The Fight for Inishmore! (summary thread)

The town of Inishmore, just off the west coast of Ireland is a peaceful town. There is only the ferry in and out of the island it is on. For many years the peace loving Irish that reside there knew only happiness. Until the English. It is 1903, many Irish patriots are sick of the United Kingdom. They wish for a free Ireland, an Irish Republic. These "patriots" begin attacks on anything british. Many suspect they just enjoy the killing and destruction. The IRA (Irish Republic Army) is but a small group, but a feared one. The town of Inishmore was reported to be its headquarters, so the English have sent some "peace keepers" onto the Island, sealing it. The government brands the IRA as terrorists and begins to hunt them down.

The stage is set.

The IRA wish for a free Ireland by elimination of the British troops.

The English seek to destroy the IRA.

The residents of Inishmore just wish to be rid of the both of them and go back to living in peace.

This is how it happened...

So thats the story for this large game, The fight for Inishmore.

The residents of Inishmore are the town, the IRA and English are two mafia families, to put it into vanilla terms.

However, due to the inspiration this game comes from, as well as the epic games of Silver Rusher and Seamus, this game also uses the Godfather mechanic. If the "Godfather" is lynched or killed that "mafia family" will cease to exist, the remaining players, if any, attempt to flee the island and drown.

As always, there may be a twist, and numbers of "mafia" will depend on overall sign ups. To balance two mafia families, there will be pro town roles.

This game will start a few days (at least 3) after Reenk Roinks game.

Sign Ups: (32/28 minimum)
Andres
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Jolt
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
A Very Super Market (Welcome to mafia :evilgrin:)
Polemists (As above :evilgrin:)
greatermakaiwhateverheisnow serierkhaan
sevensevensevenaresevensevenseven
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
YLC
gaelic cowboy

A boy rides his red bike down a country road. It is a gentle decline, perfect for gaining speed at a comfortable rate. Shouts of joy are heard as this boy races along. Then, silence.

"Ah :daisy: What the hell is this then?"

The young boy scoops something off the ground...a dead cat. Looking quickly around, he sees a house right next to him, so he dashes inside.

"Hello? This cat, I think its :daisy: dead!"

"What the :daisy: Davey! What did you do! You ran him over! Oh this is just :daisy: brilliant!"

"I did not Donney! It was there, in the middle of the :daisy: road!"

"You did so, you lying :daisy:! Look, I can see the track marks on the body! See? Theres a line of black on the whit..." Donney goes silent, staring at the cat.

"It was like that when I found him Donney. Donney? What you :daisy: looking at then?"

"This cat...its Wee Thomas."

"Its :daisy: dead, thats what it is."

"No you don't understand Davey. Its Wee Thomas. This sorry excuse for a cat has been my sons only friend for the last 15 years."

"Just get him a new one!"

"No you don't :daisy: understand. Its my son. Its...Padraic."

Davey's jaw drops.

"Wha...bu....sha....:daisy::daisy: :daisy::daisy::daisy: :daisy::daisy::daisy:"

"And what you said, thats just putting it lightly Davey. You better call him. Tell him that his cat is poorly, that way we can break the news to him gently, and we might live."

"Call him? :daisy: off, I'm not doing that!"

"You'll do it or I'll do it and say you killed Wee Thomas."

Davey whimpers.

"ok, I'll call him."

To be continued...

It is a dark room. A single light is focused directly downward on the body of Publius Aelius Hadrianus who is tied to a chair. Around the chair walks Padraic.

"So matey...you lead a good life do you? You think you can take away my profits by selling drugs to kiddies?"

"No Padraic, I was just giving them candy and hoping to sleep with them! I promise!"

"Thats :daisy:. You were selling drugs and not giving me the profits. How can I run my splinter group off the IRA when I don't have an income"

As Padraic says this, he squats down and picks up some pliers.

"I think I may have to convince you, friend."

Padraic, with precision, pulls out the toenail from Publius' big toe on his left foot. Publius screams in agony.

"It just isnt nice friend. How am I meant to terrorise the English when I can't even buy a decent bomb? I used my last one to blow up that fish and chip store that charged for the ketchup!"

Padriac pulls out another toenail, this time from his big toe on his right foot.

"See, I'm a nice bloke. Other people would take both toenails from one foot, and then the pain would all be on one side, but I spread it around, make it easier to bear."

"Oh yes, its very nice of you."

"Hmmm yes, it is. Now...which of your nipples do you like better?"

"What? My nipples?"

"Yeah, I'm going to cut one of them off. Its your choice though, I'd hate to deny a man of his favourite nipple."

"I don't know! I like them both!"

Padraic swings around and pulls a massive knife out from nowhere, pressing it against Publius' naked chest.

"You better choose boy, or I'm going to cut both of them off! CHOOSE. NOW."

