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HA! Revenge for the Chicago Soiree! I knew it would come to this.
Go ahead and vote for me, and become too eager to suspect me. It's poetic justice, I suppose.
That being said, it's not the best townie strategy to let previous games affect this one. And killing me won't shut me up, I will remind you.
You read too much into too little. I have no intentions of voting for you at the moment.
I read too much into everything. And I'm sure of the things I read too much into, even when I shouldn't be.
Or had you forgotten? :laugh2:
Edit: and it's not "shortage of activity" I'm discussing, but rather the fact that I won't actually be online at all probably during the entire next voting phase, but I will try. That's different from, say, post count, which mine is always insane whether I am here or not.
I wish I'd noticed this before sign ups closed...
I'm always hunting for players. If you like I can send you an invite when a game similar to this setup comes up.
I have a reputation for themed games, but I also have some basic ones needing players.
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Thanks, but I wanted to join this game for nostalgic reasons mainly. GH and I were Csar's (now Ichigo I think) mafioso. It was fantastic fun! :evil:
Back to topic, the Godfather is...
Ichigo must be the Godfather, then. :idea2:
Ta daa! Solved it!
Ouch, Myrd, I would have loved to have had you. I can put you down as a replacement in case someone gets Wogged, if you want*.
*you'll be third in line though, probably.
I wonder if Myrddraal will get killed by the mafia for posting in this thread, like what happened in this game...
Who's gonna clean up the mess after it? You? :inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by LittleGrizzly
I call for a public hanging. :hanged:
LOL Myrddraal got killed by the mafia and wasn't even in the game. :laugh2:
I will have to do that in a future game to pay homage to the greatest mafioso ever to have lived; ScottishRanger. He's such a bad mother he even takes down people who are TRULY innocent.
:medievalcheers: that one deserves a beer. Especially the triple lynch ending where all the innocent people killed themselves and the mafia just kind of stood there like... huh?
I humbly suggest Garrote or the Algerian Hook.
Algerian hook is too disgusting for my liking, can't we think of a more humane way of killing the victims... :no:
Feed them too much pizza until they die.
Beat them to death with 6 seven shaped metal bars
Feed them too much pizza shaped like sevens until they die.
And the toppings must include pork, lamb, chicken, and Beefy.
Death by too much sex? Humane enough? :laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Quintus.JC
:yes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Rythmic
Ok, I've literally been here for over 10 hours waiting for day to start.
Seriously, I wouldn't bother unless I intended to be here when voting began. I am trying, you naysayers. You... you... naysayers who say nay, like all naysayers say. Naysayers I say! Nay!!! Nay to you, naysayers!!! Have a taste of your own naysayings!!!
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And I agree, Rythmic, death by snoo-snoo makes sense. I'll call up the women from the planet Amazonia and they can come break all your pelvises, and if they have time, snoo-snoo the mafia too.
I call the tall women. I always wanted to be snoo-snoo'ed by the tall women.
I do not Naysay, I say Nei!
I will say "Ni" at you until you find me a shrubbery.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
Ni!
I think we should begin by asking each person in turn a question - if they guess correctly, they must be innocent...
ATPG, what, is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Fair enough, however I have considered the possibility that some the players might be under the age of 6, so a more infant-friendly method is ought to be put in place. Public hanging didn't have much detrimental effect on kids, as you will recall that 19th century slums in East London was considered to be one of the safest place on earth. :book:Quote:
Originally Posted by Rythmic
If I ever get lynched, please let that be the method for me to die. :bow:Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
Okay guys, there's in-game chatter and then there's blatant spam. Please don't cross that line. :bow:
Sorry GH, it's rare I have someone to banter back and forth with about the Holy Grail and have more then just myself laughing
:bow:
It depends on whether it's an African or European swallow.
*is beaten to death with rubber chickens, and excuses himself because it's nearly 1pm and I really DO need to be going.*
Less spam next time, because the game will have really begun with votes and such for lynches. No more spam, I promise. Not even a reference to the spam song. Blast! Too late.
Tootles.
You are all wrong! My execution method is so horrific and cruel that when you see it, you will gouge your own eyes out!!!
MUHAHAHAHA!
Night 1
After shlin28 started settling into his new job as the chief of police, everyone in the Gameroom prepared to go home. Most of the people were excited at the upcoming changes under shlin28’s protection and had bright hopes for the future. Only Tincow refused to leave and was determined to get his rightful position as the protector of the social order.
