The Black Country [Concluded]

[Iskander 3.1]

Chocolate stout?

[Death is yonder]

Warning, fresh vintage of wine detected, it comes from the vineyards of Tratorix and brewery of Beskarland.

[A Very Super Market]

Agh, what was I thinking?

Round ends in an hour, for that is when I actually sent out the last PM.

[Askthepizzaguy]

And I promise you I'll never desert you again because after 'Salome' we'll make another picture and another picture. You see, this is my life! It always will be! Nothing else! Just us, the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark!... All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

[A Very Super Market]

YESTERDAY NIGHT ENDS!

The workers looked in awe at the catastrophic state of White eyes :D, whose body was mashed in-between the the pistons of several steam engines. Strewn on the floor were his entrails, and a good helping of blood.

"How exactly is this considered murder", said a voice from the crowd. "It happens all the time!"

An official quickly directed the crowd's attention on to a note tacked onto the remnants of White eyes' hand, which was conveniently sticking out from in between some levers.

"This man wos fond too bee gilty off tri ing to hort the facttory. He has ben delt with by mee."

"Sabotage!" Exclaimed the, now-incensed, horde. They began to stomp on his remains. "It seems that not only are we harbouring a murderer, but luddites as well" Announced the official. "Let us work our best to eradicate them from the populace, so that progress must be made"

Amidst the cheers, another man announced- well, slurred his objection to the aide. Beskar launched a drunken tirade on his activities last night, which mainly involved drinking, until the very last of it.

"I...... I was walkin' 'round, and.. uh.... I..... there was a guy... and he hads a knife on him.... so I took off into ...... that... there.... machinery... blurghhh"

The men began to decipher his message, before a sudden bout of coherence managed to produce a clear answer from him.

"So I was runnin' in between the stuff, and the guy behind slips on somethin', and wangs his head on a loom. I was gonna finish him, but right behind the guy, ther was all the bloods, and stuff, of White eyes, so I took off. *Burp"



And with that, he promptly passed out. The mayor, as usual, was nowhere to be seen, so his aide quickly ran into the factory to check up on his story. And indeed, a wang-mark was found on a loom, as well as a name card bearing "Mafia" on the ground next to it.

"I would like to take the chance to warn everyone, that the factory is a dangerous place. If you are sticking around it at night, take care as to not get your face wedged into a furnace or something. Of course, if someone is out to kill you, just run right into it for all I care. Currently, even with a body wedged into an engine, the factory is almost at full capacity. Work will resume as soon as we find these two dastardly killers. Now, I know you are not used to voting in things, and prefer to simply punch people in the face right then and there, we as the elite prefer to take a democratic way of execution. Find these arses"

Day begins. 20:11 GMT

Alive
CDF
Beskar
pevergreen
atheotes
johnhughthom
Captain Blackadder
Diana Abnoba
Tratorix
Yaropolk
Beefy187
taka
AtPG
Iskander 3.1
Death is Yonder


Bit it
White eyes :D

[Askthepizzaguy]

...this is most telliber! WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS??? I said to her, she says, that's most precious of you, but I have OVER 9000!!! YES! Oh yes, sayeth unto me my lord, unto MEEEE!!!! Why? It feels so pointy. Like a little bitty bunny rabbit. EXCAPE! Fly fly fly...

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

well, AtPG is not mafia at least


Vote: abstain

[Beskar]

Imma gonna blow up tha bad guys th'y w'nt know wh'thit'em * collapses*

[Diana Abnoba]

This is very strange, and Pizza what the...are you talking about.

Vote: Abstain for now

[Askthepizzaguy]

WHY, WHISKERS, WHY????? You think you can hide the dragon from me, but I know all about your plans. No sir, there's just no way! It might be pink on the outside, but still! I cry out loud, but she just won't stop doing it... IT BURNS!!! IT BURNS!!! OH THE PAIN!! THE DAFFODILS!!!! Crispix!!!

