Lord Winter.....you just earned a SIG....:smash::smash::smash::clown::clown::clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by Lord Winter
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Lord Winter.....you just earned a SIG....:smash::smash::smash::clown::clown::clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by Lord Winter
Wrong on Godfather III, and way too MUCH info on turn one here. Kind of the total opposite, in fact. If it matters, which obviously it doesn't. Anyone for a duel? :duel:
If its Ok if I use my friend... Then sure :yes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
If I win, you pay up. If I lose... I'll excuse you for a while for your valour
Awesome first sig quote :2thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Boudica:
What's the trick with parsnip wine? Past the tastebuds and into the gizzards before they know what's hit them?
Arach:
Are you laughing AT the gods or at the CONCEPT of gods?
Religion is the opiate of the masses, etc, etc.Quote:
Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh
*Throws out random slogans then fades back into the crowd*
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Originally Posted by CountArach
How dare you whelp? Repent now and you will be forgiven for Reenk is ever merciful. You will take your comment back or you shall be doomed for all eternity.
I may be rendered entirely useless when morning comes. If you want to trust me with duel info or any other info, now is the time.
EDIT: If there are defenders and such, don't bother using that skill on me, please.
You bad at fighting? Join the club :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Whats a club?
I had a club once... Back when I had to go to Morganville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So I went to Shelbyville, which is what we call Morganville these days. Anyway, to get to Shelbyville cost a sacrifice. In those days, sacrifices were only allowed on children. "Take me grandkids for the trip" you'd say. Aaaanyway the important part is that I need a new heel for my shoe. And a club.
How do you join a big piece of wood? Should I burn myself? Ooh look...a coconut. Can I grow nuts?
Maybe when you start to become a real boy.Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
But I'm a grown up.
How do i become boy?
I'm gunna go play farm now.
Dear sir, it just happens to be so that I have this excellent cream here. Just rub it on the belly twice a day. It comes at 3 silver pieces, but if you take 4, you get three steaks for free!Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
I like steaks. They make rumbly-wumblies go bye bye.
Can I have them? You can play farm with me.
Andres play farm with me. You too big fancy Reenk Roink guy. Come get dirty and grow some nuts with me.
I dont have any money, i have lots of points though.
Do you like points? They are fun to get. I get them from playing farm.
Does anyone else play farm? Why are you all looking at me?
What day is it? Why is the sky black. Someone change it back to blue.
How do I vote?
Come then, warm your self by the fire and I'll make you some chunky steak pie.Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
Really?
Whats a pie? Where should I put my stuff.
Who are you?
Still waiting on an order. We will stick to our final deadline of noon Eastern. :bow:
Does that mean we can get some more onions? I need one on my belt, its the style at the time.
Do you want to play farm?
Night ended. Stay tuned.
You'd better be careful, pevergreen. All those onions will attract wolves. You wouldn't want wolves to be after you, would you?
Maybe we should start a farm bureau to help our farmers determine what should be produced? This would help not only insure that our dear agricultural workers produce goods that will help our settlement prosper, but also that their work be profitable to them.
I was informed during my data mining attempt that there is something interesting about the game set-up. A few people trusted me with their info, and even from that small pool, much was revealed.
By the way, if you got a night summary PM, do not post anything related to it until the writeup (which will usually come right after all PM's are sent, the first night always proves the exception).
Thanks :bow:
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Note: Voting ends Saturday at 20:00 EST.
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Night fell upon the settlement and most everything had become dark and still, but the house of the man they called The Flax had a dim glow emanating from it. Inside The Flax was engrossed in his writing and scribbled away copiously. You see, The Flax was a scribe, and had devoted his life to the noble cause of Writing. He was composing yet another work of polemic against Reading, which scribes considered to be Writing’s arch nemesis.
It was at this moment that a man slipped into the house of The Flax. He was so silent that The Flax could not hear him over the sound of the gentle scratching sound his quill made when striking the papyrus.
Not many moments passed before the man pounced and drove a blade deep into the side of the neck of The Flax. Mortally wounded, The Flax spent his last moments desperately trying to prevent the blood spilling on his work. It was really a useless effort, however, as his killer shoved his now limp body off the desk and proceeded to roll up a sheet of papyrus and smoke it, well pleased with his kill.
