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The ghost of choxorn takes up residence in one of the stripped cars, and attempts to move it. It rolls slightly downhill.
That was gravity.Quote:
Originally Posted by Choxorn
Make it move uphill and then we'll talk. BTW your sheets smell funky.
The ghost of choxorn goes to Paradise City to seek a bath.
You put sheets in a washing machine, not a bathtub. Weirdo.Quote:
Originally Posted by Choxorn
Actually, washing machines are banned in the Republic, because they have been used historically by dirty collectivists to hide bombs and child soldiers. Often at the same time.
Anyone caught in possession of a washing machine is usually subject to lifetime imprisonment.
It all stems from the law which prohibited collectivists from meeting in public places, so they had to make covert message exchanges at the local laundromat instead.
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Anyone caught in possession of a washing machine is usually subject to lifetime imprisonment.
NIGHT 1
Zack was sleeping pretty tightly. Actually, he was usually a light sleeper but in this case somebody had bashed him with a blunt instrument, put a bag over his head, tied his hands behind his back, and then dragged him outside. So he was sleeping quite tightly indeed.
A sharp slap to the face woke him back up again.
“Any last words, you bourgeois scum?”
“Oh, no! This is the part where you guys eat me, isn’t it? I knew coming to this town was a bad idea!”
“Wait, what? No! You’re being executed for your crimes against the Coldensk Union!”
“Oh, good. That I can deal with. What were my crimes again?”
“You have helped to perpetuate the disgusting capitalist ideals of your beloved Republic.”
“Hey man, I was just doing my job.”
“Don’t try to defend yourself! This is an execution, not a trial!”
“Well, you DID ask me for my last words. Here they are: banana, banana. Also, you can’t kill me. I was immortal in a past life.”
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I can’t listen to this drivel any longer!”
“I bet half the crew heard you, though. Better kill me fast, Coldy!”
The Coldenskian spy cursed under his breath, then quickly slit Zack’s throat and bolted.
He vowed to never again be made a mockery of by a man he was about to kill.
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It was cold outside, and he was tired, but The King couldn’t sleep; instead, he was out stargazing, leaning against an old tree that was long dead. Without much light pollution out here in the wilderness (Paradise’s lights all went out at midnight), there were many, many stars to gaze at. He imagined a little starship flitting between those stars, having adventures much like the one he was on here. If only they had continued the space program far enough before the Great War…
The King couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him – someone unfriendly. Of course, this whole town seemed a little too friendly, if you asked The King. A whole town full of people who took in large groups of visitors, fed and sheltered them with no cost? There was no such thing in today’s world. Something was up with these people.
Of course, something was also up with The King – namely, his neck. Before he even knew what was happening, somebody had already thrown a lasso around it and was hoisting him up underneath a tree limb. The King choked and sputtered and struggled, but there was nothing he could do.
“So, you call yourself ‘The King’, eh?”
Not surprisingly, The King was unable to respond to his captor.
“You must be very daring… or very foolish. There is no place for monarchs in the Collectivist Revolution! In Coldensk, we burned all of the nobility in effigy before we cut their throats. You, I am thinking we will just burn.”
The Coldenskian infiltrator lit a match and then pressed it to The King’s pant leg until it caught fire. Then he began to walk away, leaving The King with the dual discomfort of being choked and on fire at the same time.
“Having fun, Darth Feather?”
Darth Feather jumped three feet into the air. He looked for where he thought the voice had come from, but he couldn’t see anyone in this darkness.
“Wh-who are you? How did you know it was me?”
The spy had been wearing a yellow neckerchief to cover most of his face, after all.
“Followed you from the bunk house. You’re in a lot of trouble now, you know. You didn’t think you could just leave The King there alone and get away with it, did you?”
“Stop… stay back!”
“Now, now, look at him! He just wants you to hang out with him!”
Darth Feather tried to make a run for it, but he soon found a rope around his neck as well. He grasped with his hands and tried to break free, but oddly enough they kept sticking to the rope and he couldn’t do anything. Soon, he was hoisted up right next to The King, who was burning pretty steadily at this point. Then a sharp pain pierced his chest and he felt his life ebbing away…
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In the morning, the rest of the workers woke up. In chains. The jovial woman dropped by the bunk house to pick them all up, pleasant as ever.
“Ah, there you all are. I trust you slept well? Very good, because that means it’s time for breakfast!”
“Hey, what’s the deal with the chains here, lady?”
“Why, we said we would have you for breakfast! What did you think we meant?”
The jovial woman then burst out into some very disconcerting and cacophonous laughter.
“It’s a good thing you boys came along when you did. Our monthly shipment from the Snow Man is long overdue, and we were getting pretty hungry here. I was afraid we might have to resort to buying from that revolting farm! Now, I promise we shall feast soon, but first there are some friends of yours we need to check up on.”
The woman and her underlings (who were quite smelly) lead the group out into the sunlight, where they found three dead co-workers. The body of Zack had been dragged out from where it was found and left under the tree with the two hanged men.
In the daylight, Darth Feather’s visage behind the yellow neckerchief was clear. What was also clear was that he had not been hanged with rope – instead, it looked like a thick black string. More curious was the red-and-white striped spear sticking through his chest. Many of the workers gasped at the sight.
“Whatever you boys were trying to do, you sure botched it up. One’s all dried out, the next overcooked, and this last one? A tasteless display, if you ask me.”
The jovial woman might have continued lecturing them, but one of her smunderlings ran up to her, alarmed.
“Miss Helga, me and Johnny just both counted all of them here. There was 26 of ‘em when they got here, and three are dead, but I only counted 19! And Johnny counted 18. That means on average we are missing at least 6 of them!”
“What? Search the town. FIND THEM!”
“I believe that won’t be necessary.”
Foreman Chaotix had arrived with his on-average six workers that had managed to escape. He had his collapsible rifle pointed right at Miss Helga and his trusty gas mask over his face (he had actually been wearing this gas mask for most of the trip so far, and only took it off once or twice to “breathe in the fresh air”), and the rest of them had taken other firearms from the town as well. The smunderlings drew their guns immediately and a standoff ensued.
“We outnumber you, but you could cause a lot of trouble for us, that’s for sure. Let’s make a deal here.”
“I’m listening.”
“We’ll let you go. Unharmed. In return, you have to leave one person behind. Nobody else gets hurt. What do you say?”
“It seems we don’t have a choice. Workers, get voting. If we’ve gotta leave a man behind, let’s make sure it’s one of them Coldies. We’ve also got to decide where to go. To the east, it gets a lot colder. The west looks greener.”
BEGIN DAY 2
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Alive: 22
Arjos
Askthepizzaguy
autolycus
BSmith
Csargo
Double A
dcmort93
edse
Elite Ferret
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ironside
Ishmael
Jarema
Jolt
LazyMcCrow
Makrell
Montmorency
Riedquat
robbiecon
TinCow
Visorslash
White_eyes:D
Not Alive: 4
Choxorn - Should've said he was a witch.
Zack - Will probably be reincarnated as a Space Whale.
The King - Is probably wishing he was still called Ibn Khaldun.
Darth Feather - Never liked licorice much anyway.
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Lynch Vote in Black.
Choice Vote in Red. The choices are Snow Man’s Land or Greener Pastures.
This round will last roughly 40 hours due to me not wanting to do another write-up at 2:00 AM my time. I'll have a timer up shortly.
Foreman Chaotix's Handy Dandy Swiss Army Wristwatch:
Okay I'll just go ahead and claim credit for that kill on the Feathery One. As I sort of alluded to in another game. Insert shifty eye smiley face here.
Vigilantism. It's a living.
So, perhaps that doctor protection. Yes.
Also I might be making a rather ill-advised gamble. There may not be a doctor.
So..... yay slash whoops.
DISCUSSION BEGIN NOW
Darn it. From beyond the grave I curse you. The union will be victorious.
This is the second game where I die on night 1!! :dizzy2: I guess I should change my name back...
And Darth Feather .. :brood: .. I'll be watching you!
So what's your win condition this time Batman? You may have killed a mafia, but your red text looks decidedly Joker-ish rather than caped crusader.Quote:
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vote: ATPG
vote: Greener Pastures
I was trying to hit TinCow I just missed due to the avatar similarity
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
vote: Greener Pastures
vote: Monty
for voting 4th on the lynch the other day, perhaps to protect his own scumbuddies?
Vote: Snow man land
Coldenskians might dwell in colder pastures, but they sure aint snowmen
How being fourth, when the runner-up had two votes, is of help to anyone?
Vote: Snow Man's Land, write-up mentioned a shipment from there, maybe we can hijack it...
Vote: Jolt
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I do not beliebe we have jokers in this game
therefore, vote: ATPG
and go to the green land
Snow Man’s Land
And why would you say such a thing ATPG? my first thought reading the write-up was that it was a serial-killer role taking out Darth Feather. And claiming vigilante and asking for protection? If you hadn't claimed it you wouldn't need protection.
I believe you are suicidal.
Vote: Jolt
Agreed. unvote: ATPG - Such public displays of attempting to avoid death might spell out a keen desire for it. Or maybe that's the double bluff he's playing. In any case (of vintage wine) he certainly seems more Joker than Batman to me. But edse - why the vote on Jolt? You're the second person to vote him without reason.Quote:
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uhm :thinking: I predicted a wagon on Pizza and decided to start a counter-wagon. That's a good reason, isn't it? :creep:Quote:
Originally Posted by LazyMcCrow
Are you ever a normal townie ATPG?
Looked more like a serial killer to me, what with the red text and all. Either way, why reveal? What does that gain you or the town? What made you go after Darth Feather?
I feel like this is gonna be one of those games where ATPG's odd reveal distracts the town for the whole game, so I will:
vote:ATPG
vote:Greener Pastures because green is the greatest colour ever.
I don't believe you guys. It's obvious that Pizza is a vigilante on odd days and the Godfather on even ones.
Man, if I hadn't been playing Pokemon, I could've said they were really candy people and then my crossover fanfic would finally be complete, because someone would actually have written it.Quote:
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hmm. well your prediction was correct anyway.
Would be hilarious if Jolt was lynched.
However, Makrell's post needs attention. Vote: Makrell
Vote: Ice Ice Baby
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I think we should seek greener pastures.
As for the lynch, I believe ATPG that he vig'd Darth Feather, although it'd be nice to know why he chose DF, as TinCow has asked above me.
I'd like to go to greener pastures.
I'll also Vote: Abstain