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Q: How do pirates know that they are pirates?
A: They think, therefore they ARRRR!!!!!
3.14% of Sailors are Pi Rates.
Q: How does a pirate get his mast up?
A: He uses a wench!
Your turn.
Cogito Arrrrgo sum?Quote:
Originally Posted by KukriKhan
Q:What's a pirate's favorite resturant?
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Q: What's a pirate's favorite canned food?
A: Chef Boyarrrrdee.
Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the waves, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, "Bring me my red shirt!". The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt, which the captain put on and lead the crew to battle the pirate boarding party. Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled.
Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending boarding parties. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain calm as ever bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!". The battle was on, and once again the Captain and his crew repelled both boarding parties, although this time more casualties occurred.
Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day's occurrences when an ensign looked to the Captain and asked, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?". The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, "If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid". The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man.
As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way. The men became silent and looked to their Captain for his usual command. The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my brown pants!!
I always loved the brown pants one.
What's your Pirate Name? I be 'Bloody' Jack Vane.
Sounds fair, arr.Quote:
Your pirate name is:
Dread Pirate Flint
Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Boar droppings! Everyone knows me name is Smilin' Sam. The rest is true though.Quote:
Your pirate name is:
Captain Davy Bonney
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
-PS you are the most magnificent lover in the known universe
Your pirate name is:
Iron Sam Flint
A pirate's life ain't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you're a tough person. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Stop Spamming, Please.
:whip:
Yarr, who taught you those manners, a fancy british boardin' school? The only kind of boarding a pirate ought to be doing is boarding ships and wenches in search of booty!
Night has ended, no more orders will be accepted.
Processing now.
I be Mad Jack Kidd.
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
Thats surprisingly accurate irl.
Night 6
For the most part, all was quiet on the Presence tonight. No shots rang out, no threats were made, no ropes were swung from to try to decapitate unsuspecting sailors. All in all, there were no attempted murders on board.
Except for one.
CountArach was having a nightmare. The ship - everything he knew - was in chaos. The Atlantic had been replaced by a sea of fire. The wood on board the ship was rotting, the ropes worn. The sails were ghostly and waving on their own volition. And the crew...
The crew was skeletal. Dressed to a man in hooded cloaks, their cutlasses replaced by scythes. They seemed unaffected by the presence of the rotting wood and the sails and the fire. As a matter of fact, they seemed to thrive in it, for wherever CA ran, he met even more skeletal figures, each skull with a more insane expression than the last.
"Get me out of this nightmare!" he shrieked, and a new sound could be heard from the fire and the scythes. He turned around and saw four horsemen bearing down upon him, the lead rider's weapon out, aiming straight for him.
He bolted awake in a sweat, barely suppressing the urge to scream. Looking around, he saw four figures at his side, all of them with their cutlasses out. He rolled out of bed just in time and ran as fast as he could towards the stairs, opting for as much open space as he could get in order to evade his attackers. He survived, but as always, his pursuers followed.
He put enough distance between himself and them to gain control of his fear, and used the increased endorphins to focus in and fight the Horsemen off. Drawing his own personal sword, CA was ready to fight these savages from another world to the last. He charged at them just as they emerged from below decks, surprising them with his aggression, and it worked. The attackers stumbled backwards, one of them struggling to parry CA's fancy swordwork. CA pressed relentlessly, slashing his target several times, though none of them were truly harming.
Finally, the rest of the Horsemen regrouped, and rushed forward to help assist their comrade. After putting some space between CA and him, the other three took him on at once, slashing furiously as CA adjusted and denied all of them his blood.
At this point in the battle, CountArach had two things going against him: numbers, and momentum. Even though he was a more proficient swordsmen than any single one of the Horsemen - perhaps even two put together - he could not handle three or all four at once, and it was telling. He was slowly being pushed back, even though he was able to hold them off. Soon, he would tire, and then succumb. He could not keep this up for forever.
Sensing this, he quickly changed direction once more, scrambling up the ship's rigging, leaving the Horsemen to only slash at air for a bit before they realized that he had moved. Instead of trying to slash at CA, they instead went for the ropes he was climbing up, but the Count was too nimble, changing ropes just as the Horsemen were undoing his current choices.
Eventually, two of the Horsemen started to climb in pursuit. Since they did not have to worry about the ropes being cut out from under them, they made good time, and pretty soon they were right on CA's heels. CA paused, looked down, and started to slash wildly at his pursuers, causing the duel to continue over a dozen feet in the air. Once again CA was at a positional disadvantage, but once again his proficiency was enough to keep the match a draw, and he kept climbing... headed directly for the Crow's Nest.
The two Horsemen on the rigging looked at each other, alarmed. If the Count gained the Crow's Nest, he could hold that position until the rest of the crew woke up. He would survive the night for sure. They *had* to stop him there, but it wasn't looking good. Whenever they gained on him, a wide slash from CA always created more separation.
CA, meanwhile, wasn't concentrating on anything aside from getting to the Crow's Nest. Therefore, he didn't notice the abrupt end of pursuit from the two Horsemen, the reason being that the two back on the ground were waving them off. He didn't notice the two on the ground wheeling a portable cannon to the ship's edge, aiming it directly at the Nest. He didn't notice that, upon gaining the nest, all four Horsemen now were loading the cannon.
