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How dare you scrub my face!!!
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I'll get around to voting soon, don't worry. Just keep your faith in me that I'll make the right choice.Quote:
FOS on Beskar and Split for not voting. This is not like them, and they have been on the org. elsewhere. Are you guys to busy planning your night actions to vote?
OOC: I can't think of who to vote, and I'm roleplaying this hard so :P
OOC:
I have to say, I am kind of surprised my role played vote managed to get a bandwagon going on elite ferret. I have no case against him, and it was only to make the game more fun to me...... :shrug: I am not sure why in the world anyone would go along with me.
Kind of makes me worried about the towns chances if we are going to jump on a case that amounts to: Ferrets evil, they eat brains..... :sweatdrop: Sorry Elite ferret, role playing and all that. :sweatdrop:
IN fact, I am almost want to say FOS to those who went along with me. It was a bandwagon, and a scummy one at that. Could everyone else who voted elite ferret please explain the reason? I am especially disappointed as this means I will need to find new material for the rest of the game, can't use ferret invader if there are no ferret invaders can I? :laugh4:
"You just want us to think, you will have no new role-playing material after Ferrets gone":inquisitive:
OOC:I mean your crazy(everybody is)....of course you will have something new:laugh4:
I could, but that would involve thinking. :laugh4::laugh4::laugh4:
What I mean is that we just lynched someone for no good reason. Then again that is at least partly my fault, ohh forget it, I am going to go back to being crazy, its easier that way.....
"You just want us to think lynching Ferret is bad...when you really want to save him and make a killer WIFOM":inquisitive::inquisitive::inquisitive:
OOC:ATPG has done stuff like that:shrug: And first round lynches are never easy:no:
Sorry for the delay, writeup to follow.
Elite Ferret: 3 (CDF, Iska, Slash, )
Sasaki; 2 (EF, Taka)
Iskander: 4 (DA, DG, WE, Beskar)
Taka: 1 (Sasaki)
Diana: 1 (Shlin)
Slash: 1 (A1, )
Beskar: 1 (atheotes)
Day Two
The group of mental patients shouted and screamed at one another, blaming each other for the death of Tratorix. But a patient in particular seemed to stand out, and his obsession for one of the other patients made several of them nervous. Those who had the presence of mind to have an opinion on the matter shouted their accusations, and the patient who was most accused was Iskander 3.1. The angry and insane mob advanced on him, and he slowly backed away, ducking into the mess hall. He dove behind the lunch counter and quickly thought of a plan. Ah yes... he would wear a disguise! And so, he grabbed a blood-soaked chef's hat off of one of the corpses, and pretended to cook, loudly humming to himself, while running the water in the sink and slamming kitchen utensils. This would have been much more convincing if there was power in the facility, or if there was any food left to cook, or if he had remembered that all the kitchen staff were dead and strewn about the floor right next to him.
The crowd hadn't the foggiest clue where Iskander 3.1 had run off to, but when they heard the racket he was making while trying unsuccessfully to blend in, they immediately turned the corner and saw him carving up one of the invisible turkeys. Iskander 3.1 noticed them coming, but like a toddler playing hide and seek who believes that covering his eyes will make him invisible, he tried even more desperately to get in character. He turned the gas oven on, and clattered pans on top of it, none of them filled with food of course, but these were minor details only. He also turned on the clock radio nearby on a top shelf, which the kitchen staff used to listen to while they were working. The mob of drooling, crazed psychopaths continued to walk slowly forward, some grabbing long butcher knives or huge metal serving spoons, and one grabbed a rolling pin. Iskander 3.1 was now completely surrounded, but he wisely stuck to the plan that was utterly failing, and sung along with the music and cracked a bunch of invisible eggs, and washed some invisible celery in the sink. The crowd was not impressed, and so they rushed at him, and began stabbing and beating and... rolling... him to death. (I'm afraid not all of the patients were very swift.)
Iskander 3.1 gallantly and bravely stuck to the plan, because he had no exit strategy, and he was too stubborn to admit when he was wrong. Yes, he was getting killed and he wasn't accomplishing anything, but he stuck to his gun, to the last. He went down in heroic fashion, which was sad considering the emergency exits in the kitchen were clearly marked. One of the doors was even propped open with a brick. It was a shame, but such things don't always occur to the mentally deranged. Iskander 3.1 was covered in stab wounds and had suffered many concussions, and was bleeding from the mouth, and when he realized he was going to die, he rushed toward shlin28 and gave him a great big hug and a very awkward kiss. This moment of spontaneous romance was marred only by the fact that shlin28 promptly stabbed him in the eye.
As the crowd beat him further, he stared directly at his beloved with his remaining eye, and silently whispered "I love you...", until one of the patients got the bright idea to overturn the giant metal refrigerator nearby, which landed on Iskander 3.1's head and splattered his brains across the floor.
Alive: (13/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
White_Eyes:D
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (3/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
Askthepizzaguy (still)
You have until 2359 Eastern tonight (Sept 19th) to send in orders. An extension may be granted, but try to get it done in less than 24 hours.
Awesome write up, I'm going to think of Iskander pretending to cook every time he posts now. :laugh4:
Wish I was playing...
Should Split fail to vote again, I will replace him with you. :whip:Quote:
Originally Posted by johnhughthom
Question. Iskander. Alive. List.
Thou shalt not disturb an cooking man :furious3:
Psychos... all of you... :whip:
Alright fine, I'll start voting, jeez...
:dizzy2::dizzy2::dizzy2:Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2BjJbKQkgc
(Any further comments would be OOC and might ruin the game for the rest of you, so I'll just tip my cap and watch from here on out)
Night Two
The Psycho held the precious item and looked at it intently. The eyes were still closed, but there was an aura of unmitigated evil coming from it. It's power was only growing stronger. More blood would be shed tonight. More souls to be condemned... more destruction to be had. The dance of death would continue... and the blood of the ignorant fools would paint a macabre landscape across the walls of the facility. This was the Psycho's legacy... what the dark figure would be remembered for, for all time... for all eternity.... The Psycho would become immortal. This caused an evil, evil laugh to escape from the Psycho's twisted lips. It would be another wonderful night indeed...
Down in the mess hall, it was too dark to see the person sneaking around. The body of Iskander 3.1 would be attracting flies soon, and already there was a trail of ants from the stormy blackness outside coming in and removing pieces of his head, a bit at a time. There was a smell of gas... the oven had been left on, but it was never lit. Most of the gas had escaped from the facility out the open door, but there was still enough for the show. The dark figure lit a match and tossed it in the direction of the ovens.... KABOOOOOOM!!!!! After the initial explosion, the dark figure was illuminated. This person could not stop staring into the awesome beauty that was the flame. It's destructive power was not only dangerous, but seductive... tranquilizing... erotic even. The mouth popped open and began to drool with delight, and the eyes relaxed and allowed the fire to scorch a pattern on the retinas. Even if the figure blinked, all that could be seen was the brilliant beauty of the flames. The dark figure stumbled out of the mess hall, still entranced by the both the delicate nature and terrible wrath of the flames' power...
White_Eyes:D was sure that someone was following him... he was absolutely sure that someone... some... thing... was out to get him. He could see the signs everywhere. Why couldn't anyone else see the signs?? First he was placed in this Tomato Institution, against his will, when he was perfectly fine... then he knew... the gods were out to get him. The terrible, invisible ones. He was nothing but an animal trapped in a cage, a rat in a maze... they were just testing him... they were going to make him break. Break I tells ya! But not only the gods, their terrible, twisted servants... the dark ones. They were simply going to torture him until he died, he knew it.... White_Eyes:D could see all, hear all... nothing escaped his gaze... well, except for the solitary figure standing behind him, wielding a bone saw, and wearing an evil grin. He felt the powerful hand grip his mouth. It was covered in filth, and blood, and it smelled like death. White_Eyes:D tried to scream, but he couldn't make a peep. Then the nightmare truly began... the saw began cutting into his neck, causing blood to spurt across the hallway. White_Eyes:D reached up and tried to pry himself free of the grip of the powerful one, but to no avail. Those arms were unnaturally strong, and they had a death grip on his head, while the saw began slicing deeper into the neck and shoulder. White_Eyes:D tried to grip the bloody cutting edge and force it off of his neck, but the horror was making his heart pump the blood out of his body even faster... his grip was weakening..... somehow, somehow, White_Eyes:D twisted himself and slipped out of the grip of the walking embodiment of death. He couldn't, wouldn't turn around to see his attacker, he simply ran down the hallway as fast as he could. As he turned the corner, he was tackled by a second person, wielding a large cutting razor. This one had a look of utter insanity in his eyes. "Pain.... torment... that is what is going to happen to you, White_Eyes...."
Of all the rotten, miserable luck. White_Eyes:D suddenly became White_Eyes:C and looked on helplessly as his second assailant began slicing up his face with razor blades. He was doomed. That is, until a large, bloody boot kicked the razor-blade wielding lunatic right in the mouth, causing his teeth to go scattering across the hallway. The razor-blade wielding lunatic was knocked unconscious, and from the blood loss, White_Eyes:C himself was starting to pass out. The last thing he saw was the hideously twisted face of his assailant leaning down. "Now, let's finish what we started, shall we? I just want to remove your brain.... this won't hurt a bit. After you're dead of course."
All White_Eyes:C could do was scream bloody murder as the large, thick boot stomped down on his chest, and the bone saw began cutting into his skull. He passed out after the first thirty seconds of the cutting, and when the rest of the mental patients found the wretched corpse of White_Eyes:C they saw that his skull had been cleanly cut open and the contents had been removed. The body had been left inside a bathtub, and it was soaking in a deep puddle of it's own blood.
Alive: (12/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (4/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Three begins now. You will have until 2359 tonight to discuss and vote, if you don't all vote, an extension may be granted. Results PMs being sent out.
Interesting, it seems our Psycho likes fire, but that doesn't help. I'm pretty sure everyone likes fire :/
OOC: I so called that song, as I was opening it I said out loud, "Animal I have become would be a good song for this...", creepy.
Oh no, White_Eyes:D's brother White_Eyes:C was killed! He's going to be crushed when he hears about this! :bigcry:
I don't get it..??:shrug:
Who in the world was "White_eyes:C"??:juggle2:
Edit: I can reveal this much.....
Split is mafia....good luck you psycho's:bounce:
A very unhappy White_Eyes:DQuote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
I thought my Psychosis needed some evidence that can't be refuted?? not Split Personalty?:laugh4:
Confusing post...Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
"Sasaki is always guilty" (Correct, you could be guilty...it does hint to two attackers:shrug: but my role was a Paranoid person, yet correct 90% of the time..My quote "Something that Mafia players use" or those in crime family's develop but more extreme in use, apply's here...:smash: )
Edit:I just told you my role in VERY vague terms....but it's so heard of..and most mafia players use it almost all the time....you are cruel ATPG~:mecry:
You sa think a people gonna die???? :bigcry::bigcry:
Vote: elite ferret, now that you have been saved the protection of the invaders none can claim your innocence.
Care to ellaborate, if at all possible? If I'm mafia I'm sure I'm doing something wrong...Quote:
Split is mafia....good luck you psycho's
Vote: CDF your stupid bandwaggon will get us nowhere, I mean it can't do much worse, this place is hell already, but you're just being stupid.
You foolish fool! I am the only one preparing us for the coming Invasion! I hope the ferrets do get your fruit loops you big fat meany. None can collaborate with the ferret invaders!
OOC:
I know that, its role playing. I am supposed to be stupid and crazy. Does not mean anyone has to follow my lead.
Feh, argue all you like you're just wasting your vote.
Unvote: CDF, Vote: Abstain
OOC: I realize, I'm doing such as well.
Puzzled. Confusion. Doubt. Gives up.
Vote: Splitpersonality
:thumbsdown:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
:gossip: :skull: :skull:
It's. Not. Me. Look. Elsewhere.Quote:
Originally Posted by shlin28
:l
vote:spL1tp3r50naL1ty It.Must.Be.You.
It. Is. Really. Not. Me.
Vote: A1_Unit
Maybe it's you?
EDIT
Disregard that, I cook socks. Posting another message with the vote.
Unvote:Abstain, Vote:A1_Unit
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Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
:laugh4:
OOC: I was in the mood to not get moderated so I had to throw that in there ;P
I do not like my face being scrubbed! Vote:Diana Abnoba
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So one dead guys lasts words is enough to roast a man A1 and Slin? Mmmm... roasting sounds good. Vote: A1_Unit
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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
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Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
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Originally Posted by DisgruntledGoat
:smitten::smash: = :skull::devilish:
vote: Slin28 :hanged:
I am really starting to suspect shlin and I have no idea why
vote:shlin28
I am not sure what all the hoopla is about.... I am still alive :shrug:
OOC: Vote: Beskar
i dont think ATPG will include a role which can post only in smilies...it doesnt seem to blend with the rest of the roleplaying... :juggle2:
We is all very crazy, perhaps Beskar be mute? Did the ferrets tear out your larynx Beskar?
Last game....Beefy was the mute:laugh4:
Split is getting off the hook?...nice one Split:2thumbsup:
Nice one split what exactly, spitting heresay at me doesn't mean that it's true at all.
I don't really understand your evidence for claiming I am responsible for the death of anyone.
So please outline it for me in bullet-point format.
My win conditions needed me alive~:mecry:
So I don't need to make town listen, if they don't want to:bounce:(Actually, it's kind of funny:laugh4:)
I'm the town, and I'm listening.
You are not saying much however.
Look over my old posts...I don't feel like making towns life any easier at the present time:juggle2:
Vote:Shlin
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Originally Posted by slashandburn
Then stop taunting me with those smilies.
Though it is better now that they are put away in those spoilers where they belong.
Vote: Split
Why?
vote: white eyes
White_eyes is dead taka.
......???:laugh4::laugh4:
I wanna get lynched again:bounce:
Oh boy. It looks like a tied vote... let me double check.Quote:
Shlin: 3 (Beskar, EF, Sasaki)
Split: 3 (Shlin, A1, Diana)
A1: 2 (Split, DG)
Diana: 1 (Slash)
Beskar: 1 Atheotes)
White: 1 (Taka)
Elite Ferret: 1 (CDF)
But if it is a tied vote, we get to have ourselves a nice, old-fashioned, mentally deranged duel to the death.
Argh, I would've changed my vote to shilin if I would've known that I was tied with him.
You're making a mistake town, lynching innocents and already dead people won't help :/
Fixed:2thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
:dizzy2:Quote:
Originally Posted by spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Proof? Evidence? Witness? None.
see, someone was watching...
someone has a keen eye, they not get tricked by us...
yes... we now....... vote: shlin
Vote. Tied. Already. Sorry.
(sorry for the delay... but this is how I break ties now.)
Day Three
Splitpersonality and Shlin28 were both being accused of being the killer. A circle was formed around them by the other sick patients, and they were handed weapons. Shlin28 was given an egg beater from the mess hall, and Splitpersonality was given a toilet plunger from the bathroom. Unable to escape from the ring of death until one of them was slain, the two looked upon one another with a look of insanity and murder in their eyes.
Splitpersonality charged forward with his plunger raised up high, red-faced, screaming obscenities, assaulting in the manner of a deranged lunatic, rather than a trained fighter. Shlin28 was not much better, he smashed himself in the face repeatedly with the egg beater, causing himself to bleed, and then he grinned sadistically at his advancing opponent. Split was the first to land a blow, smashing Shlin28 across the mouth with the plunger, causing blood, saliva, and toilet water to spray against the wall behind him. He simply turned back at his opponent and grinned again. Split smashed Shlin's skull several times, sending him staggering. Shlin just kept coming back for more... so Split cracked the wooden handle against his nose, breaking the plunger in two, leaving only a sharp, pointed stick in his hands. "Even better..." thought Splitpersonality. But Shlin shrieked and launched himself at his opponent, bashing Split in the teeth with the heavy object in his hands. This caught Split off-guard, and wasn't prepared for the second blow to the stomach, followed by a wide, spinning, 360 degree swing which clipped him in the temple, and knocked him to the ground. Shlin was on him immediately, bashing Split in the chest with the device, causing him to start coughing up blood. Split tried to hit Shlin in the head with the broken wooden handle, and when that didn't work, he tried stabbing him in the neck. A large gash opened up on the side of shlin's neck and jaw, which could have been fatal if it had been just a centimeter closer to the jugular vein. Shlin was momentarily stunned, but was running high on adrenaline, so he just continued to smash Split across the face, in the chest, and when Split raised his arms to cover up, he gleefully broke bones in the arm.
Split tried to roll Shlin off of him, but Shlin had him pinned down. His broken arm couldn't do much, and Shlin leaned his full weight on his knee and pressed it down on the other arm. That's when Shlin28 took the egg beaters and shoved them directly into the eyes of Splitpersonality. Each beater was lodged several inches deep inside Split's skull, and he cried out in pain. Shlin28 grabbed the crank and began spinning the mixers. Shlin pushed down as hard as he could, and the egg beaters went directly into Split's brain, until Splitpersonality's brain became nothing more than scrambled eggs. Needless to say, it was a grotesque scene. But the nutcases standing around watching this horrifying atrocity began to clap wildly, and Shlin28 stood up, and took a bloody bow. A voice in the crowd suggested he'd actually prefer his brains sunny side up.
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Shlin28= Rock
Splitpersonality= Scissors
Alive: (11/16)
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (5/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Askthepizzaguy (still)
I can accept night actions for the next 24 hours, and again I apologize for the delay. Night Three begins now. Remember, you can send in night actions ahead of time.
One scumbag down.....Good Job town:smoking:
Theres nothing in there that suggests he was scum. Given that you have already stated you aren't pro town I don't think any one should listen to you.
:laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by DisgruntledGoat
I finally got home and read the writeup and it was :daisy:ing awesome.
I never thought rock paper sissors could end so violently :(
Your loss town, I advise you to not listen to anything white_eyes:D says.
Since I can't really help you now, I'll just be observing. Au revoir.
Pizzaguy putting in lynch clues??:inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by DisgruntledGoat
You my "dear Sir, have gone mad":mad:
Pizzaguy hides clues....but you guys had a duel(Pizza guy doesn't include clues for those, as he is trying to punish town:yes:)....I doubt anything well rise to the surface now:wall:Quote:
Originally Posted by A lynching of Mafia in the first game
Night Three
The Psycho grinned. Tonight there would be more destruction, so the Psycho turned on the radio and listened to the appropriate tunes for such an occasion. The object was glowing, giving off radiating waves of evil. All the foolish ones here would succumb to the will of the Dark One... there was nothing they could do to stop it... it was already too late! Too late for the foolish ones! BWAHAHAHAHAA!!!! NOW THEY ALL WOULD DIE!!! Soon they all would die for the God of Destruction.
The fire in the bathroom facilities didn't spread very far due to the sprinkler system, and the lack of flammable objects nearby. But the continued gas leak in the mess hall kept the fires there raging, and the open door provided more oxygen for the flames. The flames would dance... and dance... until all was consumed by fire. Elsewhere in the facility, someone was pouring gasoline out of the lawnmower, which was kept in the groundskeeper's storage room. Happily cackling at what was about to unfold, the figure shrouded in darkness lit some oily rags and tossed them into the mess. Another fire was set... and again, the figure was placed into a hypnotic trance. More fire.... fire fire fire fire fire!!!!
In the south wing, something else was happening. Cultured Drizzt Fan was being stalked by someone... but who knows who that could be? Why it could be anyone... anyone... even the United States Government, headed by President Millard Fillmore and his legion of cracker-jack lovers! Yes, they were coming to steal his magic bag, the bag which contained all the important secrets! But even worse, they knew the code words to open it, they were going to perform the ritual! They were going to force Cultured Drizzt Fan to eat powdered milk until he exploded, THAT was their nefarious plan! But they couldn't, they wouldn't dare... not when he still had his talisman which contained the spirit of the thirty-seven space aliens who died inside his toilet! No, their will, their spirit sustained him, and they would protect him, even if they WERE aligned with the Evil Polar Bears. No one could have predicted what would happen next, you see... while YOU were out shopping, I did all the dishes, and YOU never thank me for that! Hmmm? Hmmm??? You lied to me when you said it was all over, all over between you and the water spigot! I know what you and that water spigot have been up to, yes, and ALL your cheese-laden friends, you can all pack your bags and fly to Amsterdam, and I do hope you're happy with yourself! But I certainly can't allow you and the underwear gnomes to gain access to the sword of destiny, I have hidden it safely in my bowel, where NO ONE, not even the mice that live in my brain, can reach it! Just try getting it now! AHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!
Cultured Drizzt Fan was just a little bit too insane to even notice the powerful figure who had cut open his stomach with a butcher's knife and started ripping out all his innards. But he laughed through all the pain, yes, he laughed and laughed and laughed.... the evil one who had stolen his vital organs just left him there in a bloody pool.
Alive: (10/16)
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro
Dead: (6/16)
Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
splitpersonality
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Askthepizzaguy (still)
Day Four begins now. You have until 2359 tonight to post and vote, with the usual extension if you don't. But don't deliberately extend the round, please.
Continuing where we left off.
Vote: Shlin
I'm still trying to figure out what your character play is all about.
Vote: Sasaki
i find that you are way too quiet than normal.
vote:Shlin
The more I think about him the more I suspect him
Vote:Elite Ferret
Yeah right, you just want to continue a bandwagon from yesterday.
fos:Disgruntled goat
I'd respond to your suspicion but I think it was pretty evident what I was trying to do.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sasaki Kojiro
@ White_Eyes:D was Split a primary goal for your role?
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Originally Posted by Sasaki Kojiro
:inquisitive: I say Sasaki is guilty. :yes:
The smilies have spoken to me and they blame the suspicious looking one.
Vote:Sasaki Kojiro
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Grr... silly downtrodden good for nothings saw through my ingenious ruse!?!??! How could I have been under suspicion? My masterful disguise was masterful! What will the Grand Professor of Hidden Genii in Lala-land is gonna think? :embarassed: Oh my long searched for Degree in Supremely Masterful Plots would be out of my reach forever...
Perhaps I can yet salvage this situation... oh yes... perhaps I can yet beat up more mere plebs... perhaps... perhaps.
*speaks loudly to those oh so uncultured citizens of Asylumnia*
Fellow citizens! I am here to announc- YOU THERE! Don't point at me! Anyway, I am, as you can see, superior to you in every way, and thus, I believe it is my Provider-given right to beat up one of you each time the sun hangs up his towel. However, some amongst you... *glares at audience* dare to suggest that I am in fact the common criminal known as the "Psycho". That is not true.
Whilst the "Psycho" slaughter his/her victims in cold blood, I commit my oh so elegant beatings with precision and accuracy, guaranteeing the lucky pleb his life and mind unharmed. (That, I am sure you will all agree, is very nice of me.)
Of course, you may still want me to string me up like a mere pickpocket or a wicked witch, but consider this (You should, the point is a good'un): I, thanks to my elitist education which is far far far better than an average citizen of Asylumnia, have, for lack of better words, mastered the art of beating the living daylight out of all peasants. As such any serf which I chose to exact my righteous vengeance on, is quite incapable of commiting any further dastardly deeds that you serfs get up to during the night, during that night.
That's right, any of my victims could not possibly be the "Psycho", and neither can I, the most eminent Doctor Salazar Horatio Lichen the 28th of the most eminent house of Eminence, be the "Psycho".
I am sure the wretched servants I beaten up can confirm my story. Now carry on this... "debate" of yours, whilst I decide who to beat up next.
Oh yes... before I go: Vote: Taka. You claim to know something about me... yet you were not the unfortunate target I so elegantly tortured. Care to enlighten us?
:dizzy2:Quote:
Originally Posted by shlin28
Ahah! Our first witness arrives!Quote:
Originally Posted by Beskar
Tell me, did I or did I not tie you up and torture you until you passed out from the pain last night?
:no:Quote:
Originally Posted by shlin28
wait a sec. Lynch elite ferret then sasaki. :yes: that seems the way to go.
I tend to agree with this.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan
Unvote; Vote:elite ferret