Were you ever discharged under mysterious circumstances? ~:flirt:
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Were you ever discharged under mysterious circumstances? ~:flirt:
lol..Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
You don't want to know about my mysterious discharges.
Damn it!! Now you've got me doing it, I said all along we shouldn't allow wenches on board. Bloody tease.
Is that the first post you've made this whole game, navarro?
FoS: navarro
no, i voted no lynch, and at the moment i simply have no suspicions. A good investigator keeps his hears open wider than his mouth friend.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
He's a witch! Burn him!Quote:
Originally Posted by navarro951
Round has FINALLY ended *hates RL* write up to follow within the hour.
End Day Two
The second day since the Foreman had called for the meetings became intensely interesting when Sullivan Whitaker began to preach about something called "Random.Org" and how it's wisdom guided his actions.
"Truly, it is but a miracle that it has chosen me so as it's prophet! I shall bring the light of the RandomPope into this dark, cold mechanical world! Even if I don't want to and I think it's totally unfair, oh blessed be your most ineffable forsight my host of hosts, how I hate and depise thee as I most joyously spread your wisdom!"
Kadrn was quick to leap upon Sullivan and began to restrain him, along with a few other members of the crew. But Sullivan struggled back, laughing as he did so. "But can you not see how gracious he is, the bastard who strips away your very free will in the name of freedom, so warm and comforting his embrace is! Release me, for I must make myself a better target!"
Kadrn just hit Sullivan over the head harder. "Shut up you old fool! I knew it had to be someone like you, crazy as quantum physics. Foreman, do you have anything I can tie this guy up with so we ca-" Kadrn is thrown across the room as Sullivan gains a burst of prodigious strength, and producing a plasma cutter, dives at the Foreman with manical glee, quickly taking him hostage.
"DON'T NO ONE COME CLOSER! I suggest you all change your minds or you'll not hear a word of the great one, so undeserving of his iron steel grip of painful release!" The Foreman remained remarkably calm through his ordeal, and began to negotiate with Sullivan.
"Whitaker...Whitaker! Attention!"
"You do not order me filth! Yes sir, I serve the one true god!"
"I am not ordering you, I am asking you - spare my life, and you can preach your holy word."
"And so? What if I don't?"
"Then you die, for they will not let you live."
Sullivan looked across at the 14 stern, on edge faces, and decided that the Foreman's deal was a good one, and released him. As the Foreman twisted away from his captor, fixing his uniform as he did so, he looked over to John, and gave a nod that no one else saw.
Turning to the group, he pulled off his engineers cap and held it out. "Please put your vote into this here cap. Please ignore Sullivan as a choice for now, we will be handling him personally." The Foreman waited until each person had put their slip of paper into the hat, and then went back to the card table to sort and count them.
But halfway through, Kadrn and Smith broke out into heated argument.
"You know to much! How on earth could you gauge theres a cult aboard!"
"Now look here, I don't take to being insulted well, and I say there is a cult, how else can you explain Sullivans behavior, and the crap Alexis pulled from the cams last night?"
"Yea, so a cult so explains it! If there is one, I think your at the head of it!"
"Kadrn, you better start making sense...or I'll be revoking my fighting policy..."
"Bring it - you think you scare me little man?"
The Foreman was already up, the votes scattered upon the floor. "Enough, both of you!" Kadrn and Smith backed off, but it wasn't his words so much as his powerful presence that settled the dispute instantly. "I suggest you all return to your rooms - I'll announce the results over the loudspeaker."
With an inaudible sigh, since most were waiting for the exciting conclusion and hopefully seeing someone dragged off to be forgotten in the brig, everyone silently left the Rec Room, as the Foreman went back to the slips of scattered paper and began to recount in the dim light, alone.
An hour later, it was announced the crew had decided to let everyone go free.
No one has been lynched today - Begin Night Two
Free to go about their business
Askthepizzaguy
Tratorix
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Atheotos
Khazaar
Beskar
Iskander 3.1
Chaotix
Shinseikhaan
navarro951
johnhughthom
A Very Super Market
Yaropolk
White_Eyes:D
TheFlax
Those locked in the Brig
Those sucking Vacuum
Votes this round
The Flax - 1 (White Eyes)
Whites Eyes - 2 (Khaan, AVSM)
Chaotix - 5 (ATPG. John)
No Lynch - 5 (Iskander, Yaropolk, Chaotix, Navarro, Beskar)
ATPG - 1 (Tratorix)
Abstain - 3 (CDF, TheFlax, Atheotos)
Missing Votes
Khazaar
Any comments or corrections, please PM or post in thread.
I made mention that AVSM was to be replaced - however, I was mistaken, and I am sorry for my rudeness AVSM.
NIGHT ACTIONS PEOPLE! You have 24 hours!
