Thank's for that :wink:
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Thank's for that :wink:
I'm not as suspicious of Sasaki was I was in the other game. But I don't want let Andres kill Renata either. Vote: Sevis
I have suddenly started feeling ill, and need to take some time for myself. Write up will be done, just not right away - sorry for the delay, I'd thought I'd actually be on time this time :laugh4:
... This game has nothing to do with earlier games. This reason for a vote makes me suspect you. It's not like you need any more reason to vote Sasaki than what's already provided. FoS: White EyesQuote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
That has plenty to do with this game......or should I spell it out?:clown:Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Depending on the result....you might regret that FoS:2thumbsup:
End Day 6...
To tired - really need to get to work on these. Threaten me more GH.
[In the words of a certain Dread Pirate, as you wish - GH]
"I'll call it"
A sigh collapses across the card table as the men opposite of Renard Black seem to become even more disgruntled, if that were possible. "Why do you always call it on diamonds? I mean, c'mon man!" both cry out. Renard simply shrugs, obviously enjoying the moment. "Your overreacting, just play the cards as they are dealt."
"Yea, we've been hearing that all night long - and all night long you've been taking our money left and right. If I didn't know better..." Renard immediately looked up, and nocked his cigar into the corner of his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he replied, "And if you did know better? Are you accusing me of cheating? I find that notion offensive..."
One of the other players stepped in, adding his voice to the pile, "Well, if your not cheating, your the damnedest lucky man I've ever known. You haven't lost a hand that you haven't thrown." Renard sensed all eyes were on him, and he knew he was in tight pinch. Silence pervaded the room as the others around the card table got up, and all Renard could do was drink from his glass of bourbon.
"Cheers - to warm feelings and heartfelt friendships."
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"Oh, for goodness sake, it was self defense! Why am I in here, when they are out there!?", Renard cried from behind his prison cells bars. He rubbed his sore shoulder, and looked about with his one good eye at his surroundings, shuddering and immediately deciding death would be preferable.
Licking his fingers clean of his ham sandwich, the deputy officer leaned back in his plush leather chair, and laughed. "Because we also had a report from a hooker down on 7th avenue that she has attended to your 'needs' several times over the past few nights. And that we got evidence to support those gentleman's claims that you were cheating in that fine gambling establishment."
Renard looked on with incredulity. "You are going to believe a overdressed two-bit whore who just wanted to get out of prison for a day? What kind of town is this?!" The deputy looked over at Renard with complete disinterest and remiss, apparently more concerned with whatever was printed upon his year old magazine.
Sighing to himself, Renard decided he might as well try it. Clearing his throat, Renard spoke in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "Good sir, would you please kindly hand me the keys to my cell? I would pay you most handsomely, and help you with your issues between you and your boss, as you seem to be a swell fellow who cares about the common guy, like me."
Normally, the deputy would have started laughing at such a ridiculous plea, but instead his eyes glazed over and he could only mumble to himself as his body started to get up and get the keys. Renard sighed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as the deputy stumbled his way over to Renard. The deputy was within five feet, Renard's arm outstretched grasping for the keys, when the sheriff entered.
A moment of awkward silence followed as the deputy, his eyes sightless and his face numb and drooling, looked at the sheriff, and then Renard's grip was broken, the deputies fears at losing his job overcoming Renard's hold. The deputy shook his head, his mind coming back, and an accusatory look coming over his face. "You, your one of the psychics! Sheriff, he took over my mind, honest! I couldn't do but naught what he told me to!"
The sheriff nodded. "I saw, looks like we got us a nice catch here. Lovell will be happy, I know that." All Renard could do was despair, and made his despair rather vocal by cursing every god from every pantheon he had knowledge of.
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"They say they have a psychic? Wonderful news, Sam, please, go with my men and claim him." Lovell sat back and sipped ona bit of gin before turning back to attend to his prepared lecture for the crowd that day, modifying some lines to have a more fatherly and uplifting tone, while still stressing the need to "Give me what I want, and I'll go away" parts.
Gasmask simply nodded, his mask haven been pilfered from him the night earlier, but even now his face was hard to discern - it was as if sunlight itself avoided his features, casting him in shadow now. He motioned to two guards nearby with a wave of his palm, and they followed, robotically, obediently.