[johnhughthom]

munch, munch

eh, what's going on ere then? What's that body doing in t' engine like?

munch, munch

Anybody got any pork scratchings?

[Beefy187]

vote: taka

Welcome back

[Iskander 3.1]

Buuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp

[johnhughthom]

Buuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp

eh, what was 'at? You eatin all t' pork scratchings?

[pevergreen]

I'm BACK BABY.

pevergreen commences to dance.

[johnhughthom]

Vote:pevergreen

I heard t' rustle of pork scratchings in t' pockets when thou were dancin' like.

[Tratorix]

I'm BACK BABY.

pevergreen commences to dance.

Tratorix runs up to pevergreen with a tape recorder in hand.

Sir, would you be willing to comment on the situation here and the dance you're doing?

[pevergreen]

"Its my peoples native dance"

pevergreen continues to boogey on down

[johnhughthom]

johnhughthom waddles over to Tratorix

eh, eh, eh now. If thou is going to interview anyone with your equipment which looks like it won't be invented for a hundred n' fifty year, thou will interview me.

Now, got any pork scrathings in t' infernal machine?

[Yaropolk]

Beskar, what were you doing in the writeup?
Vote Abstain

[Askthepizzaguy]

"Its my peoples native dance"

pevergreen continues to boogey on down

Not after 9PM!!! Remember... always remember... don't let them touch you! Don't you see? They, they can't... they are TOO BUSY with the cows. ALWAYS taking from me what MUST BE DONE!!! You don't think so, but it's true! Don't you know who I am? No, no of course not, you're one of MANY yet to come... I know all your plans, yes, mushmouth, I delivered his HEAD, but they wouldn't do it. So don't think you can fool me because ITS NOT WORKING!!

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Guys a heads up, on Sunday I am leaving to go camping for a week. If I could get lynched before then that would be great. (or replaced, whatever floats your boat. )

[Beefy187]

Guys a heads up, on Sunday I am leaving to go camping for a week. If I could get lynched before then that would be great. (or replaced, whatever floats your boat. )

Or killed if you are a townie.

[Iskander 3.1]

Votaefzzzz: Ciltered derrzz fun *hic*

[Death is yonder]

*laaalaaalaaa*

*mooches around*

*Scratches armpits*

Not after 9PM!!! Remember... always remember... don't let them touch you! Don't you see? They, they can't... they are TOO BUSY with the cows. ALWAYS taking from me what MUST BE DONE!!! You don't think so, but it's true! Don't you know who I am? No, no of course not, you're one of MANY yet to come... I know all your plans, yes, mushmouth, I delivered his HEAD, but they wouldn't do it. So don't think you can fool me because ITS NOT WORKING!!

YOUU... MAD PERSON... GOT ANY BEER? I'D LIKE THAT AND...A NAIL CLIPPER.

THANK YOU.

[pevergreen]

"I want my HAAANDS BAACK! HAAAHAHAHAAA!"

pevergreen dances around in an operatic fashion.

[Beskar]

Beskar, what were you doing in the writeup?
Vote Abstain

I will post seriously, at first I had no pm from Host, so I just thought it was the host being funny with the drunk character I was assigned, then the host pm'd me saying he forgot to give me the result, and he basically said some one was trying to kill me with what was described as having "Evil Grin on his face" and I escaped by running through dangerous machinery and left the assaulter far behind.

In the story, it references this, with apparently the person banging his head on the loom, which allowed to escape.


In short: Who ever the Mafia are, they dislike me are trying to kill me off.

[A Very Super Market]

I don't remember giving so many "Village idiot" roles....

[Beskar]

Tis' cause I am lik' gre't hick 'n um wanna b' lyk me.

(aka, you wrote out my role and people copied me because they thought they would be speaking the same, or I am totally cool and they want to be like me)

[Diana Abnoba]

Okay lads, came here to make money, with the factory closed, can't make money. Git to work find'n them mafia, so we all can get back to work in the factory, and make money.