Well, that was a very revealing write-up, I'd say. I had a feeling about white_eyes... perhaps we should've lynched him after all. Still, the previous write-up did point to him as innocent.
For those who wish to know, I am John Smith in the write-up.
YLC - could you do a summary thread for this game please? With all the name translations we have to do it's a pain to keep finding writeup posts.
The writeups don't mention a John SmithQuote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
There is a Smith in the writeup, incidentally. He was the feisty fellow arguing with me. It seems the writeup mirrors the events of the day phase.
As such, I'd like you less talkative, lurky types to start participating more so we can know your name.
Most of us are trying to get some profit out of this :daisy:-hole....
Precisely - every write up is a reflection of the phase it was written for.Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
you want me to talk more? on top of doing this stupid job? i dont get paid to talk...hah..why am i even answering you?Quote:
Originally Posted by Askthepizzaguy
You're answering me because you know how much I love an eloquent, well-spoken man. I'll see you in my quarters.
now that makes sense... the one thing that could possibly brighten up my life in this hellhole:eyebrows:
Akakios get your ass back to guard duties!!
Looks at Kadrn
And no witty comments from you about how attractive that ass is girlie...
*muffled reply*
Night has ended, write up commencing...
End Night Two...
Alexis sipped from her cup of coffee as her other hand danced across the keyboard, her eyes glued to the screen. Every last one had been switched to monitor Benedict Fawkes, who was sleeping peacefully in his room.
"Vit efar diztouhb jou thut ve are enfudeng hez prifucie?"
Alexis started at Jorg's entrance, and did a quick double take. "Jorg, are you drunk?" Her eyes drifted down the bottle at his side, half empty, and Alexis let out an audible sigh.
"Vhut? Ist dere soometing vrung aboot dreenkeng zat jou do nut leike?"
"Yes, Jorg, very wrong. You know the Foreman set requirements- Jorg stop drinking and listen!" Alexis made a grab for the bottle, but Jorg pulled away. "I du nut shtup you vrum ghetteng druonk, vhj do you shtop me?"
"Because Jorg, the- you know what, screw it. I'm off tonight, have fun Jorg."
"Dunt gu, you meiss ze puhtee!"
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John Jenkins sat watching the fax machine expectantly as Akakios snored lazily off to the side in the Head of Security's office. "Come on baby, come to papa! Any minute now! Annnnnyyyy....AKAKIOS, stop snoring, for the love of the almighty, you could wake the dead!"
Akakios shook himself awake. "My snoring wouldn't be an issue if you would just give up and finally get to sleep yourself, instead of just sitting there like a dog waiting for a treat - Earth Colony will most likely send it tomorrow." Akakios waited for a bit, but still Jenkins refused to move. "You want me to go get some candles and we can hold a vigil, or would you rather just enshrine the fax machine boss?"
"See, I am in far tooo good a mood for you to ruin it Ak. I could just imagine what the Terran Galactic Marine Corp would do to you, and I fall asleep to such thoughts."
"I am glad my possible suffering amuses you."
"Oh, but it does, it does...HA!"
Jenkins roared with pride as the machine finally began spitting out a report, and with enthusiasm, Jenkins ripped it from the machine. However, his face quickly became a contortion of puzzlement.
"What in the hell does 'Khaan is made of Ponded ducks' have to do with the file I requested?"
Akakios burst out laughing as he struggled his way out of the room to find his bed, his night made as he left Jenkins in wonderment.
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Tiberius Kelly was settling down for the night, checking his door to make sure the autolock was on, and getting his work clothes out for tomorrows shift. As Kelly went about his chores, his eyes drifted to a row of pictures of his family. "Oh, I can't wait to get home and see you guys. Don't worry darling, I'll make it in time - just got to be rid of this fool who thinks it's funny to break our equipment."
Kelly quickly reached over and gave each picture a kiss, his hearting warming to the thought of seeing his family once more. As he finished his chores and crawled into bed, his lights dimmed, and then went completely out. Kelly sat up in bed, fear suddenly gripping him. "Who...who's there! Answer me!"
The only reply was a flash of silver and a thud as a knife pierced Kelly's skull, killing him instantly. A figure from the darkness approached the lifeless body of Kelly, and lit an archaic match, and tossed it upon Kelly's bed. "Just to make sure."
As the door to Kelly's room opened and closed behind the intruder, the flames began to engulf the bed, and the night stand where the family photo's stood. Higher and higher the flames licked, until the glass cracked from the heat and the hungry flames dived in and began to warp, blister, and devour it's meal.
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John Smith sat up late during the night, reading a book on advanced particle physics. So totally engrossed was he, he did not notice the intruder in his room, sitting across from him, cognac in hand, feet crossed and body relaxed.
"Evening, Mr.Smith"
John nearly jumped out of his skin and fell to the floor, but just as quickly righted himself and backed away into a corner. Horror gripped him and prevented him from saying anything further as he looked upon the creature that tried to look human, sitting in the chair.
