Miller
Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there lived a fair maiden, a sad, young lad, and a childless baker, with his wife.
And then the murders began.
Impossible those people never existed.