Revenge ofInishmore! Summary Thread

[pevergreen]

Welcome, welcome. I decided to not to a sequel to the Riftwar game, as many people were lost, so here I am. Inishmore. The first game was set up with two mafia families, the British, and the IRA fighting for control of a nice Irish town, named Inishmore. Lets see how it ended:


The day seemed like the longest yet. All three sat comtemplating their fates, their actions, themselves. Lord Winter and 'khaan spoke, and towards the end of the long day, so did El Diablo.

It finally came to a close. Inishmore was either safe, or gone. 'khaan had been chosen. The final choice.

'khaan sighed. He knew he was going to die. He took off his boxing gloves, which he wore at silly times, for laughs, and placed his neck through the noose. The box from under his feet was taken out and the drop cut off his air supply, leaving him kicking in the air and dieing slowly.

*****

Later that night, Lord Winter and El Diablo sat drinking. A friendly black and white cat came walking in, rubbing himself against their legs. Without a word, El Diablo pulled out his handgun.

":daisy: cat, Thats Padriac's cat!"

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You canna be serious?"

":daisy: yeah. It caused all this killing. I say we kill it."

"Yah. Lets do it!"

They both drew sight on the cat, but couldn't stop trembling.

"Aye...I can't do it."

"Neither can I."

The night continued in peace.

Town Victory.

However, Inishmore was not satisfied. They had watched the British die, they had watched most of the IRA die, except Brendan.


The gong rung. Time was up. Diana Abnoba was crestfallen. His time was up. With one last look at Askthepizzaguy he made his way to the gallows. The noose slipped round his neck and was tightened. Was this how it was to end? Was this how years of english opression continued? It should not be, it could not be! With a yell, he pulled off his eye patch and yelled "Damn you Padraic! You died too easily. I never got my revenge. Run Brendan!"

As if it was a command, Askthepizzaguy took off, running out of the square. "I'll carry on without you Christy."

Christy jumped off the gallows, breaking his neck.

The Inishmorians want blood. Brendan's blood. They've sent 5 of their townsmen to the location where they think Brendan is, and they'll kill everyone to try to find any sign of him. Its up the the English citizens of this sleepy town to stop them before they spread terror all across Britannia.

Revenge of Inishmore is somewhere between vanilla and crazy, in terms of setup. I'm looking for 41 people.
As it was in the first, so it is in the second.

If we get 41 people, there will be 5 mafia members, and 16 other role PMs. That makes 20 vanilla townies.


Rules:

Voting must be bolded and in the format of Vote: Beefy187, for an unvote, please use Unvote, Vote: Beefy187 or even better, include the person you are unvoting. If the votes are not bolded, your vote will not be counted.
To avoid the WoG, you must register a valid vote in 75% plus in number of day phases.
Vote: Abstain and Vote: No Lynch are not valid choices.

Role PMs: You may not reveal in private. You may not, in private, discuss, allude to, hint or in any way attempt to convince a person/party that you have a certain ability or role. You may not communicate any results you may have. You are, however, free to discuss and make plans with anyone you choose via any out of thread communication.

Screenshots are not allowed. This means no IM logs, no IRC chat, no PM or any other private communication from anyone. Anything that can be publicly seen is fair game.

Revealing of roles post-mortem: The host may place clues in a writeup, or outright say what role a person is.

Rules for the dead:
You are free to continue discussing as you would normally in and outside of the thread, with the condition that you do not reveal anything private you may have known while alive. (So no post death public reveals of role, or even private reveals)
You may not vote for anyone, even as a joke. If I see a dead person make a vote, even if in massive font with silly faces, I will 'ask' that person to refrain from posting in the thread again.

Once the game has ended, please do not reveal your role straight away, wait for the host to post a role list.

Each phase will last for approximately 24 hours, or as close to that as the host can manage. A strict deadline policy applies. If the cutoff for actions or voting is 9:00pm, anything posted/sent at 9:00pm is accepted, anything at 9:01pm is invalid.

Ties: In the event of a tie, something will happen. It may not always be the same, and it may not always be pleasant and/or fair, as a few players from the last game can attest to.

Lynching: In this game, once lynched, you are not dead, you are simply imprisoned...

Any kills in this game are to be written by those who perform them. If nothing if given, or changes need to be made for in game purposes (defended, role blocked etc) the host will modify the kill with no regard to how good it may have been before he touched it.

Summary lists will be provided at each phase end, and will include the usual

Alive:

Lynched

Dead

WoG (added as needed)

And if other categories are needed, they will be added at the time.



Signups: 39
Sasaki Kojiro
Greyblades
Secura
GeneralHankercheif
Yaseikhaan
Csargo
Beefy187
Yaropolk
A Very Super Market
TinCow
Lord Winter
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Askthepizzaguy
Methos
White_eyes:D
atheotes
autolycus
Winston Hughes
Subotan
Chaotix
Diamondeye
Joooray
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Thermal Mercury
Captain Blackadder
Niklas
Psychonaut
YLC
Khazaar
Crazed Rabbit
Centurion1
Renata
Scienter
Warman
Seamus
Myddraal
Zack

[pevergreen]

The boat shattered on the rocks.

"Well lads, we're here. We somehow made it onto English territory. What'da say we hit the closest town and just work our way throughout England until we find Brendan?"

"Works for me!"


The Inishmorians have arrived, the scene is set, 5 mafia, 18 other roles. Who will emerge victorious?

If you have not received a PM from me now, you are, unfortunately, one of the 16 vanilla townies.

Alive: 39/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
autolycus
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Chaotix
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Khazaar
Lord Winter
Methos
Myrddraal
Niklas
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink
Renata
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack

Lynched: 0/39

Killed: 0/39

Day 1 will end at 11:00pm AEST (GMT +10) on Friday 16/4/2010. That is 31 hours, 55 minutes from the time of this post.

Good luck all, any questions, just ask!

[pevergreen]

The first day had drawn to a close, the peaceful English people continued about their business much as usual, as nothing strange had happened. At some point, during one of the many tea breaks of the day, the group had collectively decided, as civilised people do, that they should put one of these people in prison until they had figured out who these savages from Ireland are. This person was autolycus.

He didn't seem too put out.
"Cheerio chaps, I'll be seeing you back when this is all done, rightio?"

The prison guard gave him his night cup of tea, and autolycus settled down in the comfortable bed with a nice book, leaving the trouble to the rest of them. It may have been prison, but in this town, they made prison nice, since it was usually crime free.


Tally:


6 - autolycus
2 - Diamondeye, Lord Winter, Scienter, Seamus, Subotan, Warman
1 - Crazed Rabbit, Myrddraal, slashandburn, split, Thermal Mercury, TinCow, Yaseikhaan, YLC, Zack

Alive: 38/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Chaotix
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Khazaar
Lord Winter
Methos
Myrddraal
Niklas
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink
Renata
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 0/39


It is now Night 1. Please have your orders (and kill write-ups, if applicable) in by when the phase ends, 23 hours and 42 minutes from now (11pm Saturday GMT+10 17/4/2010).

[pevergreen]

Winston Hughes was sitting all alone eating chicken soup, when he heard a knock on the door. "Well who could that be?" he wondered. When he opened the door, he saw two men holding a big package. "Sign here" said the gruff voice. The box suddenly opened up, and out popped a monkey. "I didn't order a monkey" said Winston, as the monkey hopped into his arms and began playing the cymbals. "That's not our problem" said one of the two men. The monkey screamed at Winston and slammed the cymbals against his head, and everything went blank. When he woke up, Winston was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a table to his left, and just within reach was a gun, and a note that said "use me to escape". He was unsure what that meant, until the loudspeaker in the far corner of the room began to play a familiar melody.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2WGfqfQ6HM

He gladly put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.


Myrddraal was enjoying a game of mafia on his computer, but he felt like someone was watching him. This was never a good sign. Sure enough, just outside his house, a pair of beekeepers slid a tube through the pet door. The tube led all the way to their truck, which had a big sign on it which read "killer bees". They then waited by the front door with guns drawn, and waited for the inevitable screams. Myrddraal heard the omnious sound of buzzing and ran for the back door instead, but was running too fast to see the nearly invisible piano wire, running across the back porch at neck level. His body ended up in the back lawn, 7 kilograms lighter.

Khazaar was walking along, enjoying the brief break between the rain showers. He thought most people would be home this time of night, but he saw two men walking along, obviously drunk. He paid them no notice, as he didn't know them by sight, but they stopped their laughter when he passed them. One turned around and said, "Hey mate, do you think this guy had a face full of pimples when he was younger?" Spying an article of their clothing and seeing the oppurtunity for a joke, Khazaar replied "Acne." The two men's faces drew solem, they dropped their bottles and brought out knives. When he was found in the morning, Khazaar had little cuts all over his face, but his death was from dual stab wounds in his buttocks.

Reenk Roink was in his bed having just finished reading an obscure book and was just happily dreaming of his one true love, pevergreen. Oh my, what a dream it was. But it was cut short by the door banging open. Reenk shot up and his hand went to his trusty sword. The intruder brashly entered the room and laughed when he saw Reenk in bed with a sword clutched in his hand.
"You silly english types, always with the swords and the tea and the floral bedsheets!"

"Silly English types? No Englishmen is that mean to his countrymen...if you arent English, what are you?"

"Can't you tell from my outrageous accent? I'm French!"

With that, the moustached intruder grabbed Reenk, threw him over his shoulder and ran away.

Two men stood at the edge of beach and road. Barefoot, sipping from their beer cans, wearing singlets and generally not looking too clean.

"Its nothing like home mate."

"That she aint. But bugger it, what are we gunna do about it?"

"Good point."

A man was walking past, and seeing the oppurtunity to make some new friends, went over and started up a conversation. By the time they had finished and parted their own ways, the man left with wonderous tales from two short spoken people and a new game to play.
As the man walked home, he replayed the scene.

He was fishing a knife out of his pocket to open one of the cans, and when he pulled it out, the other two men didn't seem surprised, but glanced at each other. One reached into his pocket and pulled an object out.

"That aint a knife. This is a knife."

"Thats a spoon..."

"Ah, I seen you've played Knifeyspoony before."

At that moment, nothing in his life had ever seemed so funny. He was sure there people were his new best friends. He'd follow them to the ends of the earth.

Alive: 34/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Chaotix
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Lord Winter
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 3/39
Winston Hughes
Myrddraal
Khazaar

Missing: 1/39
Reenk Roink

Note about the Missing group: Players listed under 'Missing' are effectively dead. They cannot vote, nor can they be voted and they cannot perform or be targeted by Night Actions. They may, at a later date, however, return.

It is now Day 2. Day will end in 24 hours, 25 minutes (Midnight Sunday GMT+10)

[pevergreen]

The second day drew to a close. There was less calm, as a number of people were found dead in the morning.

They selected Chaotix to be imprisoned, but Chaotix's head just shook.

"Oh no, you can't do that to poor little old me, you'll just have to off me instead. Terribly sorry, I could have insisted you throw me in the Tower, but the people have decided, and I cannot refuse the people! Just make sure someone feeds my dogs."

And with that Chaotix was helped away, and never seen again.

Tally:

6 - Chaotix
4 - Sasaki
3 - YLC
2 - slashandburn, split, Subotan
1 - Diamondeye, Greyblades, White_eyes:D, Yaseikhaan, Zack

If the following players do not vote next day phase, they will be WoG'd.

Lord Winter, slashandburn, White_eyes:D

Alive: 33/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Lord Winter
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 4/39
Winston Hughes
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)

Missing: 1/39
Reenk Roink



It is now Night 2. Night will end in 23 hours, 55 minutes. (Midnight, Monday 19th April GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Sasaki Kojiro was sitting at home, checking out what was on TV. As it turns out, not a whole lot. Sure, tonight seemed to be some big Dr. Who thing, but he hated that show, so he eventually settled on some good old fashioned rugby. Brushing the old cat hair off his shoulders, he had just gotten comfortable when the doorbell rang. Grumbling, Sasaki got up to answer it. He swung the door open and to his amazement, there stood a big blue fox. She was on her hind legs and was posing seductively. She slowly walked past him and made her way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and giving Sasaki the best "come hither" look he had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of them on his TV. He followed this foxy lady, or was she a lady fox?, up the stairs into his bathroom, where she turned on the taps in his bathtub. Complying with her wishes, Sasaki lowered himself into the tub, after discarding his clothes, and sighed at how good the water felt. His mind went blank as the foxy lady gave him the best massage he had ever had. He was so relaxed, he didn't hear two men grunt and stagger their way up the stairs, and into the bathroom. The lady's hands went down past his shoulders, his biceps and elbows and to his wrists. Sasaki was shivering, anticipating the feeling of her fingers on his, but instead he was treated to the cold feeling of steel around his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw that he had been handcuffed to the taps. Silently, Sasaki cursed having such elaborate taps, and so far apart. He could move upward from a sitting position, but he couldnt get out of the water. Finally taking notice of the two men in the room, his face did not turn to horror, but puzzlement. The two men had brought in a high powered portable air conditioning unit. Laughing to themselves, they turned it on full blast and pointed it at Sasaki. He died of hypothermia before the sun rose.