Taking a sip, the intruder continued. "Do you know that human emotion is a wondrous thing? To feel is such an incredible thing, you would die if it were to go missing had you experienced it for so long. I could never live without my emotions, could you Mr.Smith?"
Taking a final sip, the intruder set his glass to the side and reached over into smiths overcoat and pulled out a small bottle of medication. "For emotional stability...bah! Doctors now a days, robbing everyone of their feelings, both good and bad, and oh do we need the bad, even more so then the good. For how else are we to affirm our existence, or that their is such a thing as good, if we do not have the bad? Don't you agree, Mr.Smith?"
"I understand Mr.Smith, this is all quite sudden, but I've taken a personal interest in you, and I want to see you do well, take you under my wing. So, since your having such a wonderful time, I'd thought I'd balance things out for you and make your time that much sweeter - you'll thank me in the the end Mr.Smith. They always do."
And with that, both the thing that should not be, and the bottle of pills, slowly dissipated into a thick, chocking smog and oozing ichor. A laugh echoed through the room, and John looked around with a panicked filled eye.
As his heart rate returned to normal, John began to question whether or not it had been a dream, and he reached over and pulled himself back up into bed, pulling the covers close. "Just a dream, a really, really fu-"
Billowing with sudden energy, the sheets flapped open, razor sharp teeth lining the undercover, and it spoke with a childish glee of a 6 year old. "I'll be watching too! Have fun and don't let the bed bugs bite! Om, nom, nom, nom!"
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Serik Zoltánfi was wandering the halls, searching for Benedict's room. "Ziss is terribul, I ahm su tutally lost...how deid ziss happen? I thuht I wuld knuw my way aroun here by nuw, but uf coarse...Sekshun B, Sek- vell, ello thar."
Serik stood face to face with a walking pile of bedsheets. Akward silence pervaded the room as both seemed to stare at each other...well, Serik at least thought it was staring at him.
"Kahn I heulp you?"
The sheets jittered about meaninglessly and Serik began to wonder about why he was talking to a pile of sheets, until it finally answered back.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOOOODDD, WRARARGARRGARRA!" It said as it leapt upon Serik and began to rip and tear at him, Serik screaming in agony. Death came slowly for Serik, for Serik had always been a fighter...or Death got stuck in interstellar traffic. The world may never know.
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As the crew gathered in the morning, they were shocked to see all of the food canisters in the mess hall on the floor, arranged to spell out a message in Braille.
"Come on down, and welcome to the Fiery Pits of the Foreman's Arms! How may we spill your guts today? You've been culled from the delectable selection of rock-eating cheese miners to be my new whimsical playthings- I mean, ugly smunderlings!Please don't mind the windshield wipers all over the ceiling, my parrot left them there while distributing street lamps amongst the undead skeletons. Now, everybody report to a room that has the letter "O" in its name for your spinal twistings, and don't pay any attention to the man behind the curtain! He's only there to jump out and stab you with a rusty spoon if you're too obedient. Happy Birthday!"
Free to go about their business
Askthepizzaguy
Tratorix
Cultured Drizzt Fan
Atheotos
Iskander 3.1
Chaotix
Shinseikhaan
navarro951
johnhughthom
A Very Super Market
Yaropolk
White_Eyes:D
TheFlax
Those locked in the Brig
Those sucking Vacuum
Khazaar
Beskar
Votes this round
Missing Votes
Begin Day Three...
Please stand by for feedback PM's.
Vote: tratorix
why? because that is what the dice gods say.
I am willing to bet he is a agent of the ECD!!!!! :furious3::furious3::furious3:
YLC had too much fun in killing me. :cry:
Hm...Interesting now CDF is voting using random.org as well...
YLC - Tratorix's in game name is Tratorix?
Fixed :beam:Quote:
Originally Posted by Yaropolk
2 people voting using random.org and 2 kills...could be related, could be coincidence. If its the former then there appears to be a cult leader among us who doesnt kill, only converts, and crazies who he converted. As far as we know CDF is Colbert Daniellson and White Eyes is Sullivan (missed the first name if someone has it) which doesn't match up with conversion writeups:
First day "Jesse" was wigged out by a lady in black
2nd day I dont see a conversion, just John Smith (Chaotix) getting his meds taken away...
Your thoughts gentlemen?
FOS CDF
FOS White Eyes
Edit: and today I remembered to wear my titanium gorget, so no funny stuff WhiteEyes!
While we're getting drunk at night, people are dying. What kind of madness is this?
Unvote: Tratorix Vote: Yaropolk
the gods have spoken to me once again
Ummmmm, yes. Well I guess that makes me three for three, I´m not running well lately...
And my death???? Killed by Bedsheets? @§!*+#_.
Vote: Navarro
Speak up lad, or forever hold your peace.