Publius is freaking out, struggling with all his might to get away from the glinting knife. Just as Padraic begins to cut, the phone rings. He stops, and pulls the knife away looking into Publius' eyes.

"You got lucky. I'm going to take this call, and by then, maybe you will have chosen which one you're going to keep."

Padraic walks around talking on his phone inaudibly.

"Wait, did you say Wee Thomas was poorly? How bad is he? Has he eaten? Is his fur still shiny? Oh I'm coming home. :daisy: this Wee Thomas needs me! I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY, I'M COMING FOR WEE THOMAS."

Padraic throws the phone away, before looking back at Publius.

"It looks like our time is up friend, my cat is poorly."

Publius is very scared right now, having heard of how Padraic is about his cat, so he speaks very fast:

"Could it be heartworm? My cat had heartworm a few years ago, nearly died from it too! Just give him a tablet, that'll do, and he'll be right as rain!"

"...Heartworm hey. Lets hope it is, otherwise I'll be coming for you. As for you, lets get you untied and off to the hospital, I don't want those toes going sceptic. Have you got money for a bus?"

Publius shakes his head.

"Ah well, here, take a twenty for a cab. Make sure the doctors take good care of you. You dont have to worry too much about infections, I make sure my pliers are sterile."

Padraic walks out and begins his journey back to Inishmore. It will take him two days.



Alive:
Andres
Beefy187
Captain Blackadder
Jolt
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
A Very Super Market
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus

Lynched:

Some rules and so forth:
No revealing in private. No screenshots.
Every person with a role has a name. In any kill writeups or lynches, if a player with a name features in them, their in game name will be used. (eg, If my name is Bob and I kill Beefy, the write up would say that Bob stalked beefy and killed him.)

The town must remove all threats to it to become victorious.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Commence Day 1.

This round shall last about 28 hours, then 24 from then on.

After a long hard day in town, with much mindless chattering, but a lot less than expected, a name was put forward. Beefy187 had been chosen to be killed.

The method? Drinking.

A bulky man called Jai sat down at the bar next to Beefy and began egging him on to drink.

"Drink Beefy! Drink! Vodka is great! SKULL SKULL SKULL."

pevergreen saw what was happening and was amused. However, he couldn't leave his friend Beefy all alone.

"come on mate, lets get you into a bed."

So the great friend pevergreen took Beefy back to his house and made sure he was ok. As pevergreen walked upstairs to get a bed ready, Beefy died from alcohol poisoning.

A true story, except Beefy lived and we cooked lunch for my family.

Beefy: 6 (FactionHeir, Diana Abnoba, shlin28, white_eyes, Greyblades, Polemists)
Polemists: 5 (Psychonaut, Askthepizzaguy, YLC, 777Ares777, AVSM)
Askthepizzaguy: 3 (Sasaki, Captain Blackadder, Ituralde)
A very super market: 2 (Lord Winter, Yoyoma1910)
Taka: 2 (F.C. is the bees knees, Seamus)
Sasaki: 1 (Andres)
Captain Blackadder: 1 (GH)
Gaelic Cowboy: 1 (boudica)
El Diablo: 1 (Seireikhaan)

abstain: 5 (Taka, El Diablo, Jolt, AlexanderThePrettyGood, LittleGrizzly)

Only votes in the format Vote: name are accepted.

Please remember to keep a tally.



Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Jolt
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
A Very Super Market
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus

Lynched:
Beefy187

It is now Night 1. Please have your orders in within 24 hours.

Padraic left his house with the intention of going to the pub. After walking for two or three minutes along the lane, he was tempted, by the pleasantness of the evening, to go into the park. The weather was not often fine enough to allow for a walk in the park, and Padriac was pleased with the opportunity. The grounds of the park were tolerably extensive; and, like every other park of some degree of importance, it had its open shrubbery, and closer wood walk; a road of smooth gravel, winding round a plantation, led to the front; the lawn was dotted over with timber; the path itself was under the guardianship of the fir, the mountain-ash, and the acacia, and a thick screen of them altogether, interspersed with tall poplars, shut out the noise of the street.

As he walked, he passed and was pleasantly greeted by the village postman, and pitied him for the neglect of abilities which education might have rendered so respectable; for he saw, with tenderness of feeling, the thorough want of delicacy, of rectitude, and integrity of mind, which his attentions, his assiduities, his flatteries in passing betrayed; and he realized he could have no lasting satisfaction in the company of a person who joined insincerity with ignorance; and whose want of instruction prevented their meeting in conversation on terms of equality.

With such thoughts occupying his mind, AVSM was oblivious to Oswald walking behind him.

Having heard the shot, the postman came on the run, only to find AVSM in his death throes, gasping desperately as black blood from the gash in his midsection spilled out onto the path. Within minutes he was dead.