Scienter was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sea salt and spray, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of hard word beneath her feet. Up ahead, she spotted some street performers, knife jugglers. Having grown paranoid, she put away her little notebook and turned to run away. What she in fact did, however, is fall on a bannana peel. It was a comical sight to others, but Scienter managed to do a double front flip and smack her head so hard on the wood that she died immediately. The two street performers walked over to her. Nudging the body with his foot, the taller one said "Why'd you have to bring the monkey again?" The monkey didn't seem to take that too nicely, he scampered down off the shoulder of the shorter one, onto the body of Scienter and starting jumping up and down, screaming. What shamed even the knife jugglers is when the monkey decided to add banging his cymbols together to the odd dance.

Two men were standing on the beach, not far from where Scienter would die a bit later that night. Enjoying the last glimpses of the sun and laughing about saving daylight, they drunk from their beer cans whenever there was a pause in the conversation. There wasnt a lot of conversation. After an hour or so, one pulled out a portable barbeque and set it up, starting to fry up a delicious dinner. A pedestrian smelled the food and walked over and said hello. He would stay there for quite a while, hearing amazing stories and being careful to stay away from trees on his way home, he was afraid of things dropping from them now.

The scene was the hottest nightclub in town. Hot may not have been the best word to describe it, it featured a few middle aged people sitting down and having a nice chinwag. In a corner, GeneralHankerchief sat alone, drinking his favourite beverage and mentally calculating the odds of his favourite sports team winning next weekend. He was, quite understandably, annoyed when a man tipped over his table and shouted at him. "You're here to what?" GH asked. "I said we're here to kill ya, you dirty mongrel."
"We?" inquired GH.
The man looked around but could not see who he was looking for. "Oh...sorry to bother you sir, have a nice night."
He left without further comment.

In the centre of the nightclub a man stood talking to a man with a few cuts on his hand. They talked long into the night and by the end of it, were best friends.


Alive: 31/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Lord Winter
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 6/39
Winston Hughes
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter

Missing: 1/39
Reenk Roink


The townspeople gathered at what was now the usual spot and were greeted by an unsual sight.

"Excuse me, my name is pevergreen, and I carry a bit of bad news!"

"It seems that we managed to accidentally kill our own beloved Queen yesterday. Yes, I'm sorry to say, Queen Chaotix the second is no more. I decree today to be a day of national mourning. You are all to return home, and I shall see you upon the morrow."

There were few tears, but everyone returned home.

It is now Night 3. Night will end in 23 hours, 34 minutes. (Midnight, Tuesday 20th April GMT +10)

(Yes the day phase is skipped)

[pevergreen]

That'll teach me to skip over the post-script. :laugh4:

And I try to make it easy for everyone, by bolding what phase it is.

I've been doing it for at least a year now. :laugh4:

Anyway serious mode:

As the townspeople returned to their homes most walked in groups, discussing their favourite way to eat crumpets in the morning, but one drifted down to the morgue.

The person found a body and performed basic CPR. If anyone else had of been in the room, they would have been thoroughly confused as to why the person was giving CPR to a dead person. After a few minutes, he stopped and sat in a chair, looking quite pleased with himself. He was not at all amazed when Winston Hughes gasped in fresh air, through pale blue lips. Winston was dressed and taken home, and they spent a lovely day together, rejoicing in the miracle of life.

Alive: 32/39
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Lord Winter
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
Sigurd
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 5/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter

Missing: 1/39
Reenk Roink


Why is this in another post and not in the earlier one? Because while sending out result PM's, I discovered I missed this action.

So here it is. I'VE DONE IT BEFORE, DON'T HATE ME.

22 hours, 58 minutes.

[pevergreen]

Seamus Fermanagh went out to the local pub. The funeral was depressing, but the lawlessness outside was getting out of hand. He ordered scotch and told the bartender to keep it coming. He lost himself in the football game on the telly, and the hours passed. Later that evening he stumbled out of the pub, drunk as a skunk dipped in scotch, and staggered out to the curb to hail a taxi. Two men wearing dark suits and fedoras came up to Seamus, and without saying a word they drew their weapons and shot Seamus in the back at point-blank range. Thanks to the scotch, Seamus didn't feel much pain, he simply drifted off to a cold sleep. He awoke the next morning, eyes blurry to a man putting down something. The man smiled and said, "Lucky I got to you in time, otherwise you would have been a goner!" He left before Seamus could identify who it was.

The two men were on the beach again, this time playing some beach cricket. A passerby thought it strange that only two people would play beach cricket, so he walked over and joined in. By the end of the night, they were all roaring drunk, and best friends.

A man walked into church and began talking with his priest. They had a nice chat and the priest knew that this person wasn't going anywhere.

TinCow was at home. He was relaxing after cleaning his house, having nothing else to do during the day. The door was kicked in, and there, in a stereotypical black and white striped shirt was a man with a fine moustache. He fingered the end of it, and put his sack on the ground.
"Wee wee TinCow madam, you have the pleasure of coming with me!"

With that, he grabbed TinCow and threw him in his sack, before running away in the most silly fashion imaginable.

Two men were walking along, discussing bagpipes when they spied Sigurd. They looked at each other and nodded. Following Sigurd back to his home on a hillside, they burst in and right there and then skinned Sigurd, and made the best darn bagpipe anyone had ever seen. On the way out, they spied two sacks, undid the tops and walked back home with the newly freed TinCow and Reenk Roink.

