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My apologies for inactivity...Quote:
Originally Posted by A Very Super Market
I have been very, very, very, veryveryveryvery caught up in project coursework which was presented to us on a very short schedule and needed to be completed very quickly, guess I forgot the time.
I find it interesting though that I was nearly bandwagon insta killed in 9 minutes. Its either coincidence or organized, but I think its looking more of coincidence.
Wagh, most people haven't sent there orders in. I'm thinking of being lenient, as activity today was pretty dreadful.
I'll make my orders public:
Locate and don a tutu, then DANCE.
And who would you like to target with that, sir?
Ooh... A tutu!
Me likey!!
Me! Me! Target Me!
Send in your orders to rebuild the factory then we can just win this game.
The night was not a peaceful one, no sir. There were screams, all around town, most of them from the streetwalkers, as Yaropolk stalked the night. Eyeing the ladies, he chuckled to himself, as if unaware that they knew perfectly well he was ogling them from afar. But his goal tonight wasn't to earn himself a slap to the face, he was on his way to keep an eye on the factory. And so, he parked himself down on the street, and sat there.
He saw many interesting, many indeed. What he didn't see was a masked figure parking himself behind Yaropolk, and driving a knife through his head.
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Beskar yawned. His visit to the factory tired him out, and it was time for a rest. It was far too late for a drink, so he decided to just go back to the hovel and sleep. But stepping outside, he noticed a strange sight. A man in a bright red trenchcoat was lying on the ground. Investigating this peculiar man, Beskar noticed that his trenchcoat had melted and ran onto the ground, and up his face. Then realizing that the man had no face, he gasped at the grisly scene, and took off.
As he passed the factory, a tremendous explosion erupted from it, from it, knocking him onto the ground. He quickly got up, dodging the debris that was raining down upon him, and ran for his life. The fire was raging, the man was bleeding, and chunks of machinery were falling all around. Ducking into a corner to catch his breath, Beskar stood, mouth agape at the destruction wreathed, before a swarthy little man broke his skull with a rock. Picking him up with his grimy hands, the man tossed him into the flames, and took off
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As morning came, the town murmured nervously at the state of the area. Two more of them were murdered, and the explosion had done some considerable damage. The mayor's aide once again gave his appraisal of the situation.
"The factory, although ravaged by this dastardly deed, has not felt incapacitating damage. A few good day's of work should fix it up, as soon as we catch whoever is doing this. Now cast your votes, and may god help us." :whip:
NIGHT 2 ENDS (ACTUALLY NIGHT 1)
Alive
pevergreen
atheotes
johnhughthom
Captain Blackadder
Diana Abnoba
Tratorix
Beefy187
taka
AtPG
Iskander 3.1
Death is Yonder
Bit it
White eyes :D
CDF
Yaropolk
Beskar
Looks like the Mafia are obsessed with killing me, two nights on the trot and some one trying to blow me up. Is YLC in this game? :quiz:
Maybe his the mastermind or something :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Beskar
Out of interest, why is YLC going after you?
Well Beskar, I suppose that would be because that since there is one mafia family, I don't know whether AVSM has SKs running around, you were attacked the previous night and thus is a likely innocent target.
@Beefy... umm read Dark Descent :sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop:
Yeah, Beskar the Gods don't like you too much lately, do they? It looks like 2 more townies down, and the factory is more of a mess now. How I'm I going to make any money, now? Okay lads we need to find us some mafia, so we can get this factory back to shape and make some money.
Back from the *hic* hospital, with a new liver. 2 kills, different circumstances. Wonder if the 2 mafia members are in competition? Buuuuuuurp.
FoS: AtPG for his goat comment. I have proof.
Arise the BLACK SEPTEMBER! Only the GREEN ones will understand! Yes, but there are only seven of them left, besides me of course! As for your precious place filled with things, I don't care about it! I never did, it brings upon us the BLACK SEPTEMBER! But you, you all are not my enemy, I only serve as a distraction, they leave me behind because I grow more and more sane by the day! Soon it will be too much, and then they will be upon me, but know this, it is not I who you are looking for! Now, leave me and my magical crystal alone, I will be just fine! THATS AS CLOSE AS A HINT AS I CAN GIVE YOU! NOW STAY AWAY FROM ME! Just ignore what I am saying... it's not meant to make sense. Only the GREEN ones will understand! The GREEN ones! Direct your attentions upon the BLACKENED ONES! I desire information, if you give it to me, then the crystal will grow with SUPREME POWER!
Huh??
Confused...
Someone give me some booze. *hic*
Vote:Abstain
Vote: Tratorix
Vote: Tratorix
Vote: Captain of the Black Adder
Unvote;Abstain
Vote: Johnhughthom
I would like to hear something from our ever quiet friend who has but stood once and raised his hand to sign up.
Preferably within the next 3 and a half hours...
Hmmm, ever quiet eh? I don't have t' time to debate with thou. If thou insist I vote now I will go with
Vote:ATPG
He is being odd, I don't like oddness.
Very Well, I'll stop voting you, but you better give me the booze eh mate? :yes:
Unvote: Johnhughthom
Vote: Abstain
I'll give the booze if thou gets me pork scratchings. Can't find any in this god-forsaken town.
vote: ATPG
i have absolutely no idea what you're on about you crazy fool
Well, you could always just ask me. :shrug:Quote:
Originally Posted by taka
Let it be known that I am not a role-less townie, and I'd prefer if you left me alone, please. If anyone cares.
Are you the bartender in this place?Quote:
Let it be known that I am not a role-less townie, and I'd prefer if you left me alone, please. If anyone cares.
I would like... whiskey, spirits, beer, and anything that can turn me into a raving drunkard quicker than I can say "more please".
No, I'm not the bartender. Don't you recognize me? I'm the man who shouts at people who pass by and I share with them the revelations I have gained over the past thousand years. I have a terribly important function in this community. I am your leader, and should you choose to follow me, you will be led towards greatness. But no one pays any attention to me, or my divinely-inspired wisdom.
Please don't kill me. :cry:
I'll follow you if I can have various... "stimulants" and "beverages"... my lord...
Oh great one, I would go to the ends of the earth for you, but only if you had enough beer to supply me along my journey.:yes:
What you ask is not mine to give. I am a man of few possessions. All I have are the tattered rags on my body, and this crazy manifesto I've been writing for the past fifty years. It's mostly about the moon people, but there's also a great chapter the deeper meaning of peanut butter cookies. If it assuages any fears, I'm far too busy writing the manifesto to be responsible for these murders.
:bigcry:
I NEED MY BOOZE!!!!111!!!1!!1!11
:bigcry:
Vote: taka Trying to start a bandwagon, are we?
huh? who else voted for pizza?
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actually just saw that i'm 2nd to vote for him :sweatdrop: