The Fight for Inishmore! (summary thread)

[pevergreen]

The day had come to a close, and pevergreen had finished his beautiful chicken sandwich. (it was really good!) As he was brought the vote tally, his eyes flashed red.

"Didn't I say not to have another tie?"

In light of my good friend Beefy's death yesterday, due to you lot, I'm going to spare both of these two. They should be thankful that I'm still sad. Next time it may not be so pretty.

"yes...I did. Whoever...created this tie. You shall suffer the blood of both men on your hands! "

pevergreen pulled a knife out and slashed the necks of both White_Eyes and FactionHeir.

He looked at their bodies.

"Pity about Davey, I don't care for White Eyes though. His eyes werent white at all. What a liar."

"Whoever created this tie, -shut up ATPGuy, I was eating I didn't see!-, you shall also have an interesting day tomorrow. Thirteen people left really was unlucky. It seems 13 outweighs 7 in terms of luck."

Tomorrow. in adition to the normal vote for a lynch, Diana is a different vote. You vote to either keep her alive or kill her. She may not be voted for the normal lynch. The majority decision will deliver her fate. Please indicate your choice by

Life: Diana
or
Death: Diana

White_eyes: 3 (GH,Sasaki, White_Eyes)
FactionHeir: 3 (El Diablo, Askthepizzaguy, Diana)
Sasaki: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
Diana: 1 (khaan)


Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
Seamus
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes

Factionheir

It is now Night 7. Orders within 23 hours please.

[pevergreen]

Donney spent the night at home--knowing better than to drink at a time like this--desperately trying to console himself after the death of Mairead the previous night. She had saved his life, but he had been incapable of saving hers. Could a linguist, could a grammarian, could even a mathematician have seen what he had, have witnessed the events of the past week, and have known the end result of it, without feeling that circumstances had been at work to foil his every effort? -- How much more must an imaginist, like himself, be on fire with speculation and foresight! -- especially with such a groundwork of investigation as his mind had already made. Not being able to stand his own house, he left to visit her grave.

It was no use blaming himself for his failure to catch the villains, he decided. Instead, he must comfort himself with the knowledge that no man or woman lives forever. Even kings are eaten by worms, and the dust from the decayed corpse of Alexander the Great might be used today to stop a hole in a beer barrel.

As he arrived at the cemetery gate, he paused to allow a carriage containing a fellow mourner out through the gate and onto the road that led to the cliff where Joey had perished the night before, and then continued towards the grave of Mairead. At first he walked at his usual pace, but as he caught sight of her resting place he walked faster and faster. By the time he arrived at the grave he was running at such a speed that he was nearly unable to avoid falling into the large, deep, and above all empty hole where her coffin should have been.

It was then that he remembered the carriage he had passed on his way in. Taking a short cut, he ran as fast as he could towards the clifftop, thankful now more than ever that he had kept in good shape, even in his later years. As he came over the rise, he saw the carriage with the coffin in the backseat, but no horse or driver. Sensing a trap, he at first walked cautiously towards the carriage, but when he saw that it was slowly rolling towards the edge of the cliff, he sprinted to it. The carriage was too heavy for him to stop, and when he climbed up into the back he found that the coffin was latched shut and bolted to the floorboards. His efforts were clearly anticipated, but was so overwhelmed by thoughts of the coffin shattering to pieces on the rocky shore that he ignored the warning signs and stayed on the moving carriage, yanking desperately on the lock, throwing his whole weight behind each tug. His crazed efforts took effect, but when he ripped the lock off and opened the lid of the coffin, he discovered two things.

First, that the coffin was empty.

Second, that the front of the carriage was tilting downwards at a rapidly increasing angle.

Oswald rode his horse out from the woods and gazed down at the bits of carriage, coffin, and Seamus strewn all over the rocks below. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and turned his horse towards the village.

Brendan walked in to Mcdoogals and saw seireikhaan sitting at the bar. He walked up to him and said would you like to buy me a pint? And seireikhaan turned and said no buy your own drink you don't know who I am. Brendan said no but I know this much. I hate anyone who doesnt fight for ireland. He smashed seireikhaan over the head with his beer. are you the blind mice said seireikhaan? Brendan prepared to slit his throat, raising the shard of beer bottle in his hand. Seireikhaan just backhanded him across the face saying "Don't you know who I am?" Brendan was surprised, no one had fought back in this way before. Normally it got physical, not this backhanding stuff! Seireikhaan just kept advancing on Brendan saying "Don't you know who I am?", with each step, backhanding Brendan once more. With a might swing, he knocked Brendan on to the ground. "I'm Heilyn !" and with that, he left the bar. Brendan stayed on the ground, visibly shocked. With a slightly sad face, he just looked around awkwardly and left a card that said Two Blind Mice. As he left he killed Sigurd and said "for Joey".

Alive:
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
Diana Abnoba
boudica
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir

It is now Day 8.

Remember, today. in adition to the normal vote for a lynch, Diana is a different vote. You vote to either keep her alive or kill her. She may not be voted for the normal lynch. The majority decision will deliver her fate. Please indicate your choice by

Life: Diana
or
Death: Diana

[pevergreen]

The gong rung. Time was up. Diana Abnoba was crestfallen. The vote for his lynch was...ghey. But his fate was up. With one last look at Askthepizzaguy he made his way to the gallows. The noose slipped round his neck and was tightened. Was this how it was to end? Was this how years of english opression continued? It should not be, it could not be! With a yell, he pulled off his eye patch and yelled "Damn you Padraic! You died too easily. I never got my revenge. Run Brendan!"

As if it was a command, Askthepizzaguy took off, running out of the square. "I'll carry on without you Christy."

Christy jumped off the gallows, breaking his neck.

Boudica looked around, somewhat startled. Everyone seemed to have forgotten she was there.
She simply tiptoed her way out of town, never to be seen again.

*******

A few hours later the body of Brendan was found on the beach.

Boudica: 4 (Shinseikhaan, Askthepizzaguy, El Diablo, Sasaki)
Sasaki: 3 (LG, Boudica, Diana Abnoba)
LittleGrizzly: 1 (GH)
El Diablo: 1 (Lord Winter)

Life: 1 (Pizza)
Death: 6 (Shinseikhaan, Sasaki, GH, boudica, LG, El Diablo, Lord Winter)

Alive:
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir

It is now Night 8. Orders please

[pevergreen]

LittleGrizzly loved the village pub, but not infrequently, through his wife's persuasion, he staid at home instead and had some of the chosen and the best to dine with him: but quiet evening parties were what he preferred; and, unless he fancied himself at any time unequal to company, there was scarcely an evening in the week in which he could not be found playing chess. This particular party was of the type now habitual to the Grizzly's, with one change: they had a new guest, a strikingly handsome man named Oswald, who Mrs. Grizzly had met during a party at their neighbor's house. She had been so busy in admiring his soft blue eyes, in talking and listening, and forming all these schemes in the in-betweens, that the evening flew away at a very unusual rate; and the supper-table, which always closed such parties, and for which she had been used to sit and watch the due time, had been all set out and ready, and moved forwards to the fire, before she was aware.

LittleGrizzly tolerance level for hobnobbing with his wife's socialite friends was quite low, and he had passed it earlier than usual this evening. He retired to the library with the intention of playing a soothing game of chess with himself and was surprised to find Oswald there, holding a copy of Mansfield Park and chuckling at the uncut pages.

Grizzly, pleased to have an opponent, invited Oswald to a game of chess.

"It's an Irish game, invented by St. Patrick, so I don't know if you've heard of it, but it's easy to get the hang of" he said. Once Oswald had finished choking on his drink he accepted, and the game began.

Grizzly began the game with, he thought, great success. Pawn after pawn of Oswald's fell to his pieces, and soon there was only one remaining. But though he tried and tried to get to it, his efforts were always thwarted. Eventually he saw a way. He had castled his king in the beginning, and he realized that by moving a few of the protective pieces, he could capture the last pawn! It should be mentioned that LittleGrizzly did not have a very good understanding of the principles of chess. He moved his bishops and rooks in for the kill, but just as they were about to strike his gloating was interrupted by Oswald, who said:

"Checkmate"

"What? What!?" said LittleGrizzly, "What do you mean?"

"My knight can take your king. There is no where for him to go"

"So what? What about your pawn. I can still take that!"

Oswald spent some time trying to explain it to him, but made little progress.

"Don't feel badly, LittleGrizzly, if I recall accurately, you were outmatched even when we competed in games simpler than this one. What you failed to realize us that the pawns are inconsequential, and that exposing your king guarantees your failure"

"Failure according to you, maybe! But look at all the successes I've had! For example this pawn here--"

"That pawn was a sacrifice"

"Well, well, even so, there is this pawn here and this pawn there, they surely outweigh the importance of a king. He's just one piece!"

Oswald began to reply, but sighed instead and pulled out his silenced Walther PPK and shot LittleGrizzly in the forehead.

Alive:
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir


It is now Day 9. As this will be one of the final days, no names will be revealed upon lynch, to provide for the climatic morning writeup the next morning.

[pevergreen]

The finals days had come...the voting had come to a standstill, two seemingly opposite groups, with one voter in the middle.

'khaan cast his deciding vote on Sasaki Kojiro

pevergreen bound and gagged Sasaki and dragged him away.

Come morning, would more of them lay dead, or would the threat to the town be removed?

Alive:
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro

It is now Night 9. Orders please.

[pevergreen]

The remaining members of Inishmore slept lightly, not knowing if it was all over or if they still had some time left.

They gathered in the morning and waited. All except GeneralHankerchief turned up.

When they looked around, he had been pinned to his front door with arrows, shot from a longbow. The longbow was left in the kitchen.

All knew this was the last chance they had.

Alive:
Lord Winter
serierkhaan
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief

Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro

It is now Day 10. It is the final day. One remains among you who has the power to kill, remove him for victory.

[pevergreen]

The day seemed like the longest yet. All three sat comtemplating their fates, their actions, themselves. Lord Winter and 'khaan spoke, and towards the end of the long day, so did El Diablo.

It finally came to a close. Inishmore was either safe, or gone. 'khaan had been chosen. The final choice.

'khaan sighed. He knew he was going to die. He took off his boxing gloves, which he wore at silly times, for laughs, and placed his neck through the noose. The box from under his feet was taken out and the drop cut off his air supply, leaving him kicking in the air and dieing slowly.

*****

Later that night, Lord Winter and El Diablo sat drinking. A friendly black and white cat came walking in, rubbing himself against their legs. Without a word, El Diablo pulled out his handgun and shot the cat.

" cats, I hate 'em."

Lord Winter stared in disbelief.
"You hate cats?"

" yeah. Most annoying creatures on the planet."

"You are no true Irishman then!"

"Maybe I'm not. See, me names Artair. I've gotten through this long and I'm quite sick of this place. So, if you don't mind, I'll be out of here."

El Diablo shot Lord Winter three times and left Inishmore, never to return.


Scottish Victory.

Alive:
El Diablo

Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Andres
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Seamus
Askthepizzaguy
Diana Abnoba
boudica
LittleGrizzly
GeneralHankerchief
Lord Winter


Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
yoyoma1910
White Eyes
Factionheir
Sasaki Kojiro
'khaan