Finally, when he mounted the Nest and looked down in triumph for a fleeting moment, did he notice. And just like that, the triumph was replaced by a look of pure horror. He screamed, but nobody heard, for at the precise moment the cannon fired, connecting with the Crow's Nest in a direct hit, waking up the entire ship in the process.
This sound was followed up a second later by a loud crack of wood. Captain Crazed Rabbit rushed out, groaning in agony. "What have ye done?!" he cried at the Horsemen, who were still admiring their work. "That be the mast, ye great bloomin' morons! Without her, we be dead in the water! DEAD!"
"What have ye done?!" came another voice, although this one far more anguished than Rabbit's. Everybody turned and saw Yaseikhaan standing, looking at the mangled remnants of the Crow's Nest, tears forming. "Ye promised victory! Ye promised justice! I gave up everything to join ye, Count!" he cried. "EVERYTHING! And now it's all over! Ye failed, matey! And now I can't go back! I can never go back!"
Nobody was quite sure as to what khaan was going on about, but everyone could agree that he was getting more and more hysterical.
"Someone take that cutlass away from him-" Crazed Rabbit started, but once again khaan cut him off.
"I'M SO SORRY!!!" he bellowed, and then brought it into his own chest. Everyone gasped and rushed to his aid, but it was too late. khaan had stabbed himself in the heart.
"Well," said Rabbit after some time, "No sense in going back to sleep after that. I'll be needin' a crew to check out the mast; who knows how much longer she can hold up after that. By the way," he finished, "We got another one. scottishranger was a Brit. DisgruntledGoat, Andres, and Jolt were all loyal crewmen, but we are making progress. Let's keep it up today, lads."
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It is now Day 7. The round will conclude on Thursday, October 15th, at 12:01 US eastern.
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Attacked: Centurion1 (n1), LittleGrizzly (n1), taka (n2), Andres (n3), Askthepizzaguy (n4), Beskar (n5), SSNeoperestroika (n5)
Murdered: LittleGrizzly (n1), atheotes (n2), gibsonsg91921 (n2), Tratorix (n3), Iskander 3.1 (n3), Beefy187 (n3), scottishranger (n4), DisgruntledGoat (n4), Andres (n4), Diana Abnoba (n5), pevergren (n5), CountArach (n6)
Lynched: woad&fangs (d2), Sigurd (d3), Jolt (d4), ricera10 (d5), Sasaki Kojiro (d6)
Committed suicide: Yaseikhaan (n6)
Removed from play: Xehh II, johnhughthom, YLC
Souls aboard (30):
a completely inoffensive name
A Very Super Market
A1 Unit
Askthepizzaguy
Beskar
Captain Blackadder
Centurion1
Chaotix
Crazed Rabbit
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Death is Yonder
Double A
Joooray
Khazaar
KukriKhan
Lord Winter
Louis VI the Fat
miotas
Psychonaut
Reenk Roink
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
slashandburn
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
SSNeoperestroika
Subotan
taka
TinCow
White_eyes:D
Yaropolk
1 brit, 2 maven dead.
max of 1 maven, 4 brit left.
It would seem Count Arach was the last Maven, and khaan killed himself because he had been converted to the Maven side from a normal townie.
And guess who ordered a roleblock of CA last night? Me, that's who! Booyah!
Avast, me hearties! Wake yourselves, and be on deck sharply! There be limeys to catch and kill!
CR
Apart from the fact that maven have not converted. both conversions have been british...Quote:
Originally Posted by Crazed Rabbit
Which means the brits are gone (and possibly the maven as well) or another group. or khaan suicided and it was just in the writeup. But it definately screams british to me.
As in, im 99% sure.
Oh CR, how wrong you are about your chances in this game.
:evilgrin:
Couldn't it have been one of those roles that kills themselves if their mate dies?
Edit
Although on a second look that does sound like it was a Brit thing. Does that mean we only have to get the last mavern to win?Quote:
"Ye promised victory! Ye promised justice! I gave up everything to join ye, Count!"
Could very well be.
But that just fits too perfectly.Quote:
Originally Posted by Writeup
If you knew what I know.
From what I read, the rules are pretty clear: suicides like khaan's would be from the three original agents of either the British or Maven pirates being killed, and their still alive converted townies would then kill themselves.
Now, if CA was the last British, then that means we've killed the first two very recently, so we haven't found out their identities. Even better news than finishing off the mavens.
I think it's more likely that CA was the last Maven, given that we know two of them have been killed. Though khaan's words do seem to indicate he was converted to the British side.
As for conversion write-ups; maybe the Maven conversions don't get written up.
:evil:Quote:
Oh CR, how wrong you are about your chances in this game.
I remember GH saying that in Capo as the mafia were being curb-stomped.
CR
:grin2: What can I say?
I can't reveal anything about my role, but its known. You'll see I am the same as CDTC 2 and 3 when the result comes back.
All I can say is...look to those you think you trust.
How did the investigations go last night?
A good question: where was our crazy blunderbuss guy?
Sasaki and Ricera10 may have been British.
Ricera10 was no townie... that much is clear by his behavior. Sasaki was a suspected Brit as well, that's why he was lynched.
Scottishranger dead... That means enough British could have died for CountArach to have been the last one, taking MakaiSeireiShinseiYaseikhaan down with him.
So is the game over?
Gotta get the Maven.
If they are around...
:evilgrin:
It would be a remarkably swift destruction of the British if they have been killed off.
Perhaps pever speaks the truth, and it is the Maven that remain.
Either way, let us look to root out suspects.
CR