Just as Gasmask exited, Lovell called out one last command. "Oh, and tell the sleeper to wake. He's spent far to long in bed and if he stays in it any longer he will find himself over tired." Gasmask made no sign that he had heard or acknowledged, except for having stopped until Lovell had finished, and then resume walking.
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Renard had been in sticky situations beforehand, stickier ones then this. Yet, somehow, he just couldn't see himself getting away from a huge mob of armed villagers who had bound and gagged him, while they were marching and chanting on their way to Lovell's mansion. "Standard fare I suppose - could be worse, I could be stuck like a pig for a roast," thought Renard.
Renard looked about him, and gave up for the hundredth time when he realized he was in the mass of the mob,m and resigned himself to simply listening."This chanting sure is annoying though - not one of them could carry a tune if it was the skin on their back. Tone deaf imbeciles." He soon decided that listening as he was now was not good for his health, and tried with commendable effort to tune it out.
After an undefined time, he was rudely awoken when his face contacted with the steps of Lovell's mansion. Looking up, Renard stared into the concerned eyes of Lovell. For a moment they held each others gaze, until Lovell broke it to look up and ask the crowd.
"Who is this? Who have you brought me?"
"A psychic! One who can hold sway over a mans mind!", the crowd chanted back.
Lovell looked down at Renard, and his face turned to disgust, and Renard hung his head, understanding what was to follow. Lovell raised his arms to silence the crowd, and as he did so, a man in a bowler hat and brown overcoat came limping forward, struggling heavy on his cane. The crowd gave him a wide berth as he tumbled forward towards Lovell. However, just before he hit the ground, the man in the overcoat did a quick somersault, shedding his disguise and standing fully erect in his white fedora and suit, his cane twirling in his hand in a display of show.
Leaning close into Lovell, he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from inside his coat, tipped his hat up, and pulled a piece of paper from nowhere, from which he began to read.
"Have you missed me? I have some advice for you:
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather."
He took a quick bow, both to Lovell and the crowd, who responded by clapping enthusiastically. Cries, gasps, and screams ran through the crowd as the source of the applause was revealed - amongst those living, where those long dead, their bodies in various states of decay, all frsh from having drug themselves up from their graves.
Tipping his hat to Lovell, Nyxius snapped his fingers, and the ghouls began to form up, as if to attack, hunger in their faces. "If you do not mind, I will be taking this man for my own collection. I am sure you won't disagree." Nyxius laughed a evilly, and immediately, the undead began to breakout into song and dance, with Nyxius taking lead.
The crowd, startled, screamed and panicked, scattering as Nyxius lifted Renard, now screaming and panicking himself desperately trying to cry for help, effortlessly and tossed him to the ghouls, who lifted him up in the air, and to the beat of their tune, carted him off, Nyxius himself being lifted up as if a King, waving his hat jovially at the terrified citizens as they marched their way to the cemetery.
Lovell and Gasmask simply stood in shock, totally in awe of the performance, and in the suddenness of it. Lovell turned to go back in side as Gasmask continued to watch, muttering about needing something stronger to drink.
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After the the lynch debacle, the town soon realized that the owner of their largest grocery store had disappeared. The mystery as to where he had disappeared to was soon revealed - the cemetery - for his screams as he was devoured alive were quite distinct.
Sasaki Kojiro, aka Renard Black, has been lynched, and AVSM, aka Grocery Store Owner, has been eaten alive (WoGGeD)
Sasaki Kojiro - 9 (Seon, Renata, Diamondeye, Sevis, atheotes, TheFlax, A1_unit, CCRunner, White Eyes)
Renata - 1 (Centurion1)
Thermal Mercury - 1 (Sprig)
Centurion1 - 1 (Thermal Mercury)
Beskar - 1 (Khazaar)
SoE: Renata - 1 (Andres)
Sevis - 1 (Scienter)
Khazaar - 4 (Split, Beskar, Sasaki Kojiro)
Alive(26)
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Double A
Renata
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
Scienter
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Thermal Mercury
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel
Quite Dead(15)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Please begin sending in night orders :bow:
The good news, gleaned from the write-ups: there is a Mr. Black associated with Lovell. The bad news: based on the most recent write-up they both turned up in, Black and Gasmask do not appear to be the same person. I think maybe the mask was intended to be more than symbolic.
Could you clarify what you mean by this? I am not sure I follow.Quote:
Originally Posted by Renata
Sorry. Adastreia is shown as removing Gasmask's mask. Then we have a card flip that seems to show an incorrect identification. But the person falsely identified still seems to have been associated with Lovell. Andres only seems to have the one killer. That seems a reasonable balancing mechanism, don't you think? Let Gasmask's identity be protected from investigation, but not indefinitely, and maybe not without the exposure of a less-valuable teammate in exchange.
I'd like to see the write-up, though, in case I'm making a fool of myself.
That actually makes sense. Thanks for the clarification. I would find it plausible but as you say, the writeup might tell.
Sasaki claimed investigator and said he knew the identity of Ada, etc. Gasmask would have known the identity of Ada through going to kill her. Which means if Gasmask doesn't show up again, it is a possibility that he got killed.
Still no write-up?
Oh, I'm so excited. I'm very curious to know what Dr. Lovell will do tonight, but, in all honesty, I don't have a clue.
Anyone has any ideas? Some speculation? What would he be up to?
Exciting, isn't it?
:juggle2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
My sides are splitting, you're killing me.
Indeed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
Or you could just post your night orders, as well as your associates :clown:
Prod prod prod.
In all seriousness, this game does need to pick up the pace.
What I gather from Pizza, the dead are more active than the living.
:mellow:Quote:
Greeting YLC
Tonight I wish to kill Askthepizzaguy.
No wait, I'll kill Death is Yonder
actually hes dead, I'll kill Sasaki Kojoro instead.
Thanks
TM's a psychic with the power of killing people after they die!
^ OHHHHH so incredibly useful..........
Better than most townies who's major night action is "cower in fear."
Okay, okay - I'll be getting everything back up and running soon enough. I am exceptionally sorry for the second delay in this game, and I know it is wearing on everyone's patience - a thousand pardons. :bow:
I will also be creating a summary thread to help with those that wish to analyze the write ups more closely.
Thanks. :)
Too late, I had already lost mine before I even joined the org.
I would ask for people to bear with me for awhile longer. I cannot attend to the write up tonight due to personal reasons.
By personal, do you mean finals tomorrow, or that even you don't know what's going on?
By personal, he means keep your nose out of it :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Double A
GH is getting anxious YLC. :O
FoS: Renata for keep on sending me really weird messages.
Apparently, if Lovell is a Irish name, I am scum, if it is a Scottish name, I am neutral, if it Russian I am Psychic Zero and if it is a Jamacian name, the host has been smoking something.
FoS: YLC for not posting the results.
It's not a Russian name, Ловелл just doesn't look right.
Sorry YLC but i`m going to have to withdraw from this game, my home internet has been cut off and I can only really play 1 game at a time(Dark Falls at the moment).
It won't be a great loss though, i havn't really participated much, sorry again.
It has now been over 5 days since this game has advanced, and over 2 and a half since YLC asked for extra time.
I'm sorry, but I cannot allow this to go on for much longer. If things don't get moving within 24 hours, then I will be forced to close the game. Future phases will not be allowed to drag as well.
I will be very sad if this ends early. It's really only been just since New Year that I've been able to participate fully, but it's been a lot of fun in that time.
Seconded - and I'd rather have this continue without write-ups than stop right here.
3rded from beyond the grave
I'm sad to see this game slow to a halt just when it became interesting. But I think what makes the game so interesting is the writeups and the story-heavy feel of it. I am not sure I'd like it without the writeups.
Anyhow; YLC, please do your best to keep it running :yes:
This game is more confusing and complicated than anything I've ever played and actually paid attention too. Please continue, even if you have to shorten the writeups somehow.
Since the game isn't to continue, I will tell you the biggest clincher of all.