Askthepizzaguy shut his door. He was very tired. He planned to just go to sleep. Going into his bedroom, and hanging up his hat, he turned around to look at his bed. His eyes opened wide in terror.
There on the bed was the most horrifying thing he had ever seen. A little kitten. It was named Wee Sean and it meowed softly and to anyone else it would have been the most lovely thing in the entire world. But not to Askthepizzaguy, who promptly died of fright.


The crowd gathered again in the morning, and much weeping was done by pevergreen when he discovered Reenk Roink was back amongst the living.

The people settled back into the usual pattern of things.

Alive: 31/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Lord Winter
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 7/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy


it is now Day 4. Day will end in 23 hours, 40 minutes.

Results going out now.

[pevergreen]

The town should have been eager in its discussion, having missed out on the option of some lynch mob justice the day beforehand. But there was little conversation. Many didn't see the need for more, as 31 people were still alive and free.

After a light afternoon tea, White_eyes:D and Captain Blackadder had been put forward as the two best options. pevergreen sighed. He hated ties.

"Same thing, its always with the ties! Both of you are free to go, but my patience for ties has run out. However, since it would be a waste to have such a wonderful day and not kill anyone...Lord Winter, you're up."

pevergreen took LW into a shed and many screams of agony were heard before the town uneasily went home.

Tally

3 - Captain Blackadder, White_eyes:D
2 - GeneralHankerchief, Thermal Mercury, Yarapolk
1 - AVSM, atheotes, Beefy187, Csargo

Alive: 30/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Methos
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 7/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Askthepizzaguy

Wrath of God: 1/39
Lord Winter

It is now Night 4. Night will end in 23 hours, 52 minutes. (Midnight Thursday 22nd April 2010 GMT +10)

Close to WoG territory:
slashandburn (no votes)

Approaching WoG territory:
Yarapolk
Joooray
Centurion1 (all 1 vote)

Rest of you are fine for now.

Remember, I'm aiming for 3/4 phases you've voted in, so if slash doesnt show up in Day 5, he is WoG'd.

[pevergreen]

Two men were sitting on the stone wall parting beach from road. They took swigs from their beers and discussed the telly.

"Flashbeer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ5vaUVXRto)" said one.
"No way mate, you're dead set wrong. Its gotta be the Big Ad (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv5U0W8FDDk)."
"Well, for Carlton, thats the main two."
"Don't forget the canooes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-zIeJ01oJU)!"
"Theres more just Carlton mate, what about the drop bears (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULEQpUY_crc)?"
"Actually Bundy have made the best commercial if you think about it. This one (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULEQpUY_crc)."
"Yeah, you're right. Time to make a new friend?"
"Yup, I'm liking the look of that bloke over there."

They, as they had every night so far, made a new friend.


Methos knew that they were watching him. The security cameras in his office building weren't for keeping the building secure, they were for following his every move. At this moment, the government men would be in his home: collecting skin samples, hair fibers, and lifting his fingerprints off the pennies in his penny jar. It was only a matter of time before they would take him away and perform experiments on him. Then they would shoot him in the temple and leave him in the mountains to be eaten by wolves. Soon after that, he would be replaced by a clone, an obedient one to serve their wishes. Well he wasn't going to let that happen, so when he got a red envelope in the mail without a return address, he knew it must have been filled with knockout gas. He ran to the nearest window and threw himself out. He landed on the street below and died instantly. Two architects were standing nearby when it happened, and they were shocked to see Methos lying dead on the ground. One of them turned to the other and asked if he remembered to invite Methos to the upcoming charity ball, but the second one nodded and said that he had just mailed the invitation this morning in a red envelope.

Two men were at a bar.
"Oi bru, what are the haps my friend?"
"Not much, how abouts we make a new friend?"
"I like that idea."

They spied a person and by the end of the night, the three were best friends.

A man entered the morgue. He passed over many bodies, locating the one he was looking for. Taking out a syringe, he plunged it into the body and left. Before Askthepizzaguy returned to the land of the living, the person had gone.

Renata closed her door, sighing. The sound of the door knocking caused her to go back and open it. A man was standing there. He grinned and blew hard on his bagpipes, temporarily incapacitating Renata. He smiled even harder and yelled "Get her!"
When nothing happened, he looked around and cursed the name of everyone he could think of. He left muttering about someone not showing up again.

Alive: 30/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Renata
Seamus
Secura
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 7/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos

Wrath of God: 1/39
Lord Winter

It is now Day 5. Night will end in 23 hours, 7 minutes. (Midnight Friday 23nd April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Renata stood up. She had been sitting down for a number of hours and she was starting to get sore. Deciding to take a quick walk, she exited out of the town and spotted her favourite landmark. The lighthouse on the hill. It was such a romantic place, she had always wanted to go there with her boyfriend...when she got one. She made the walk and decided to go up to the top, to see the amazing view. As she crested the tower, she sighed. This view was fit for a postcard. The waves lapped at the beach, which was actually sandy. The town was in a flat part amongst hills, the idealistic little community. She walked around the top of the lighthouse, drinking it in. After a while, she decided to head back to town. As she made her way to the stairs downward, she saw him. The man from her dreams, Mr. Right. She may have actually swooned then, as the next thing she knew, she was sitting against the wall, him standing over her, looking every bit a god. He stroked her face and she started to cry in joy. She embraced him, everything feeling perfect. He whispered in her ear,

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

She looked at him confused. Then hey eyes glazed over, she got up and with a leap jumped off the lighthouse. As she fell, her thoughts where of her love. She would wait for him, in death's halls. Forever.

Her love watched as her falling body ignited and burnt away into nothingness. Renata was never seen again.


Alive: 29/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Seamus
Secura
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Thermal Mercury
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 1/39
autolycus

Killed: 8/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata

Wrath of God: 1/39
Lord Winter

Day 5 continues

[pevergreen]

pevergreen was both pleased and displeased.

"Finally, a clear choice. Thermal Mercury, you are to be escorted to prison and remain there until this crisis is over. Also, you'll have to be dressed in this lovely new prison uniform."

Thermal looked at it and sighed.

"Yellow. Why'd it have to be yellow? I hate yellow. They always make us yellow!"

With that, and a shake of his head, Thermal Mercury was sent to prison.

pevergreen was not done, however.

"slashandburn"
S&B stepped forward.
"You have not made a single vote over the last 5 days. This is unacceptable, and I'm sorry, but I must have you killed. I hope you understand."