He liked to drink alcohol everyday. Jolt was at bar called Mcdoogals, getting drunk. There was another man who came in to the bar... This man had a perculiar walk, as if he had been shot in the leg once. The man sat at the bar and said hello. Jolt looked at him and said hello... and the man who came in said what are you having. Jolt said Whiskey, of course... My name is Brendan, what's yours? Jolt said they call me Jimmy McJolty I am a loyal Irishman and you? Brendan said I am loyal to my convictions. I fight for the rights of all good Irishmen, and you just sit back and let the english take from us. And he took a bottle and shattered it. then he shoved the sharp glass in to Jolts neck. The men fought like all irish do, but Jolt lost too much blood and died in bar. Then Brendan stood over Jolt who was dying and said Its not personal its just buisness. I think youre a good man but this town would never lynch you. Brendan left his card, and on it said Three Blind Mice.

As the town gathered to once again vote a person to be killed, they all commented on the latest gossip:
I decided to continue to the blackfort on the way I passed a couple of lads heading to Pearse Stadium in Galway they said they were going for a hurling match but the they had no hurls or sliothars. Tá an lá go deas they return blank stares the widow Nan Morris is watching from here door she laughs at the strangers Sasanach she roars and spits on the ground.

What it meant, was not known.


Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt

Lynched:
Beefy187

It is now Day 2. Voting closes in just under 24 hours.

The second day had drawn to a close. A few people still had red eyes because of the death of Padraic last night. They fervently wished that no more killing would take place tonight. But they knew it would. 6 came, how many were left?

Eventually, the voting came to a draw. 6 people had voted for taka, 6 for reenk roink.

pevergreen was left with the choice of what to do.

"In light of my good friend Beefy's death yesterday, due to you lot, I'm going to spare both of these two. They should be thankful that I'm still sad. Next time it may not be so pretty."

Voting Record:

Sasaki: 1 (khaan)
Reenk: 6(boudica, factionheir, yoyoma, greyblades, ATPG, YLC)
Seamus: 2(Andres, taka)
taka: 6(Seamus, sasaki, el Diablo, GC, reenk, WE)
Abstain: 4(ituralde, ares, lg, captain blackadder)
Ares: 1 (GH)
Khaan: 1(Shlin28)
Atpg: 1 (FC)

Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt

Lynched:
Beefy187

Night 2 begins. Please send in your orders.

Donney went to Mcdoogals and ordered a pint. He was wearing green for the holiday.Then Brendan came into the bar and said hello. Seamus looked at him with suspicion... but Brendan just smiled back. What is your name Brendan asked. Donney said they call me Seamus Fermanagh and why is it any busness of yours? Brendan said I am looking to recruit loyal irishmen, can I count on your support? And Seamus said no... I have nothing to do with terrorists. Just then Mairead shot Donney in the arm.

"Agggh, what'd you do that for, ya daughter of a whore loving drunk?"

Donney decided to leave Mcdoogals right then and there, and make sure he got patched up. Brendan just looked around sadly, and decided to leave his card anyway, but now it said Two Blind Mice.

taka was feeling pent up in the small cottage that was his home and he began to hint at the expediency of an nice walk;—"It was a lovely evening, and at that season of the year a fine evening so often turned off, that it was wisest for every body not to delay their exercise;" and such hints producing nothing, he soon proceeded to a positive recommendation to Mrs. taka, to take their walk without loss of time. Now they came to an understanding. Mrs. taka, it appeared, scarcely ever stirred out of doors, except of a Sunday; she owned she could seldom, with her large family, find time for a walk, and taka was forced to set forth on his own.

He gaily ascended the downs, rejoicing at every glimpse of blue sky; and when he caught in his face the animating gales of a high south-westerly wind, he pitied the fears which had prevented Mrs. taka from sharing such delightful sensations.

A gentleman carrying a gun, with two pointers playing round him, was passing up the hill that taka was descending, and while the eyes of taka were fixed on him with an evident wonder and a secret admiration which equally sprung from his appearance, the pointers bounded over and began sniffing at his boots. Oswald apologized for this intrusion by relating its cause, in a manner so frank and so graceful that his person, which was uncommonly handsome, received additional charms from his voice and expression. Had he been even old, ugly, and vulgar, the gratitude and kindness of taka would have been secured by any act of attention; but the influence of youth, beauty, and elegance, gave an interest to the action which came home to his feelings.

Occupied with these, and other, less mentionable thoughts, taka stooped to scratch the cat behind his ears, not noticing Oswald leisurely taking aim. The bullet hit him square in the chest, smashing his pink little heart to pieces and squashing forever the hopes and dreams contained within.

The cat just decided to go walking.


Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka

Lynched:
Beefy187

It is now Day 3.

FC is the bees knees knew his time was up. Instead of forcing everyone to think of a way to kill him, he just decided to try out some sports. After making his purchase at the pet store, he went to the top of a cliff and put a parrot on his shoulder. As he jumped off the cliff, he shot the parrot.

A bystander just shook his head and said "Bloody parrot-shooters".



FC: 5 (Andres, Sasaki, Seamus, WE, FC)
Atpgood: 1 (Lg)
Seamus: 2 (YLC, FH)
Reenk: 2 (ATPG, Greyblades)
Pyschonaut: 3 (GH, Diana, Captain Blackadder)
Sasaki: 1 (khaan)
Atpguy: 1 (Reenk)


Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees

It is now Night 3. Orders please.

CountArach walked in to Mcdoogals and ordered a pint of ale. Brendan was there and he turned to Countarach and said good day. Countarach turned to him and said arent you the guy that has been killing people in this bar? Brendan said yes I am but I have a reason. I fight for Ireland do you? Countarach said yes but not like a terrorist. He grabbed a wiskey bottle and hit Brendan in the face with it. This knocked out Brendans tooth. But Brendan took out a gun and shot him dead right there at Mcdoogals. Then he stood over Countarach and said this is a shame I need fighters like you to join the cause. Brendan left a card and it said Two Blind Mice.

Alexander the Pretty Good left the pub drunk to the gills and headed for home, quickly leaving the hustle and bustle of main street behind him. He gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found himself at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by his house, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road, with some abruptness, wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;—and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned.

He descended the hill, crossed the bridge, went through the front door, and entered the dining-parlour. It was a large, well-proportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Alexander, after slightly surveying it, went to a window to enjoy its prospect. The hill, crowned with wood, from which he had descended, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good; and he looked on the whole scene—the river, the trees scattered on its banks, and the winding of the valley, as far as he could trace it—with the pride of ownership.

Across the valley, a considerably more sober Oswald took in the same view Alexander had enjoyed earlier. He so admired the stonework of the house that he took a closer look through the scope of his rifle, and in doing so just happened to catch sight of the man standing at the window, smugly surveying his property. With a gentle squeeze of the trigger, all that was left of Alexander's head was a Pretty Good mess on the floor.

Polemists and gaelic cowboy have been wog'd. Pyschonaut has suicided. No more please.

Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees

It is now Day 4.

Ares was dismayed to hear his name chosen as the lynch. He had offended pevergreen in the past, and did not really want to know what was going to happen.

pevergreen decreed that he would kill Ares himself. He took Ares away from the others and began telling a story.
"Let me tell you about that time I took the ferry over to Shelbyville; I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. ‘Give me five bees for a quarter,’ you’d say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have any white onions, because of the war; the only thing you can get was those big yellow ones."

Ares head had exploded midway through the story.


Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777

Tally:
Ares: 6 (GH, Seamus, Greyblades, FactionHeir, White_Eyes, ATPGuy)
boudica: 5 (LittleGrizzly, Sasaki, Lord Winter, shlin28, Reenk)
Seamus: 2 (Ituralde, YLC)
Sasaki: 1 (Seireikhaan)
Askthepizzaguy: 1 (boudica)
Greyblades: 1 (El Diablo)
Seireikhaan: 1 (yoyoma1910)
YLC: 1 (Ares)

It is now Night 4, orders please.

It was a warm night and murder was at large. YLC didn't care for it as he stepped outside to take a leak. Too much Guinness - it would be the end of him. The silver of blades flickered in the darkness and YLC lay there in a pool of piss and blood.
Happy with himself Mike Fingers leaned down to tie a knot in his shoelace. Humming a tune he tucks away his knives and strolls off. Not noticing the cat - watching him - apparently intent on cleaning her fur.

Blackadder went in to the Mcdoogals bar and ordered a pint. This time the guy serving the drinks was Brendan. You knew here? Said Blackadder. Youre not the usual barkeep. Brendan said no, I had to kill him because he wont fight for ireland. Blackadder said what??? Brendan said Its too bad, he was a good lad. Now, will you fight for ireland or do I have to kill you to? Blackadder jumped over the bar and said those are fightin words. But Brendan stabbed him in the neck and the fight was over. Blackadder bled in to the hankerchief in his pocket and Brendan left a card stuck in the hole in his neck that said Two Blind Mice.

In the back room of Mcdoogals, a man said to pevergreen, "He's made me an offer I can't refuse."
pevergreen nodded with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Alive:
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Ituralde
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777

It is now Day 5.

Ituralde was chosen to be killed today. He had slept in late and woken up at weird times. No one really heard much from him. As they prepared to hang him, he grabbed the noose and said "No one catches Mike Fingers!"
In doing so, he jumped off the platform and broke his neck.