As dawn finally woke from her slumber, the two dead bodies were discovered by a slave and the priest king Reenk Roink was quickly notified. The settlers were summoned to the gathering hall and all arrived on time except the one called Yoyoma who was found sleeping in his home with the sacred text of OsiOsi in one hand and an empty bottle of wine with a pretty ribbon in the other.Quote:
In the outskirts of the settlement, a man stood next to an unpitched tent. He seemed to be engaged in a heated argument with an owls. After much hooting and hollering the owl let out a series of howls that those learned in the art of owl interpretation would render as: "How can I checkmate the one who not only refuses to make a move, but doesn’t even know how to play the game?"
Before the man could offer his final thoughts, a large figure, clad in well crafted armor that was dark as obsidian approached. The man turned his attention to the armored figure and cheerfully greeted him: "Hiya!"
The armored figure responded in a cool, deep tone: "What is your name?" What a critical error this warrior of Vode committed as the man opened his mouth...
"They call me pevergreen."
"It's spelled with a small p because my mommy said I was special."
"So what’s that big sword for?"
"It's shiny."
"I think I stepped in something."
"People say I talk a lot."
"Do you think so?"
"You look funny"
"This is the longest conversation I’ve ever had!"
"People sometimes throw rocks at me."
"Are you going to throw rocks at me?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
"How about now?"
Throughout this, the armored man went through a wide range of emotions he thought he had succeeded in suppressing: he was initially bored, then became confused, then became irritated, then became enraged, and finally felt some fear and pity.
He finally shouted: "ENOUGH! I have HAD my FILL of the nonsense that you freaks in this settlement constantly spout that continually tests my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you do not draw your sword RIGHT NOW and take the first swing I will give the world a sight that even the immortal gods in the Divine Forest have never seen. Do I make myself perfectly CLEAR!"
Immediately, pevergreen picked up a stick and began to draw a sword with it in the mud. This action so infuriated the armored man that he did not even wait for pevergreen to initiate the fight as was his custom. He pulled out his mace and pounded pevergreen’s head into the mud, and although the blow instantly killed him, the armored man continued to pound away pevergreen into a bloody pulp, each strike sending pink mist into the air.
Finally when all the living settlers had arrived, Reenk Roink announced to the crowd: "The bodies of two of you have been found brutally murdered. Do go and bicker and conjecture in all your futility so that you may have an innocent executed. I'm going to be drink-"
The priest king was interrupted by a slave who barged inside the entrance hall holding a rock that while covered with blood still had an uncanny shine. The slave exclaimed: "I found these on master pevergreen's body, LOOK!"
As all present in the gathering gazed into the palm sized stone, they saw the entire events of pevergreen's last moments being played out. They saw the argument with the owl and they saw the armored man approach and kill him. They even saw who the armored man was. It was the man called Ares!
Reenk Roink immediately gave the order to his Bronze Companions to draw their swords and seize Ares, but amazingly, this drew protestations from the crowd who demanded they vote on the matter.
The priest king angrily stormed out of the gathering hall muttering: "Why did I have to lead such a piss hat bunch..."
Challenge List:
Alive:
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
taka
White_eyes:D
seireikhaan
Lord Winter
Captain Blackadder
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Beefy187
Psychonaut
CountArach
FactionHeir
Andres
boudica
Jolt
TinCow
Ichigo
Yoyoma1910
Tristan de Castelrang
Sigurd
shlin28
777Ares777
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
Seamus Fermanagh
Executed:
Fallen in battle:
Killed:
TheFlax
pevergreen
Vote: Ares
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What did I say about causing trouble? Ares???
Vote: Ares
Time to meet my best friend... Mr. Very Sharp Sword!
Vote: Abstain
I suspect we have a lot of pro-town roles. I really, really suspect we have several pro-town roles. I'd give these folks a chance to do their job. Since No Lynch isn't an option, I won't be voting for anyone. Of course, since I was spared last night, I have another chance to beg for your information, which I will give to my fellow mason. I will be persistent about this until I am murdered or you lynch me, so fair warning.
If you don't have a strong pro-town role, take a risk. We need to at least know who has a poor duel rating. Any information whatsoever would be helpful.
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ahaha, what? Vote:Ares
I personally don't agree with giving information to pizza. We have no confirmation that he is a mason. If I had been running this game I would have given the mafia fakeclaims.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy