The Onion Queen

There once was a queen. She was no ordinary queen, for she was an onion. And her subjects, they were onions as well. One day, one of the onions turned cannibalistic, and began eating the other onions. Not even the queen could tell the onions apart, so she was forced to take action in the form of a lynch comittee. As she rounded up the suspicious onions, she secretly threw in one of her happy keeper onions to try to determine which onion had gone bad.

Roles:

---The Onion Queen - nonplayable
---Onion - 5 - Pretty much just a townie. You can vote, and thats about all. You win when the Bad Onion is caught or killed. The onion queen is a regular onion, btw.
---Happy Keeper - 1 - A Cop, essentially. You can vote in the day phase, and at night you get to investigate another onion. If you find the bad onion, you win.
---Bad Onion - 1 - The Killer. You can vote in the day phase, and at night, you may eat another onion. You win when the Happy Keeper and The Onion Queen have been eaten.

Rules:

---24-ish Hour Phases
---No posting Beyond the grave, dead onions cant talk
---.........that's it?


Players - 7 out of 7
Prole
Brave
gibsons
Caius
Andres
Shlin
Sarathos

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In!

that's six baby, one more!

Woah, Last!

Welll...I suppose that I could let the game begin...

The Onion Queen's Chief surveyed the small assemblage of suspects before him, as, naturally, she is not expected to do such things herself. He looked at them, and, at the time of no shadows, he hopped off the log. "You vote other. One dies when light gone. Tell Queen vote now, Queen want vote." At that, he scurried over to his queen.

Begin day 1 and the vote.

Vote: Caius

Caius is an Italian Roman name, perfect for spaghetti and meatball votes. HEYO

Quote:

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Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921

Vote: Caius

Caius is an Italian Roman name, perfect for spaghetti and meatball votes. HEYO

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:shame:

Vote:Brave, Welcome.

Vote : Proletariat

For spamming with the scissors-paper-rock game in Netherworld mafia.

Vote: Sarathos

Unvote : Proletariat ; Vote : gibsons

He basically admitted that his Caius vote was meatballing.

Unvote: Sarathos, Vote: Shlin For not voting yet

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Andres

Unvote : Proletariat ; Vote : gibsons

He basically admitted that his Caius vote was meatballing.

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All of our votes are meatballs, silly. And mine had spaghetti!

I love spaghetti :yes:

Unvote : gibsons

Vote : shlin28

He seems the type that doesn't like spaghetti. Talk :whip: Why don't you like spaghetti?

Vote: gibsons

For forgetting about the Swedish. (meatballs)

What can I say, I'm part Norwegian.

There's a reason I didn't vote, its called school ~:mecry:

Vote Andres

For bandwagonning

Quote:

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Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921

Vote: Caius

Caius is an Italian Roman name, perfect for spaghetti and meatball votes. HEYO

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I know I'm not part of this game, but around here we used to call that MEATBALLING...

Haha I won't deny that, sister.

Unvote ; Vote : Kommodus

For not being part of this game :smash:

Unvote: Shlin, Vote: Andres For enjoying spaghetti during a mozzarella scare. Quite scummy.

Mozzarella scare

Vote:gibsons

Yo mate. I'm roman and bald, so you STILL look me for lynching?

Current Tally:

Prole:0
Brave:1
gibsons:2
Caius:1
Andres:2
Shlin:0
Sarathos:1


Far from decided :smash:

That tally is incorrect.

Current Tally:

Caius - 1 - gibsons
Brave - 1 - Sarathos
gibsons - 2 - Brave, Caius
Andres - 2 - Shlin, Prole
meh - 1 - Andres (you should not vote against those not playing, but the vote still counts, so it will be strewed to "meh")

Tie between gibsons and Andres. Next voted will die.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Motep

That tally is incorrect.

Current Tally:

Caius - 1 - gibsons
Brave - 1 - Sarathos
gibsons - 2 - Brave, Caius
Andres - 2 - Shlin, Prole
meh - 1 - Andres (you should not vote against those not playing, but the vote still counts, so it will be strewed to "meh")

Tie between gibsons and Andres. Next voted will die.

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Within the next twelve hours, or neither of them will die.

Unvote ; Vote : gibsons

:sweatdrop:

EDIT: What I said here may have been illegal, so I retract it.

Way to post a minute after I get off, Andres.

The Chief onion looked around suspiciously at the onions around him, shocked that could reach a conclusion at all, as usually, onions are very stubborn and uncooperative. He sighed dramatically as he tallied the votes, and he was surprised at who was selected to die. "Ne (gibsons), you die. Sun gone now, time for die." At this, ne's face went rather pale. "I no die! I Happy Keeper!" He tried to run, but the chief ignored his protests, and, grabbing up a ceremonial blade of grass, summarily chopped the happy keeper in twain. "Go home. Day over. Have sleep."