Ituralde = 8 (Andres, ATPGuy, El D, GH, Grey, Reenk, Seamus, WE)
Sasaki = 4 (Boudica, Diana, 'khaan, LG)
LittleGrizzly = 1 (Sasaki)
Boudica = 1 (FactionHeir)


Alive:
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
Ituralde

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777

Brendan walks into Mcdoogals and sees shlin28 sitting there drinking beer. Brendan says I havent seen you in the bar much. You havent been drinking much lately. shlin says I been cutting back on beer. Brendan says then youre not really irish are you. And Brendan kills him with a knife. shlin died and he heard Brendan say you should have fought for ireland. then he leaves a card which says Two Blind Mice.

While other men frittered away their lives in the pub, Greyblades spent his time in study. Although he had by nature nothing heroic about him, and preferred running about the country to books—or at least books of information—for, provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, he had never any objection to books at all. But he was in training to become a hero; he read all such works as a hero must read to supply their memories with those quotations which are so serviceable and so soothing in the vicissitudes of their eventful lives.

From Pope, he learnt to censure those who

"bear about the mockery of woe."

From Gray, that

"Many a flower is born to blush unseen,
"And waste its fragrance on the desert air."

From Thompson, that—

"It is a delightful task
"To teach the young idea how to shoot."

And from Shakespeare he gained a great store of information — amongst the rest, that—

"Trifles light as air,
"Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong,
"As proofs of Holy Writ."

And that

"The poor beetle, which we tread upon,
"In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great
"As when a giant dies."

So far his improvement was sufficient—and in many other points he came on exceedingly well; for though he could not write sonnets, he brought herself to read them; and though there seemed no chance of him throwing a whole party into raptures by a prelude on the pianoforte, of his own composition, he could listen to other people's performance with very little fatigue. His greatest deficiency was in the pencil—he had no notion of drawing—not enough even to attempt a sketch of his lover's profile, that she might be detected in the design. There he fell miserably short of the true heroic height. Oswald certainly thought so, and laughed to himself at the thought of a little Irish boy attempting to comprehend Shakespeare.

As Greyblades turned the page in his book a note fell out. Penned of course by Oswald, it nevertheless had a light, feminine slant to it and purported to be from an admirer of Greyblade's who, as a fellow admirer of Shakespeare was greatly excited at the prospect of conversing at length about his plays and sonnets. She invited him for a walk along the riverbank outside the village, by moonlight!

The note was signed "Iago". Oswald could barely contain himself when he saw how eagerly Greyblades donned his coat and hurried off to the meeting place.

In the morning, the body of Greyblades was found washed up on the shore near the edge of town. The investigation determined that he had crawled out onto the branch of a willow tree farther upstream and had drowned when the branch broke and dropped him into the river. This determination, read by Oswald in the morning paper, caused him to soak said paper in his morning coffee, drawing disapproving looks from the other patrons as he laughed loud and long at the expense of the people of Inishmore, and of the Irish in general.

"Provincial scarcely describes it" he said, when he had regained his composure. Donny, seated nearby and thinking the comment was addressed to him, nodded his head in agreement, wondering what "provincial" meant. It certainly wasn't a word he'd been taught during the six months he'd spent in school. Of course the vast quantities of cheap beer he swilled every night, even at a young age, had rather impaired his learning abilities.

As the town gathered again in the morning, the talk was not of the murders, but of the current rumour. "Donney's alive and 'ere ta 'elp, watch 'is space".

Alive:
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde

It is now Day 6.

The town was in tatters. The focus was among a few people, just namecalling. The biggest namecaller of them all got no votes at all. pevergreen just shook his head. People were just so stupid. Especially that yoyoma guy. He put the deciding vote on himself.

With reluctance, but with obvious enthusiam from Yoyoma, pevergreen called him up.

"How would you like to die?"

"Die? DIE? I'LL KILL MYSELF. YEEEE-HAAAWWWWW"

Yoyma ran around the group in circles, acting like a real cowboy. pevergreen was disgusted.

"I hate to waste ammo, but this guy is just too much"

A single shell downed Yoyoma, but it didnt shut him up. He kept on yee-haw'ing.

pevergreen sighed and dragged Beefy's dead body and put his arse into Yoyoma's mouth.

Yoyoma suffocated from the long-dead body of beef.



yoyoma: 4 (White_Eyes, ATPGuy, Diana, Yoyoma)
Diana: 3 (boudica, Seamus, Khaan)
ATPGuy: 1 (RR)
LG: 1 (Sasaki)
Sasaki: 1 (LG)
Abstain: 1 (Lord Winter)

Alive:
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910

It is now Night 6. Orders within 22 hours please.

Brendan walked in to Mcdoogals and saw Reenk Roink sitting at the bar. Brendan walked over to Reenk and said hello... and Reenk said leave me alone I am talking to the bible killer. Brendan said enough talking start fighting for ireland. Reenk said no Brendan hit him with a wine bottle and stabbed him in the neck. Then he drunk the delecious wine in front of him and left a card which said Two Blind Mice.

It was Sunday morning, and as Andres made his way to church he had before him a view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves, and on the withered hedges, an almost poetical depiction of the extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling, which he would undoubtedly have paid some attention to if he hadn't hadn't had a mind-numbing, head throbbing, nauseating hangover, by far the worst hangover he'd had so far this week. It was so debilitating that he didn't hear the carriage coming up behind him, and was quite oblivious to its presence until the young lady driving it called out to him by name and offered him a lift.

He was delighted to accept, and in his oafish way soon began a series of clumsy, boyish attempts at wooing her, his efforts further hampered by his low class upbringing, which made his gentlemanly airs quite ludicrous. Such a strain of shallow artifice could not impose upon the driver. Its inconsistencies, contradictions, and falsehood struck her from the very first. His professions of attachment were as disgusting as his head was empty, and his demands impudent.

Besides, how could any man be held in anything but contempt by she whose heart belonged to Oswald? Her mind was drawn to the memory of Friday afternoon--two days ago by the calender but far longer when measured in the minutes that seem like hours to those under the spell of Cupid--when he had been the one offering her a lift in this carriage. Oswald drove so well—so quietly—without making any disturbance, without parading to her, or swearing at them: so different from the Irish "gentleman" whom it was in her power to compare him with! And then his hat sat so well, and the innumerable capes of his greatcoat looked so becomingly important! To be driven by him, next to being dancing with him, was certainly the greatest happiness in the world.

Soon they arrived at the the clifftop by the sea where Oswald had told her to meet him. Andres was so intoxicated by her beauty and by the flask of whiskey which he customarily saved for church but had been compelled to guzzle down along the way by the nervous fluttering in his heart that appeared whenever he was in the presence of a lady that he had not, until now, noticed how far from the church they were.

He had just began to think it was his lucky day when he was roughly dragged from the carriage and across the grass to edge of the cliff. Awaking from his drunken stuper, he threw off Oswald's arms and yelled in primal frustration.

"What is this! Who dares keep me from this incarnation of beauty!"

Through his increasingly sober eyes he saw a sworn enemy...Oswald. He began to chuckle.

"Ah Oswald, we finally meet. I'm going to enjoying killing you."

Oswald's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't expected to come across anyone with an idea of what they were doing, he was just meant to kill anyone that wasn't with him.

"Its not possible...you can't be Brendan can you?"

"Brendan? No...that annoying little fly is always correcting me, always thinking hes better than me. My names Joey. Pleasure to have made your aquaintence, now, shall I kill you?"

While Andres had been on his little speech about who he really was, Oswald took out his handgun and shot him.

"So ends Andres. Two blind mice my arse."

Returning to the carriage, Oswald found the girl sitting with her hands over her eyes, frightened by the noise with which Andres had been dispatched.

"What did you do with him?", she asked.

"I let him know."

As the town got together for another time, they realised that thirteen of them were left. This could be an unlucky day.

The rumour of the town was "I'm not Donney, I'm Davey! Boudica is innocent."

Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910

It is now Day 7.

The day had come to a close, and pevergreen had finished his beautiful chicken sandwich. (it was really good!) As he was brought the vote tally, his eyes flashed red.

"Didn't I say not to have another tie?"

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by pevergreen

In light of my good friend Beefy's death yesterday, due to you lot, I'm going to spare both of these two. They should be thankful that I'm still sad. Next time it may not be so pretty.

---

"yes...I did. Whoever...created this tie. You shall suffer the blood of both men on your hands! :evilgrin:"

pevergreen pulled a knife out and slashed the necks of both White_Eyes and FactionHeir.

He looked at their bodies.

"Pity about Davey, I don't care for White Eyes though. His eyes werent white at all. What a liar."

"Whoever created this tie, -shut up ATPGuy, I was eating I didn't see!-, you shall also have an interesting day tomorrow. Thirteen people left really was unlucky. It seems 13 outweighs 7 in terms of luck."

Tomorrow. in adition to the normal vote for a lynch, Diana is a different vote. You vote to either keep her alive or kill her. She may not be voted for the normal lynch. The majority decision will deliver her fate. Please indicate your choice by

Code:

---

Life: Diana
or
Death: Diana

---

White_eyes: 3 (GH,Sasaki, White_Eyes)
FactionHeir: 3 (El Diablo, Askthepizzaguy, Diana)
Sasaki: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
Diana: 1 (khaan)


Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
Seamus
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes

Factionheir

It is now Night 7. Orders within 23 hours please.