Tratorix was driving home after the election results when he noticed a poster featuring a particularly attractive girl calling for change we can believe him.
“Huh,” he said, “That was exactly what I was just thinking about earlier during the elections.”
After a while, though, Tratorix started getting bored and was going to get back into his car when he noticed another poster across the street also calling for change we can believe him, but featuring another attractive girl.
As Tratorix approached the poster, something else caught his attention: a dusty poster plastered on a wall in the nearby alley.
When he first reached the dusty poster, he couldn’t see anything. Only after brushing off all of the dust did he realize that it was actually a picture of some unknown masked man eating a baby, just like Tincown had accused shlin28 of.
Horrified by such an image, Tratorix immediately backed away, but then tripped on a pothole. He fell backwards right onto a conveniently placed knife that was held upright with epoxy. The knife went straight through his lungs.
As Tratorix lied on the ground, gasping for air and slowly bleeding to death, he heard a rustling noise. He wasn’t able to turn his head very fast on account of his knife wound, but he managed to see a dark figure running out of the alley.
CountArach was very happy with the election of shlin28 to the post of Chief of Police. So happy in fact, that he even left the front door of his home unlocked without being afraid of a burglary.
"With Shlin28 as Chief of Police, we have nothing to worry about!" He said contently to himself and went to bed.
However, that night proved him dead wrong. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he noticed a shadow move past his window. "Must be the neighbors," he thought to himself and went back to sleep. Then, however, he slowly heard his door open. Alerted by someone’s presence, he shouted "who's there?" but there was no answer, as if the wind blew open the door.
"It must have been the wind," CountArach nervously laughed.
As he was walking towards the door he felt something stuffed into his mouth and quickly realized it was a wad of cloth soaked in methanol. His eyes went blurry and he fell on a carefully placed knife that was held upright with epoxy.
Being under the effects of the methanol, he hardly felt the knife slicing through his Kidneys. Right before he closed his eyes for the last time, he saw a Shadow run out of his doorway into the night.
After some time, both of these murders were reported to the Gameroom's new Chief of Police shlin28, who, sitting in his shiny new office, pondered what to do. And he pondered. And pondered. Then his new "Chief's assistant", clad only in a stunning black bikini, brought in champagne and the finest of caviar. As he licked the champagne off her bare stomach, he pondered some more. And then, in a flash of inspiration, he figured out what to do.
"Aha!" he said. "In a flash of inspiration, I have figured out what to do!"
He soon visited each and every individual house, on the way passing by the guy in the park with the jukebox blasting out "Karn Evil 9, First Impression, Part 2" by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, and, of course, the nude juggler on the unicycle.
"All right, people," he said when everybody had gathered, firing a couple more shots in the air for posterity, "Looks like we've got some bad guys on our hands. Now, despite the similarity in kill methods, I'm reasonably certain that they were two separate murders. And since my force is not yet large enough to solve this the usual way, you're going to vote to see who did it. After all, you made such an excellent choice yesterday by hiring me, I fully trust in your ability to go two-for-two. The person with the most votes will be lynched."
"How exactly will they be lynched?" someone shouted out in the crowd.
"Yeah! We want a cool death!" People in the crowd started excitedly talking about how their chosen target would die.
"Patience, people," said shlin. "For my first lynching, I've brought out a classic." He pulled on a rope, and out of nowhere appeared a giant tank filled with water and certain living organisms.
"Sharks with frickin' lasers!" he exclaimed to the delighted crowd. "Aren't they lovely? Anyway, get voting!!!"
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Still alive: (26)
Ichigo
shlin28
YLC
777Ares777
Andres
seireikhaan
TevashSzat
Quintus.JC
Lord Winter
Rythmic
White_eyes:D
Chaotix27
Sigurd
Reenk Roink
glyphz
boudica
187Beefyz
taka
Seamus Fermanagh
Jolt
LittleGrizzly
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Ignoramus
Askthepizzaguy
TinCow
Sasaki Kojiro
Killed:
Tratorix
CountArach
Vote : Sasaki
It's a tradition :shrug:
:scared:Quote:
Originally Posted by shlin28
Is that the worst you can think of? :sweatdrop:Quote:
Originally Posted by GeneralHankerchief
Vote: Abstain