I am Psychic Zero, and I conned Andres into giving me protection by protending to work for him. That is why it was a mask in the hunt (evident in the write-up) and it was my cause to assist and help the towns interest. I worked with AskthePizzaGuy to make myself both scummish and town at the same time to stop any town roles from doing anything silly like stopping me, and convincing enough to lure Andres into a false sense of security.
Suckers!
https://img192.imageshack.us/img192/...zeroandada.jpg
The chick in the green hair is Ada, my concubine. We are tied together by love against the evil Doctor Lovell and his evil schemes.
You would have never guessed my excellent enginneering and ploys in the game to decimate the Mafia while making them think I was one of them. I excelled above edexcel and its spreadsheet capicabilities. For I, and only I, am the one true Psychic Zero!
Lol.:laugh4:
What'd be even funnier is if YLC cross-posted with a write-up advancing the game :wink:
To make it even funnier, not even the Ghost Council (except for Pizza and Sigurd) knew I was actually Psychic Zero.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Because since the Mafia was obviously able to access it, I used a false identity, so most of them in there think I am actually some one else, those poor fools. Also, I didn't appreciate those slanderous comments against my character. You know I am talking about.
I loved how the Great Old God was going "Beskar is ruining my neferaious evil schemes! I so hate him!" while I was reading his posts of him crying and screaming about being a goody goody misunderstood pro-town, it was hilarious.
I mean seriously, how maany pro-town roles do you know who look like this:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
I am really sure he is on our side!
As I said, I assure you that Lovell is not a Russian name. Interesting move, though.
I hope that was a fake claim since I still have hope for the game to continue...
There is still at least 6 hours left before the game is forced to close. Can people not jump to conclusions or ruin the game prematurely.
*Whoooo/disappears*
Don't worry, I'm good at pretending like I didn't see that.
*** rushes off to change his night orders ***
GAME WILL CONTINUE! I AM WORKING FEVERISHLY ON THE WRITE UPS AS WE SPEAK - ONE DOWN, ONE TO GO. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME!
You mean you are not going to kill me tonight now? :beam:Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
aka reference to your:
I mean, you protect me one night then you kill me the next? Where is the love?! :cry:Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
Okay, Day 6 has been updated - please read it. I think it's a bit of a comic masterpiece.
Wait what? You decide to say that now? You just basically said the ghosts were evil and were working with the cane man with a face of thousand horrors, or something like that at least.
It still says "Under Construction" :mean:Quote:
Originally Posted by YLC
Why would I contradict myself? There is a clue in all that, and you need to find it to understand why I did what I did. Read more carefully and you will see I never said anything about "Ghosts".Quote:
Originally Posted by Beskar
Fixxed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
He posted it in thread. He hasn't updated that topic yet.Quote:
Originally Posted by Andres
Basically, the ghouls do a dancing jig with Nyixus (michael jackson with a face of a thousand horrors) carrying away Sasaki as he is screaming and shouting, and the town runs away and you and Gasmask just stand there staring in shock.
ghouls = ghosts
Need to call the ghost busters on the both of them.
Fixxed again.Quote:
Originally Posted by Beskar
So you meant ghouls as in Zombies then? Curse the English language.
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Tipping his hat to Lovell, Nyxius snapped his fingers, and the ghouls began to form up, as if to attack, hunger in their faces. "If you do not mind, I will be taking this man for my own collection. I am sure you won't disagree." Nyxius laughed a evilly, and immediately, the undead began to breakout into song and dance, with Nyxius taking lead.
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Originally Posted by Beskar
I want to be able to talk about this..... but I can't. I will just settle my urge with this :laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:
wait..... ghouls you say?........... :daisy: :daisy: :daisy: I knew it!
Well that was amusing.
Fine fine, you can be the female with the green hair. Happy now?Quote:
Originally Posted by Renata
Oh, very.
End Night 6...
Cynthia sighed as she leafed through her book. Words, all words, yet she had to do this because it would make ends meat, and ever since Lynn Strange had taken over kelly green's duties at the library. The man was short handed, and Cynthia, a wanderer by nature, needed both a place to stay, and food to eat - Lynn Strange was desperate, and was willing to offer her that in exchange for her working at the library.
"Done yet Cynthia?", Lynn inquired as he walked passed, rolling a cart chock full of disorganized books. Cynthia looked over with tired eyes and simply shook her head no, and returned to her work. Lynn shrugged and began to move on but stopped in wonder as the books on the cart began to wobble and shake about. Suddenly they began to throw themselves at Lynn, who was forced to the ground, yelping in pain.
Cynthia was on her feet to get to Lynn, but was blocked by falling debris from the roof. Looking up, she spotted a huge red skinned creature, with pincers for arms and a large circular mouth, a great big razor sharp tongue lashing out, coated in blood. It lept from the hole it had made down to the ground, making a sweeping motion with one of it's claws towards Cynthia, who flipped out of the way just in time.
Roaring in frustration, it charged, overturning everything in it's path. Quickly rolling to the side to avoid it, the beast crashed through several rows of bookshelves and throwing up huge piles of debris. taking the opportunity, Cynthia raced over to Lynn and grabbed him, pulling him away from the possessed books which had formed into a fist of sorts and had been pounding on the poor librarian.
Throwing open the door to the library, Cynthia pulled both of them to the ground as a many mouthed creature, recognizably human, threw itself at them as soon as the door had swung open. Quickly crawling back away from it as it heaved itself after them, all it's mouths drooling a terrible acid which dissolved everything it touched, gaped open and shut, seeking out Cynthia. Leading it on a little bit more, the two managed to get it away from the door, which both dashed out of, not looking back until they were a mile away.
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Elijah Quigley was a simple man. Yes, he was confused about the events that had occurred as of late, and true, he had mad some weird accusations in some peoples eyes - truly, if one talked to much, it meant that one wasn't searching for those psychics, and thus wasn't listening to the good Doctor Lovell, who was simply just trying to save them after all.
Tonight, Elijah decided to go out for a drive, and seating himself comfortably, turned on his car. He put it in gear and drove a couple blocks before his radio suddenly kicked on, and began playing "Chariots of Fire". Elijah looked down at his radio suspiciously.
From the rooftop of a nearby building, the cultist raised his arms in praise. "A sacrifice, befitting you my master, most high! I send a gift of ancient Prometheus' fire on wings!" With that, he clicked the button on the remote in his hand, which caused poor Elijah's car to explode and burst into a thunderous blaze, launching it slightly up into the air before crashing down in finality.
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Quinn chuckled as he looked at the note, written in Yvonne's beautiful handwriting. The way it curved, the way she wrote...it just made Quinn's heart melt. He read it first to himself, and then aloud.
"Let us meet in the park, at our spot closest to our hearts, where the stars shine most beautifully upon us during the midnight hours."
Quinn folded the note up gently, his curiosity piqued by this sudden turn of events. But he smiled, knowing whatever was planned would be most wonderful.
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Yvonne sat, cross legged, the moonlight streaming upon her and illuminating her pale, elven face and dark hair. Her hands worked back and forth as she knitted with precision befitting of someone who had mastered their art, a smile most glowing upon her face as she worked her needles. She coln't wait to see Quinn, and tell him of the news.
A sudden uneasy feeling pervades Yvonne as a shadow casts itself over the moonlight, and she ceased knitting. The air grew cold, and Yvonne called out, "Quinn?", her voice slightly unsteady. When no answer came, she closed her eyes, and understood what was to come. "You have come for me finally, I see."
Gasmask, without his iconic mask, his face a mist of shadows concealing human features, stood next to her, looking down upon Yvonne almost pityingly. Speaking for the first time, in a dual angelic voice, Gasmask responded. "Yes, I have come to collect - you have cheated death long enough, Yvonne Lucia Clark."
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Running into the park excited, Quinn dahsed into the grove of trees which led to a small, perfectly circular clearing. However, confusion ensnared his mind as he did not see Yvonne before him, but Jesse Zhang, who sprang to life and rushed the stunned Quinn. "You, you are here! He said, he told me you could release me! Oh please tell me it is true!" Jesse continued to hang onto Quinn, until the latter snapped out of his stupor and grabbed Jesse by the shoulders and shook him.
"WHERE IS SHE! WHO SENT YOU! ANSWER ME!" Jesse however was long gone, his eyes full of hopeful fervor. "Oh you will kill me! KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL MEEEEE!" Quinn shrugged the man of of him, throwing him to the ground. Backing up, Quinn spun on his heels and ran back to the apartment as fast as he could, leaving Jesse to wail and lament, begging for his death.
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"If you do this, there is no turning back." Yvonne remained calm, her hand folded, looking out the window at the angelic full moon casting it's rays throughout the apartment, revealing both Yvonne's face and Gasmasks, who had the appearance of a young woman, but yet male, his feature smooth and streamlined, his hair a wispy platinum.
"I fully understand the consequences of my actions. This must be done, the cycle must complete - you know this is true."
Yvonne shook her head. "It does not have to be this way, I have seen an alternate path...one that will end all bloodshed, all chaos. The path I follow will bring humanity into a new era - you would quash that, in some vain hope of maintain the failing order we have now, Samael?"
Sam turned his back toward Yvonne. "I do what I must, to follow the path I see. Not everyone can follow you Yvonne, you know this, you know that what you seek will only be for a few..."
Yvonne stood, spinning on her heels, and pulled Sam around, and proceeded to backhand him sharply. "That, is a LIE. I would have never expected Lovell's message to seat itself so deeply in your heart Samael..."
Looking at Yvonne with pity, he replied calmly, "Has your peace been said?". Yvonne straightened, steely determination in her eyes. "Know that when you take me, you are taking more then one life, and know that by killing me, you seal your own fate..."
"It will be painless, and gentle, I promise you that.", was all Sam replied.
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Quinn threw the door open, slamming it into the wall and knocking dust loose that began to float about and catch the rays of the moon. "Yvonne? Yvonne!? Oh god, Yvonne!!" Panic overcame him as he ducked into the living room, and found her body, still beautiful, curled up as if only in sleep, her eyes closed and her hair draped over her face in a cascade.
Picking her up and holding her close, Quinn began to sob and cry out Yvonne's name, rocking back and forth. He begged for her to say his name, to whisper to him. He could be heard crying and sobbing, holding her tight to himself, his emotions tearing at him, tears streaming down his face.
All night he held on to her, refusing to let go, his eyes never dry, his heart pierced and the pain his chest unbearable, his throat unable to utter anything but lamentation. And in a final cry to the gods, a man at his knees begging for the only thing in his life that he loved to be brought back to him, yelling for a deal, for anything, to pay any price, to have her back, to her her sweet voice, to feel her hands upon him, to feel her warmth and love once more...it was all for naught, and he cursed the gods, and he cried in vain, he cried in vain hope.
And when Nyxius came to sit by Quinn's side, instead of taunting him, he too sat down, and bowed his head, his hat upon his chest. Finally getting up solemnly, he placed his cane at the side of the living room couch. "I can help you...and I mean to be honest when I say that. If you want Yvonne back, speak to me upon the morrow." And with that, Nyxius vanished.
Renata, aka Yvonne Lucia Clark aka Psychic Zero, has been killed, along with Thermal Mercury, aka Elijah Quigley.
Alive(24)
Atheotos
Beskar
Sprig
Double A
Yaseikhaan
Centurion1
Captain Blackadder
Khazaar
Scienter
SplitPersonality
Seon
CCRunner
Greyblades
rhawn
A1_Unit
TheFlax
Andres
White Eyes:D
Wishazu
Diamondeye
Sevis
Jooray
Jolt
Nictel
Quite Dead(17)
ACIN
Lord Winter
scottishranger
Death is yonder
Sigurd
pevergreen
CDF
Askthepizzaguy
Winston Hughes
Beefy187
Roadkill
slashandburn
Yaropolk
Sasaki Kojiro
AVSM
Renata
Thermal Mercurcy
Begin Day 7...and good luck to all...
Psychic Zero is not happy.
Okay Dr.Lovell. Psychic 0 is dead. Could you, you know, leave now? k thanks :)
Still getting results PMs out - be a bit longer before everyone it up to speed.
Wait a minute....
Query for YLC:
Quinn was the name of the psychic boy in Whispers in the Night, if I recall correctly, and this is supposedly a sequel to that game.
Is the Quinn in the write-up that same one?
:wink: Are you allowed to talk Chaotix?Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
Finally...Quote:
Originally Posted by Renata
A-ha! And so the plot thickens.
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Originally Posted by YLC
No, sorry. I'll be quiet now. :clown:
I'm glad this game is back on track, but no phase can last for greater than 48 hours in the future - no exceptions.
Somebody should have listened to what I told them earlier :tongue: :laugh4:
(ok, I will go back to being dead now. Won't keep interjecting)
Alright everyone. I have been permitted to talk on this day.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan
Any Questions... hurry now
A-ack...
Things go on, as far as I can see, so the town still has some hope. We have the cultists, the undead, and Lovell... Khm.
Ghosts, I beg you, give me guidance! Whom of the three must we focus on killing?
Dear Ghost Council,
I have done what I needed to do: taking out Psychic 0.
I know this probably means a blow to you, but so be it. I did what I had to do. Since I no longer have any objectives, I'd like to offer an alliance to fight the cultists together.
a- Does the Ghost Council accept my offer?
b- Does the Ghost Council have the means to contact me in private?
I am offering an alliance; I do not offer to blindly follow orders without explanation.
It could have started with more positive results :cry:Quote:
Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief
But to be fair I don't mind, plenty of players deserve the spot more than my dead corpse. :whip:
"Oh ghosts, oh ghost council"? Pizzaguy told you so many times ...
I have a secret for you all, in any case.
The gods help those who help themselves.
Renata, you can still speak? Would you mind answering my question about whom we must kill, if you are allowed to?
EDIT: Gah, indeed, I finally understand the point of your post. Sorry, my sense of speech forbids me to phrase things directly, unless forced to.
Scottishranger, who should we lynch today and why? And which of the three groups (cultists, undead, mafia) are most dangerous to the town?
Some things I can answer. Not much.
Mostly I think I'm just here to haunt Andres.
So, you can't answer that, I'm guessing... Well, none the less, Renata, Scottishranger, please reply to any you can.
Was it a mistake to lynch Sasaki?
Was Elijah Beskar? If not, who was he?
Who is the next suspect for Gasmask? And is Gasmask male or female? O_o
What of Joooray, Khazaar? Are they still suspected? Should we lynch them?
Can't think of any more, so I'll have to ask someone who's alive - Diamondeye, shall we go on with our plan to lynch Beskar, assuming he is still alive? I realise Lovell promised to kill him (a joke? I'd hardly believe he'd do it, after he got him Psychic 0), and he did have a higher priority target tonight, but does that really excuse anything?
In case I can't come online in the morning - Vote: Beskar.
I shall answer the best of my abilities, and chronologically
Andres has destroyed the hope of humanity. The town must proceed without hope, and simply for survival. The cultists are killers. Gasmask is a killer. Nyxius will destroy everyone.Quote:
Ghosts, I beg you, give me guidance! Whom of the three must we focus on killing?
We shall discuss this today and I will have an answer for you later. As to contact, we are also unsure of our means to contact you directly.Quote:
Does the Ghost Council accept my offer?
Does the Ghost Council have the means to contact me in private?
No, Sasaki has not appeared on the ghost council. Read the write-ups and the rules again. He was Mafia, just not actually Gasmask.Quote:
Was it a mistake to lynch Sasaki?
Read the write-up again. (Thermal Mercury) TM is a ghost.Quote:
Was Elijah Beskar? If not, who was he?
Your guess is as good as ours on both counts.Quote:
Who is the next suspect for Gasmask? And is Gasmask male or female? O_o
Jooray is a possible suspect, along with Khazaar. As to lynch, both are good prospects.Quote:
What of Joooray, Khazaar? Are they still suspected? Should we lynch them?
I'd say that in lack of a better lynch, let's go with vote: Beskar. You're probably one of Andres', and we don't want him around any longer. Andres, you got your Psychic (Sorry to see you go, Renata, you were doing fine), now get lost, please?
Gah, misread the Elijah bit, sorry.
Khm. Let me ask this, then - What, except survival, did humanity hope for before the death of Renata? Were we not just here to get rid of the rest, which is essential for survival? Or do you mean that some of us can keep living while one of the other three forces wins?