Donney spent the night at home--knowing better than to drink at a time like this--desperately trying to console himself after the death of Mairead the previous night. She had saved his life, but he had been incapable of saving hers. Could a linguist, could a grammarian, could even a mathematician have seen what he had, have witnessed the events of the past week, and have known the end result of it, without feeling that circumstances had been at work to foil his every effort? -- How much more must an imaginist, like himself, be on fire with speculation and foresight! -- especially with such a groundwork of investigation as his mind had already made. Not being able to stand his own house, he left to visit her grave.

It was no use blaming himself for his failure to catch the villains, he decided. Instead, he must comfort himself with the knowledge that no man or woman lives forever. Even kings are eaten by worms, and the dust from the decayed corpse of Alexander the Great might be used today to stop a hole in a beer barrel.

As he arrived at the cemetery gate, he paused to allow a carriage containing a fellow mourner out through the gate and onto the road that led to the cliff where Joey had perished the night before, and then continued towards the grave of Mairead. At first he walked at his usual pace, but as he caught sight of her resting place he walked faster and faster. By the time he arrived at the grave he was running at such a speed that he was nearly unable to avoid falling into the large, deep, and above all empty hole where her coffin should have been.

It was then that he remembered the carriage he had passed on his way in. Taking a short cut, he ran as fast as he could towards the clifftop, thankful now more than ever that he had kept in good shape, even in his later years. As he came over the rise, he saw the carriage with the coffin in the backseat, but no horse or driver. Sensing a trap, he at first walked cautiously towards the carriage, but when he saw that it was slowly rolling towards the edge of the cliff, he sprinted to it. The carriage was too heavy for him to stop, and when he climbed up into the back he found that the coffin was latched shut and bolted to the floorboards. His efforts were clearly anticipated, but was so overwhelmed by thoughts of the coffin shattering to pieces on the rocky shore that he ignored the warning signs and stayed on the moving carriage, yanking desperately on the lock, throwing his whole weight behind each tug. His crazed efforts took effect, but when he ripped the lock off and opened the lid of the coffin, he discovered two things.

First, that the coffin was empty.

Second, that the front of the carriage was tilting downwards at a rapidly increasing angle.

Oswald rode his horse out from the woods and gazed down at the bits of carriage, coffin, and Seamus strewn all over the rocks below. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and turned his horse towards the village.

Brendan walked in to Mcdoogals and saw seireikhaan sitting at the bar. He walked up to him and said would you like to buy me a pint? And seireikhaan turned and said no buy your own drink you don't know who I am. Brendan said no but I know this much. I hate anyone who doesnt fight for ireland. He smashed seireikhaan over the head with his beer. are you the blind mice said seireikhaan? Brendan prepared to slit his throat, raising the shard of beer bottle in his hand. Seireikhaan just backhanded him across the face saying "Don't you know who I am?" Brendan was surprised, no one had fought back in this way before. Normally it got physical, not this backhanding stuff! Seireikhaan just kept advancing on Brendan saying "Don't you know who I am?", with each step, backhanding Brendan once more. With a might swing, he knocked Brendan on to the ground. "I'm Heilyn :daisy:!" and with that, he left the bar. Brendan stayed on the ground, visibly shocked. With a slightly sad face, he just looked around awkwardly and left a card that said Two Blind Mice. As he left he killed Sigurd and said "for Joey".

Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir

It is now Day 8.

Remember, today. in adition to the normal vote for a lynch, Diana is a different vote. You vote to either keep her alive or kill her. She may not be voted for the normal lynch. The majority decision will deliver her fate. Please indicate your choice by

Code:

---

Life: Diana
or
Death: Diana

---

The gong rung. Time was up. Diana Abnoba was crestfallen. The vote for his lynch was...ghey. But his fate 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.

Boudica looked around, somewhat startled. Everyone seemed to have forgotten she was there.
She simply tiptoed her way out of town, never to be seen again.

*******

A few hours later the body of Brendan was found on the beach.

Boudica: 4 (Shinseikhaan, Askthepizzaguy, El Diablo, Sasaki)
Sasaki: 3 (LG, Boudica, Diana Abnoba)
LittleGrizzly: 1 (GH)
El Diablo: 1 (Lord Winter)

Life: 1 (Pizza)
Death: 6 (Shinseikhaan, Sasaki, GH, boudica, LG, El Diablo, Lord Winter)

Alive:
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir

It is now Night 8. Orders please

LittleGrizzly loved the village pub, but not infrequently, through his wife's persuasion, he staid at home instead and had some of the chosen and the best to dine with him: but quiet evening parties were what he preferred; and, unless he fancied himself at any time unequal to company, there was scarcely an evening in the week in which he could not be found playing chess. This particular party was of the type now habitual to the Grizzly's, with one change: they had a new guest, a strikingly handsome man named Oswald, who Mrs. Grizzly had met during a party at their neighbor's house. She had been so busy in admiring his soft blue eyes, in talking and listening, and forming all these schemes in the in-betweens, that the evening flew away at a very unusual rate; and the supper-table, which always closed such parties, and for which she had been used to sit and watch the due time, had been all set out and ready, and moved forwards to the fire, before she was aware.

LittleGrizzly tolerance level for hobnobbing with his wife's socialite friends was quite low, and he had passed it earlier than usual this evening. He retired to the library with the intention of playing a soothing game of chess with himself and was surprised to find Oswald there, holding a copy of Mansfield Park and chuckling at the uncut pages.

Grizzly, pleased to have an opponent, invited Oswald to a game of chess.

"It's an Irish game, invented by St. Patrick, so I don't know if you've heard of it, but it's easy to get the hang of" he said. Once Oswald had finished choking on his drink he accepted, and the game began.

Grizzly began the game with, he thought, great success. Pawn after pawn of Oswald's fell to his pieces, and soon there was only one remaining. But though he tried and tried to get to it, his efforts were always thwarted. Eventually he saw a way. He had castled his king in the beginning, and he realized that by moving a few of the protective pieces, he could capture the last pawn! It should be mentioned that LittleGrizzly did not have a very good understanding of the principles of chess. He moved his bishops and rooks in for the kill, but just as they were about to strike his gloating was interrupted by Oswald, who said:

"Checkmate"

"What? What!?" said LittleGrizzly, "What do you mean?"

"My knight can take your king. There is no where for him to go"

"So what? What about your pawn. I can still take that!"

Oswald spent some time trying to explain it to him, but made little progress.

"Don't feel badly, LittleGrizzly, if I recall accurately, you were outmatched even when we competed in games simpler than this one. What you failed to realize us that the pawns are inconsequential, and that exposing your king guarantees your failure"

"Failure according to you, maybe! But look at all the successes I've had! For example this pawn here--"

"That pawn was a sacrifice"

"Well, well, even so, there is this pawn here and this pawn there, they surely outweigh the importance of a king. He's just one piece!"

Oswald began to reply, but sighed instead and pulled out his silenced Walther PPK and shot LittleGrizzly in the forehead.

Alive:
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir


It is now Day 9. As this will be one of the final days, no names will be revealed upon lynch, to provide for the climatic morning writeup the next morning.

The finals days had come...the voting had come to a standstill, two seemingly opposite groups, with one voter in the middle.

'khaan cast his deciding vote on Sasaki Kojiro

pevergreen bound and gagged Sasaki and dragged him away.

Come morning, would more of them lay dead, or would the threat to the town be removed?

Alive:
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro

It is now Night 9. Orders please.

The remaining members of Inishmore slept lightly, not knowing if it was all over or if they still had some time left.

They gathered in the morning and waited. All except GeneralHankerchief turned up.

When they looked around, he had been pinned to his front door with arrows, shot from a longbow. The longbow was left in the kitchen.

All knew this was the last chance they had.

Alive:
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro

It is now Day 10. It is the final day. One remains among you who has the power to kill, remove him for victory.

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 and shot the cat.

":daisy: cats, I hate 'em."

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You hate cats?"

":daisy: yeah. Most annoying creatures on the planet."

"You are no true Irishman then!"

"Maybe I'm not. See, me names Artair. I've gotten through this long and I'm quite sick of this place. So, if you don't mind, I'll be out of here."

El Diablo shot Lord Winter three times and left Inishmore, never to return.


Scottish Victory.

Alive:
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter


Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro
'khaan

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 couldnt stop trembling.

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

"Neither can I."

The night continued in peace.

Town Victory.

Alive:
El Diablo
Lord Winter

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief


Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro
'khaan


Role List:

IRA:
Godfather: Diana Abonba
Grunts: Andres/ATPGuy

English:
Godfather: GH
Grunts: Ituralde/Sasaki Kojiro

Pro Town:
Donney: Seamus
Davey: FactionHeir
Mairead: Reenk Roink
Townie with Wee Thomas: taka (non counted role :laugh4:)

Neutral:
Padraic: AVSM
Heilyn: 'khaan

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Grunts kill once per night. Once both were dead, godfather could kill once per night. Godfather showed up as innocent until they had performed a kill.
Donney was the detective.
Davey was the gossip person, leaving clues in the writeups. Later gained the ability to either protect/investigate/roleblock one person per night.
Mairead was the doctor, but also a non kill target for Padraic. Later gained the ability to roleblock the person s/he protected if they were anti-town.
Padraic: The generic Serial Killer, didn't have to kill Mairead though.
Heilyn: Welsh Mastermind, survive one night kill. Gained the ability to kill once there was only one possible kill per night. Chose GH/Diana as Godfathers.