The Fight for Inishmore! (summary thread)

[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