Tally:
Caius - 1 - gibsons
Brave - 1 - Sarathos
gibsons - 3 - Brave, Caius, Andres
Andres - 2 - Shlin, Prole

Rotten ones (deceased):
-Lynched:
---gibsons - Happy Keeper - Ne
-Lunched:



You heard the onion, begin night 1.

Er... did we just kill the happy keeper?

Quote:

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Originally Posted by shlin28

Er... did we just kill the happy keeper?

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:grin2:

Good one guys. I said that I was Happy Keeper in the post I edited, but I edited it 'cause I wasn't sure if I could.

I love the cute dialogue, though.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by shlin28

Er... did we just kill the happy keeper?

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Quote:

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Originally Posted by Motep

:grin2:

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Well, now we are stuffed.

Quite.

Well, I have all of the night's orders, so there is no use in delaying the day.

Qui was moving slowly down the age-worn path, assesing the situation the best he could. "Happy Keeper gone, Bad Onion eat friends safe". It was almost midnight now, and the worn onion was wilted with exhaustion. "Onions not meant long uppers", he mused as he sank down. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a rustle a few feet from where he sat. "Who?" he cried, starting down the path. But another onion impeded his path. "Qui no flee. He feed me!" At this, the onion canibalized his fellow, and made a hasty retreat.

The next morning, the Chief guarded his place on the stump with petty pride. "Qui no here, he food then." The rest of the asembled onions looked shocked, but one of their number was merely pretending.

Begin day two and said vote

Rotten ones (deceased):
-Lynched:
---gibsons - Happy Keeper - Ne
-Lunched:
---Andres - Onion - Qui

That's what he gets for dooming the town! lol

Quote:

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Originally Posted by gibsonsg91921

That's what he gets for dooming the town! lol

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You, dead, be still.

Man, this is going down hill fast. First the detective is lynched and now Andres is dead. Not kool :shame:

Vote: Prole

Instinct :idea2:

Sorry gibs, I voted you out of self preservation. I was sure about my innocence, not about yours :shrug:

...only one person voted...

Well...

The Chief was sleeping on the log when one of his onionlings tapped him. he started from the lag, and had hidden on the other side before he realised that the voting mjst be concluded for them to wake him so. He went around to the other side and grabbed up the ballot. Confused, he looked around for a while, trying to find another vote, but, the one vote was all there was. He took up the ceremonial blade of grass, and drove it through his own chest. The other onion gathered around, and were shocked to find that the their chief was female, and merely hiding the fact from them. The Queen was forced to take up the duty as chief, so she glared at all present. "Go bed." With that, she went to her home.

Tally
prole - 1 - shlin

Rotten ones (deceased):
-Lynched:
---gibsons - Happy Keeper - Ne
---prole - Onion - Chief
-Lunched:
---Andres - Onion - Qui

begin night two, which is dependant upon the killers speediness with sending me pms.

Dammit, Shlin. :(

Ghost vote: Sarathos

Rules:

---24-ish Hour Phases
---No posting Beyond the grave, dead onions cant talk
---.........that's it?

From the first post.

Queen Ehl was prancing on her way home (and by the way, prancing is a very difficult thing for an onin to do) and had just managed to make herself look silly when she tripped on a tree root. She fell flat on her face, and when she raised her head, she saw an ominous onion standing before her, coupled with a feeble but rumbling growl. "Hungry" the onion implied. The Queen's screams were loud enough to be heard for yards around.

The next morning, only three onions assembled at the meeting place; Wa, Mehv, and Foj. "Where Queen?" Foj asked the other two earnestly. "You no hear? Bad Onion eat Queen. Who vote?" Mehv replied. "I lead vote, smartest I." This from Wa, who, truth be told, had a rather exagerated opinion of himself. "Hungry" Foj implied as his digestive system gave off a low whine.

Lets just say that Foj ate a full meal of onions that day.

Let it be noted that Mehv and Wa died because the game has concluded.

The Bad Onion Foj, also known as Sarathos, has won the game.

Now the Dead have permission to speak.




Rotten ones (deceased):
-Lynched:
---gibsons - Happy Keeper - Ne
---prole - Onion - Chief
-Lunched:
---Andres - Onion - Qui
---Shlin - Onion - Onion Queen Ehl
---Brave - Onion - Wa
---Caius - Onion - Mehv

Good Game

Alright! :2thumbsup:

Great game everyone, Thanks motep.

Congrats Sarathos :bow:

Thnx for hosting this one Motep :bow:

Thanks Motep. Good playin', Sarathos.

:bow:

*Sigh*

If only other people voted...

WEll done!