"Before I do this, however, I have some others to warn. The following people are not participating enough. I do not require much, a single vote in three out of four days.
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Joooray
Secura
Subotan
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yarapolk."

"You all have lodged only one or two votes in 4 valid phases. Please contribute more. Or you may face my displeasure."

"For slashandburn? I condemn him to a life of dusting my house. I just can't get around to it often enough, you know?"

Tally

11 - Thermal Mercury
3 - Zack
2 - YLC
1 - Diamondeye, Joooray, Warman, Yarapolk


Alive: 27/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
Diamondeye
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Seamus
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
TinCow
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
YLC
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 2/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury

Killed: 8/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata

Wrath of God: 2/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn

It is now Night 5. Night will end in 23 hours, 44 minutes. (Midnight Saturday 23nd April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Two things before the night writeup happens. I missed an action last night (Night 4). I am terribly sorry to all those involved, so this is taking place before the current actions.


TinCow was sitting in his favourite chair, drinking his favourite wine. After a long hard day of discussion, it was nice to relax.

He sighed contently but fell out of his chair when he heard a voice.

"And how do you feel about that?"

No...no...it couldn't be...he made sure they couldn't get in! Please, he begged, let it be anything but a shrink!

A man walked into the living room holding a notepad and looking around. "TinCow my friend, how does this all make you feel?"

TinCow couldn't take it anymore, he took out his hidden revovler and shot himself.

Alright, that concludes what I missed. Due to my mistake, I'm making this public: TinCow was targeted in a kill tonight that would have gone through, so either way TC would be dead. Due to my mistake, the submitted night action can't take place, so I am awarding a make up action to take place tomorrow night.


On to the Night 5 writeup:

A man was standing on the beach, simply looking out at the sea. He waited all night, but no one approached him, as everyone that went past avoided a lone man drinking on the beach.


YLC was restless... it was another night with no sleep. He simply gave up and decided to go do some chores. At least the house would be clean, and maybe he would get tired, he thought to himself. But after scrubbing all his walls with ammonia, he needed to step out for some fresh air. But he wasn't getting tired, he was getting hungry. So he grabbed his propane grill and decided to throw some steaks and shrimp over the clean-burning flame. Standing outside in just his boxer briefs, he was too focused on the glow of the fire to hear the footsteps of the two men in dark suits and fedoras walking up the drive behind him. Just as the steaks and the shrimp were ready, the men in suits opened fire, pumping YLC's body full of hot lead. YLC gripped the edge of the grill and with the last of his strength, he shoved one of the steaks in his mouth, and savored the sweet flavor in his final moments. One of the two men fired at the propane tank, and the explosion killed YLC instantly and burned his body to a crisp. They nodded to each other, and without saying a word, they left the scene in opposite directions.

Diamondeye was curious as a child, the two psychologists noted. He would always be climbing trees and turning over rocks, and trying new foods. He was also quite vulnerable to suggestion, to a fault it seemed. So they brought him into their office and they placed several objects in front of him, with instructions. The first was a bran muffin, with a note that said "taste me", and so Diamondeye picked it up and took a nibble. The next was a plush pokemon toy, with a note that said "squeeze me" and Diamondeye picked it up and squeezed it. The two psychologists took careful notes. The next was a slice of swiss cheese, which said "smell me" and Diamondeye picked it up and he sniffed it. The two psychologists just observed quietly. Next, there was an assortment of razorblades on the table, with a note that said "eat me". Without any hesitation, Diamondeye grabbed the razors and stuffed them down his throat. He didn't get to the next item on the table, which was a pile of jelly beans, and a note that said "shave with me". It was too late before the psychologists realized they had switched the signs by mistake.

A man was in the middle of the dance floor, talking and busting some moves. The person he was talking to became his friend over the course of the night and they left the venue with a handshake and these parting words,
"Oi, I'll see you round bru!"



Centurion1 has been WoG'd due to breaking of game rules. (Revealing in private)

Alive: 23/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Seamus
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
Zack
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 2/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury

Killed: 10/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
Diamondeye
YLC

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Day 6. Day will end in 35 hours, 49 minutes. (Midnight Monday 26th April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Zack had been chosen to be the next to be "thrown" into "prison". With the conflict nearing a week in length, prison was actually looking rather nice to a few of the townspeople. Zack, certainly had no desire to waste a single minute outside.

"Hahah! Safety! Oh well folks, I'll see what remains of you out on the other side!"

Tally
3 - Zack
2 - Yarapolk, Crazed Rabbit, Warman
1 - AVSM, Captain Blackadder, Niklas, Secura

If the following people don't vote next day phase, they will be WoG'd

Greyblades
Subotan
Yarapolk

Alive: 22/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Seamus
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Yaseikhaan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Askthepizzaguy

Lynched: 3/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack

Killed: 10/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
Diamondeye
YLC

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Night 6. Night will end in 23 hours, 39 minutes. (Midnight Monday 26th April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Yaseikhaan was out walking his poodle, enjoying the fresh air while she did her business on the lawn of some big shot. "That's right Peanut, show mister money-bags what we think of him. Good girl." He heard the sound of three sets of footsteps behind him. "Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the men in dark suits and fedoras. "That's private property. Are you gonna pick that up?" Yaseikhaan nodded and brought out a plastic baggie. "Oh no mister, no plastic bags. Pick it up with your hands." So yaseikhaan picked up the mess with his bare hands. "Well are you going to carry it around or are you gonna get rid of it?" Yaseikhaan looked at them in confusion, and saw that they were all pointing guns at him. His eyes widened when they told him to get rid of it. He gulped and got rid of it, just as they had instructed. It was not pleasant. "I hope it tasted good" one man said in a gruff voice. "Hope you enjoy your dessert" said the man, as they shot Yaseikhaan full of hot lead.

One of the men had a headache, and complained about it. "Aren't you going to see a shrink about that?" asked the man with the gruff voice. "He's the one who gave me the headache" said his partner. "He keeps bringing a monkey to the office and it won't stop playing the cymbals." His partner looked at him oddly, and just shook his head.

Seamus had just finished his last cup of tea for the day. A man burst in with a rather incomplete set of bagpipes. "Seamus my friend, I need you for my bagpipes! A femur or two for the blowing part...mmm"

Shortly after that, Askthepizzaguy was about to get into bed. He was very tired, he had been busy for quite a while now, not to mention the whole exhausting 'being brought back from the dead' thing. He was rather annoyed when a man burst into his bedroom, holding a pair of bagpipes with fresh additions.
"ATPG, your face shall provide a lovely expandable bag! Mwhahahaha!"

Alive: 19/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Warman
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 3/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack

Killed: 13/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
Diamondeye
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Day 7. Day will end in 23 hours, 42 minutes. (Midnight Wednesday 28th April 2010 GMT +10)[/QUOTE]

[pevergreen]

It had now been a week. Everyone was tiring, the days seemed to go on for longer.

Warman and Yaropolk had been chosen as the most likely to harm the town, but the vote was tied.

pevergreen sighed, "I told you. Thats it, lock them both up. And I swear, no more ties, or you'll be really unhappy."

As Warman and Yaropolk were sent away, Diamondeye walked into the town centre.

"Hi guys, I'm back."

Oddly, no one questioned it.

The following people will be WoG'd if they do not vote next day phase.

Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Secura
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Zack

Alive: 18/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Diamondeye

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 11/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Night 7. Night will end in 23 hours, 46 minutes. (Midnight Wednesday 28th April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

The population was dwindling in the clubs these days, but one guy was still a hit. He was surrounded by a group of people, but was only interested in one.

"Your chanting may be sacred, but would you like a chip bru? What about a drink, I'm parched as bru! Parched az!"

The two of them left in the early morning, best friends.

Alive: 18/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink
Diamondeye

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 11/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1

It is now Day 8. Night will end in 23 hours, 56 minutes. (Midnight Friday 30th April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Diamondeye stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get antsy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he skipped out of town and spotted the site of Renata's jump. The lighthouse on the hill. Why did Renata do it? He had pondered this for a long time. Everything had seemed to be going fine. It was a pleasant walk, but the climb to the top was a bit strenuous.

As he looked out at the picture perfect landscape, he felt someone behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He embraced her and it felt so right. He was content to just stand like this forever, but it could not be.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at her confused. Why was he saying this? What was happening?Then his eyes glazed over, he got up and with a leap, jumped off the lighthouse. As he fell, his thoughts never drifted from that one moment of pure happiness. He would wait for her, in death's halls. Forever.

The woman watched as his falling body dissolved part by part, burning away as though acid was consuming it. Diamondeye was never seen again.

Alive: 19/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Niklas
Psychonaut
Secura
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 5/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk

Killed: 12/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye

Wrath of God: 3/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1


Day 8 Continues

[pevergreen]

Niklas had been chosen as the next person to be sent to prison. He had no real problem with that, as long as someone made sure to feed his beagles. He cheerfully was escorted to prison, while Secura had decided that she had to leave town forever.

Alive: 15/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
White_eyes:D
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 14/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura

Keeping in line with the first Inishmore, here is a handy hint to all playing.

Out of the original 23 role PM's sent out, 7 remain. If I remember, another helpful hint like that at the end of the next day phase. :beam:

It is now Night 8. Night will end in 23 hours, 50 minutes. (Midnight Saturday 30th April 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

White Eyes sat on the beach, all alone. There was no one around to juggle knives with... and no more monkey. Who killed his monkey? His precious, precious monkey? He swore he would get revenge on whoever killed his monkey. But before he could hatch a plan to get revenge, a car crashed through the wooden fence seperating the beach from the shore, and drove down onto the sand, nearly running down poor White Eyes. He jumped out of the way just in time. The doors opened, and two men in dark suits and fedoras stepped out of the vehicle. They opened fire on White Eyes. But White Eyes was secretly a ninja, and he leaped through the air and did many flips, and landed between the two men in dark suits, and kicked their guns away. "Now is the time for your cruel undoing! I will desecrate your face with the heel of my foot!" shouted White Eyes.

However, the two men in dark suits and fedoras were no ordinary criminals. They were trained in the deadly arts, and were able to dodge the blows of White Eyes and deliver swift retaliation. Although White Eyes was a master ninja, he was soon overwhelmed by their fists of doom. One of the two men dropped to the ground and delivered a kick to the ankle of White Eyes, which stung really badly. The other one jumped vertical into the air and flipped several times before landing right in front of White Eyes and poked him in both eyes with his fingers.

"Ow, that hurts my body! But you are not only fighting my body, you are fighting my mind!" said White Eyes, who made a feint to the left, and then stopped, spun around like a ballerina, and then went left anyway. These tactics dazzled the eyeballs of his opponents, who were stunned and afraid because of his mastery of mental manipulations.

White Eyes took advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration and ran in a semicircle around the men, to the back. But the fedora men were smarter than that, and turned around. Aha but this was all part of White Eyes magnificent plan, so he kept running all the way around to the front, just in time to not be seen. So the fedora men kept turning, looking for him, and White Eyes continued running in a circle around them, faster and faster, until his legs began to blur and kick up sand and dust. Now the fedora men were dizzy and choking on sand, and they were unprepared for White Eyes most devastating attack: the cold stare of death. So he stopped and waited for the dust to settle, and the two men staggered and stumbled toward White Eyes.

But then he just looked at them like this: :stare:

It was overpowering! The two men fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness, they couldn't take it anymore. But White Eyes would not relent, he just stared at them some more... his eyes widening to an unimaginable, almost cartoonish size. The sight of this made one of the men declare that there was no God, and made the other one cry for his momma. White Eyes grinned :beam: and laughed at this, like so: :laugh4: But then, some of the dust blew into his nose and made him sneeze, and try as he might, he could not resist the urge to close his eyes... breaking the powerful hold. In that brief instant, his advantage disappeared. The two men grabbed him and turned him upside down, and stuffed him headfirst into a bucket filled with discarded cigarettes, which was too small and got stuck halfway, covering his eyes. White Eyes did a backflip and tried to fight on, but he couldn't see or deliver the mighty stare. So the two men ran and grabbed their guns, and returned. White Eyes was swinging wildly, and hitting nothing but air. He heard the sound of pistols clicking and once again used his powerful mind to escape.

"I should warn you, I have a tiny bulletproof shield the exact size of a bullet somewhere on my body, and if you hit it, I'll be unharmed, and your plan will be foiled. You'll be the laughing stock of me!"

The logic of this confounded the two men, who realized the error of their ways and put the obviously worthless guns down on the ground and surrendered. White Eyes was far too clever for that, and jumped 15 feet into the air and stomped on their heads like Super Mario, crushing their skulls instantly. All of a sudden, tons of hot supermodels came out from behind the fence with champagne and caviar and the entire Ugly Betty Season 2 DVD collection. They also had those flowers on a string that makes a necklace, and put that on White Eyes, who was like "yay". The very next year he was elected Prime Minister, and he governed for at least 100 years, until he built a rocketship and explored the galaxy. That's when White Eyes woke up, and saw two men in dark suits and fedoras standing next to his bed.

"Oh :daisy:" said White Eyes, just before they smashed his skull in like a pumpkin.

Alive: 14/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Crazed Rabbit
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 15/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura

Keeping in line with the first Inishmore, here is a handy hint to all playing.

Out of the original 23 role PM's sent out, 7 remain. If I remember, another helpful hint like that at the end of the next day phase. :beam:

It is now Day 9. Day will end in 23 hours, 44 minutes. (Midnight Sunday 2 May 2010 GMT +10)

[pevergreen]

Crazed Rabbit stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get crazy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he skipped out of town and spotted the lighthouse. So far two people had gone towards it and never returned. He had to check this out. Taking his camera, he set off, ready to take a photo of anything unusual. He reached the top without incident.

As he looked out at the picture perfect landscape, he snapped off a few photos, figuring he might as well. He felt someone behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He embraced her and it felt so right. He was content to just stand like this forever, but it could not be.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at her confused. Why was he saying this? What was happening?Then his eyes glazed over, he got up and with a leap, jumped off the lighthouse. As he fell, his thoughts never drifted from that one moment of pure happiness. He would wait for her, in death's halls. Forever.

The woman watched as his falling body was struck by a massive lightning bolt and blown into thousands of pieces. Crazed Rabbit was never seen again.

Alive: 13/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Greyblades
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 6/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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Day 9 continues.

[pevergreen]

The sun set and Greyblades was not happy. For no reason, the entire town had turned against him. He stormed off without waiting for the verdict to be handed down, and joined the others in prison.

Tally
6 - Greyblades

Alive: 12/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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It is now Night 9. Night will end in 22 hours, 58 minutes. (Midnight Monday 3 May 2010 +10 GMT)

[pevergreen]

Reenk Roink sat in his posh 5 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Reenk knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, a man in a white suit, tie, fedora and blue shirt entered. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Reenk's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

Reenk started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave Reenk a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the criminal in his mansion. Reenk had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a tommy gun and began shooting up the windows, and even took out the plasma TV. Reenk, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man dumping gasoline all over his priceless shag carpet. He flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the instrument right along with the music. He began moonwalking toward Reenk and his servant girl, and grabbed her by the hand and danced away.

At this point, Reenk got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk even better than his criminal counterpart. Even more importantly, Reenk was wearing gold pants, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. Reenk began singing the lyrics better than the criminal, better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage Reenk, so he became his backup dancers, and the servant girls joined in. The mansion was burning.... the strobe lights were flashing through the smoke, and the disco ball kept spinning. It was the single most awesome thing anyone had ever seen, and it was all captured on camera. The music video would later go on to be the most viewed viral video on the internet.

Reenk sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were able to scale Reenk's 10 foot tall iron fence and avoid the dozens of guard dogs and multiple redundant alarm systems, began pouring inside Casa de Reenk, making it both the most popular nightclub in all of Michigan, but also the hottest; literally. The flames of his burning mansion shot 30 feet into the air, and everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for Reenk who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, everyone began to shower Reenk with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him. So just as the song ended, the gentleman noted he was alone and ran away.

Reenk dedicated his performance to his two favourite things in the world, then retired to his massive bed with all his pretty ladies.


The other nightclub in town was deserted, apart from two people. They decided to spend the night talking, and made a fast friendship.



Alive: 12/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Winston Hughes
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 16/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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It is now Day 10. Day will end in 23 hours, 40 minutes. (Midnight Tuesday 4 May 2010 +10 GMT)

[pevergreen]

Winston Hughes stood up. He had been sitting down for a number of hours and was starting to get crazy. Deciding to take a quick walk, he hopped out of town and spotted the lighthouse. So far three people had gone towards it and never returned. He had to check this out. He thought he saw something at the top, and decided that he might be able to prevent someone from dieing. He hopped faster and faster, switching legs when the pain got too bad. Along the way, he stopped to pick some lovely wild flowers. There were some green ones, some orange ones and even white ones. Winston felt a million years younger as he hopped along. The stress of the last 10 days was just wafting away. He hopped up the stairs.

As he looked out at the sandy beach and rolling waves, he snapped off a few petals, reciting some long forgotten rhyme. He felt something behind him. He turned and saw the most beautiful flower in the world. It was her...from his dreams. He started to cry as the massive daisy picked up him and hugged him. All his life he had wanted a big flower friend.

"Even in death you serve, my love. You are so noble to sacrifice yourself so that others may live. A modern day saviour."

He looked at ot, confused. The flower raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you not know who I am? You must not know who I am. I'm the juggerdaisy, :daisy:" And with that, the flower picked Winston up and throw him in the air. Millions of razor sharp leaves cut Winston up into a thousand pieces, but he felt no pain. He would wait for the flower forever, in the great garden in the sky.

Alive: 11/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Subotan
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 7/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades

Killed: 17/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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Day 10 continues.

[pevergreen]

SuBOTan had somehow been chosen as the next person to be imprisoned. He was rather unhappy, babbling on about such things as hot potato voting from beefy and how most of the town didn't think for themselves. He said some things that don't bear repeating, comparing the remaining population to sheep and welshmen.

pevergreen chuckled when SuBoTaN had been taken away.

"Ahh, SUBotan, you're a funny man. But, as I was reminded, I've found out something useful through my own snooping. For our innocent townspeople to emerge triumphant, there are still 5 people left we need to eliminate...with only 10 left, this is not good. Lets hope they get each other in the crossfire!"


Tally

5 - Subotan
3 - AVSM
2 - GeneralHankerchief

Alive: 10/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Joooray
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 8/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan

Killed: 17/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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It is now Night 10. Night will end in 23 hours, 47 minutes. (Midnight Wednesday 5 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])

[pevergreen]

Joooray was walking home, writing down things in his notebook. As he rounded the last corner, he noticed three figures emerge from the darkness. He knew this was coming. He decided to try to rush home. They started to move towards him, but not walking. They were all hopping. Joooray's face was the textbook display of confusion, as the three men were wearing rabbit suits. Jooray broke into a run, but they hopped fast and faster. When the rabbit men caught up to him, they carried him off and proceeded to make multiple hilarious youtube videos as Bugs Bunny and making Joooray as Fudd. After they were done, they buried him in their rabbit hole and in the process, killed joooray.

Alive: 9/39
A Very Super Market
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
GeneralHankercheif
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 8/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray

Wrath of God: 4/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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It is now Day 11. Day will end in 23 hours, 52 minutes. (Midnight Thursday 6 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])[/QUOTE]

[pevergreen]

Day 11. This ordeal was lasting for longer than any of them thought it would. It was explainable how participation had dropped so low.

pevergreen sighed. "At the start of this, I asked you all to join and vote in 3/4 of the sessions we held here. This is the tenth, if I was a hard man, I would get rid of anyone who hadn't voted in 7 of the sessions, but, I'll lower it to 6. Captain Blackadder and Csargo, no more chances. Unfortunately for A Very Super Market... You'll be joining GH, who was voted as the most likely remaining menace to our town."

Generalhankerchief was dragged to his feet.

pevergreen looked at him in disgust, "Get your face out of that bag for one blooming minute, you slob. Have you got any idea of the severity of this situation?"

GH just blinked and rubbed his red eyes.

"Situation? Shuh? Where?"

AVSM was given to Beefy as his death sentance, Beefy was instructed to practise his song, his very sacred one.


Alive: 7/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
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A Very Super Market


It is now Night 11. Night will end in 23 hours, 34minutes. (Midnight Friday 7 May, 2010 AEST [GMT +10])

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
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The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut...and oddly, Reenk.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved. Their jaws undropped though, as they all joined atheotes on his feet, gazing at the lighthouse. As one, they exited out of the town and headed towards the lighthouse.

Then, just Reenk Roink and pevergreen remained. Reenk smiled at pever.

"Come on Mr. Green, lets take a walk."

pevergreen gulped nervously and joined Reenk as they walked to the prison. Reenk pulled out a lighter and a cigar and offered one to pevergreen. He shook his head, Reenk shrugged and lit his up.

"Its been a long time coming, you know? Those on the way to the house will unfortunately end up inside a fissure, a nice hole in the ground for them. But those in prison? Oh they're gunna burn."

With that, Reenk tossed the lighter into a pool against the wall. pevergreen started to laugh, but then noticed that it wasn't water, but oil. And those piles of objects around the prison? Not bricks, but sticks of dynamite and containers of napalm.

Reenk grabbed pever and they ran. When they heard the explosion, they ran faster.

The dust settled and they panted and looked at each other.

Reenk grinned, "Seems I'm the only one left. Care to come back to my place, I play a mean game of Perfect Dark. I got the original cartidge and everything set up."

pevergreen's jaw dropped. He wanted nothing more in the world.


Game over.

Arsonist victory



Alive: 1/39
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 23/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
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A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Csargo, however quickly clamped his jaw shut, took off his fedora and used the hidden pistol to shoot Reenk. split started busting some Michael Jackson danced moves as atheotes left. He took off his hat, and with a shout of, "KUNG LAO" threw the hat straight at Beefy, slicing his head off. Pyschonaut tried to run, but Csargo had an intchy trigger finger.

The two of them and pevergreen, the only ones left. They looked at him and smiled.

"Looks like this town is done for. Unlucky for our fallen companions, Askthepizzaguy, TinCow and A Very Super Market, they didn't make it. But we must be off, other towns to terrorise and such. Cheerio."

pevergreen gaped in disbelief.

Game over.

Mafia victory



Alive: 2/39
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and started singing out loud. He waved towards Pyschonaut and Pyscho threw off his clever visage and pulled an object from his bag. He threw it at Csargo, split and atheotes. They all looked, Reenk as well and saw... Wee Sean. Sitting there, he licked his paws, the pure sight of the "Aww" moment. Beefy used the distraction to grab a megaphone and continue singing. The noise was so dreadful, it actually forced them to kill themselves.

Pyschonaut and Beefy stood grinning at each other. They'd won, and now they could live in happiness with their cat.


Game over.

Crazy singing man and his cat victory.



Alive: 2/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 22/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Reenk Roink
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people. :wink:

:bow:


Interesting tidbit: Wee Sean did not roleblock the person that had possesion of him.

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved.

Beefy jumped to his feet and smacked atheotes, while split and Csargo flanked Reenk and Pyschonaut respectively. With a jerk of his head, atheotes regained motor control. He laughed and looked at Pyschonaut.

"You'll be joining me now, won't you."

Pyschonaut just nodded. As atheotes and his new friends went to the prison to gather those convicted, he glanced at his team. It wasn't nearly as many as he had hoped, but he did alright. Two mafia members, and two townies.

From a hill overlooking the town, Reenk Roink just shook his head.


A few months later:

atheotes stepped off the ship and kissed the ground. He was finally home. As his friends stepped out, the police cuffed them all. atheotes smiled and directed them towards his truck. Those fences won't build themselves.


Game over.

Kiwi victory.




Alive: 5/39
Beefy187
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Csargo
atheotes

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 19/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market

Escaped to see another day: 1/39
Reenk Roink


Thats it. The real ending.

Congratulations to atheotes, for his victory, and to his newly found workers with no wage; split, Csargo, Beefy and Pyschonaut.



Mafia members:
A Very Super Market
Askthepizzaguy
Csargo
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
TinCow

Australian Cult Members:
Methos
YLC
atheotes

Scottish killers:
Thermal Mercury
Warman

Doctors:
Dr. Yaseikhaan
Lord Winter the intern
Renata the Emergency Room specialist.
Joooray the Pyschiatrist

French Kidnapper:
Sigurd

Arsonist:
Reenk Roink

Original carer of Wee Sean:
Sasaki Kojiro

Town Drunk:
GeneralHankerchief

Priest:
Centurion1

Queen:
Chaotix

Special Townie:
Diamondeye

Detective:
Scienter