Nervous? Why would I be nervous?
That sounded even more nervous....
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I was expecting to be accused of being a mafia, trying to get an extra kill. Im just surprised that didnt happen.
Last edited by Greyblades; 03-19-2009 at 01:11.
The statements in and of themselves seem fine to me. You may very well be just blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. It's just that your own vote seems to be the first thing on your mind, if that is the case. Why would your own vote make you nervous?
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Withholding judgment for now...only the first night, yet a lot of people are active. Why? Night all....*drifts off*
Greyblades
Last Activity: Today 19:25
Hmm... left while he was being questioned about it, and didn't answer my question. However, it would be dumb to just bandwagon him next round over this. I think he should answer a few questions at least. I tend to think that mafia wouldn't show up at night, say something self-incriminating, then flee. Perhaps I am being naive, but I really think you'd get a more graceful performance out of a mafioso than that. Or maybe I am expecting too much.
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I did? Im pretty sure I had the web browser on in the background.
That doesnt make any sense, my last post was long after 19:25
Last edited by Greyblades; 03-19-2009 at 02:27.
Sorry, 19:25 my time.
It's 20:32 now by my watch.
Ok, so you're here. If you respond to my question, paraphrasing: "why would you be thinking about/nervous about your own vote" I'll probably drop it.
Last edited by Askthepizzaguy; 03-19-2009 at 02:34.
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im surprised noone has jumped on the fact i called limeys dastardly whilst giving the ira a sly compliment...
I mean im not...
Not buying into the suspicion on greyblades much....
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ATPG: In answer to your question; I was not nervous, just surprised. I was confused to why my scummy-ish* vote didnt even raise an eyebrow.
*I am a little tired so I could be wrong about that.
Last edited by Greyblades; 03-19-2009 at 02:41.
Probably because we don't know what "limeys" are...
Probably because we don't know what "limeys" are...
English people...
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I have a vague idea of what "limeys" are, because I am a fan of some British humor. (In real life, in real life... settle down ) However, I only know from context, I do not know what it actually means. I seem to remember it's something Brits call one another?
Your answers satisfy me for now, Greyblades. I liked the pressure on you; might have made you crack. But at the same time the eagerness to bandwagon you over basically nothing was something we need to watch out for. Mafia love nothing else than to sit back and just watch us self-destruct. I'm looking very intently at everyone who hasn't contributed much to the conversation, because that's where mafia love to hide. Those who contribute a lot will eventually be hung by their own words; it's the lurkers and semi-actives who avoid suspicion all game.
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Limey is not Irish slang its strictly Aussie or even Kiwi in nature its to do with the fact sailors suffered scurvy on long ship voyages and lime juice was perscribed to stave it off so english sailors came to be limeys.
In Ireland the term would be Brit or Hun but unfortunately those words have a bit too much of a loaded meaning due to the terrorism problem in the North and would be discouraged.
Brit is obvious but Hun as far as I know comes from the fact the royal family are basically a german family come over from Saxe-Coburg if I remember correctly.
They slew him with poison afaid to meet him with the steel
a gallant son of eireann was Owen Roe o'Neill.
Internet is a bad place for info Gaelic Cowboy
You could feasibly call them "boche"... Oh wait, Ireland.
"Tommy" is reserved for soldiers.
"Limey " is pretty universal, I must say, since I've heard it here in aboot-land. A bit like "Yankee"
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Ha ha I didn't even realise that there was an "actual" Captain Blackadder in this game... magic
(welcome Captain Blackadder BTW).
I saw the vote for him ealier on in the game and though it was an attempt to "get an English infiltraitor". (note that I am the clown).
Ohh and to continue the inane babble, we (Kiwi's) do not really call the English "limeys".
English = POM's
Irish = Paddies
Scots = Jocks
Welsh = Taffs
Canadians = Canucks
Americans = Yanks
Sheep = warm and ... err...
Nevermind, nothing to see here. Move along.
"My IQ test came back. Thankfully it was negative"
Been to:
They slew him with poison afaid to meet him with the steel
a gallant son of eireann was Owen Roe o'Neill.
Internet is a bad place for info Gaelic Cowboy
I wonder how pevergreen feels about his game turning into inane conversation on what best to call various ethnicities.
Oh well, I guess its night, and time for the Irish to get drunk and be incoherent.
So..... You guys like beer?
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It was mildly related to the thread for a while, but this is definitely getting into spam territory. I suggest we stop.
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The lions sing and the hills take flight.
The moon by day, and the sun by night.
Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool.
Let the Lord of Chaos rule.
—chant from a children's game heard in Great Aravalon, the Fourth Age
Padraic left his house with the intention of going to the pub. After walking for two or three minutes along the lane, he was tempted, by the pleasantness of the evening, to go into the park. The weather was not often fine enough to allow for a walk in the park, and Padriac was pleased with the opportunity. The grounds of the park were tolerably extensive; and, like every other park of some degree of importance, it had its open shrubbery, and closer wood walk; a road of smooth gravel, winding round a plantation, led to the front; the lawn was dotted over with timber; the path itself was under the guardianship of the fir, the mountain-ash, and the acacia, and a thick screen of them altogether, interspersed with tall poplars, shut out the noise of the street.
As he walked, he passed and was pleasantly greeted by the village postman, and pitied him for the neglect of abilities which education might have rendered so respectable; for he saw, with tenderness of feeling, the thorough want of delicacy, of rectitude, and integrity of mind, which his attentions, his assiduities, his flatteries in passing betrayed; and he realized he could have no lasting satisfaction in the company of a person who joined insincerity with ignorance; and whose want of instruction prevented their meeting in conversation on terms of equality.
With such thoughts occupying his mind, AVSM was oblivious to Oswald walking behind him.
Having heard the shot, the postman came on the run, only to find AVSM in his death throes, gasping desperately as black blood from the gash in his midsection spilled out onto the path. Within minutes he was dead.
He liked to drink alcohol everyday. Jolt was at bar called Mcdoogals, getting drunk. There was another man who came in to the bar... This man had a perculiar walk, as if he had been shot in the leg once. The man sat at the bar and said hello. Jolt looked at him and said hello... and the man who came in said what are you having. Jolt said Whiskey, of course... My name is Brendan, what's yours? Jolt said they call me Jimmy McJolty I am a loyal Irishman and you? Brendan said I am loyal to my convictions. I fight for the rights of all good Irishmen, and you just sit back and let the english take from us. And he took a bottle and shattered it. then he shoved the sharp glass in to Jolts neck. The men fought like all irish do, but Jolt lost too much blood and died in bar. Then Brendan stood over Jolt who was dying and said Its not personal its just buisness. I think youre a good man but this town would never lynch you. Brendan left his card, and on it said Three Blind Mice.
As the town gathered to once again vote a person to be killed, they all commented on the latest gossip:
I decided to continue to the blackfort on the way I passed a couple of lads heading to Pearse Stadium in Galway they said they were going for a hurling match but the they had no hurls or sliothars. Tá an lá go deas they return blank stares the widow Nan Morris is watching from here door she laughs at the strangers Sasanach she roars and spits on the ground.
What it meant, was not known.
Alive:
Andres
Captain Blackadder
Askthepizzaguy
taka
shlin28
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Psychonaut
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
CountArach
Factionheir
Polemists
serierkhaan
777ares777
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
F.C is the bees knees
boudica
Sigurd
greyblades
Alexander the Pretty Good
Ituralde
El Diablo
YLC
gaelic cowboy
Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
Lynched:
Beefy187
It is now Day 2. Voting closes in just under 24 hours.
Ill call them the english from now on... save the confusion and spam!
Padriac named character ? assuming he is IRA... sound about right ?
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So Padraig is dead? (A Very Super Market was Padraig?) - killed by Oswald, I'm assuming from the name is a British agent. Sounds like Brendan is IRA and killing wildly as Jolt was clearly just a pished up townie. Booooooo! But Oswald cannot have known that AVSM was Padraig? must have just got lucky?
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