I would note that the writeup mentions "two dedicated guards." I wonder if there are any doctor roles...
I would note that the writeup mentions "two dedicated guards." I wonder if there are any doctor roles...
The late Emperor Peter von Kastilien the Tyrant, Lamm der Wahrheit.
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RR, I would like to note that your interpretation of what I said is correct. I meant to say that YLC has an unknown alliance. From a blind perspective it is seen that he is neutral in the fact that the extra vote is up in the air for anyone. However your thought of saying it is for the fun of the game to keep him around makes me nervous. Perhaps you plan on exploiting him to your gain later in the game. I shall wait and see. Until then I do not like him selling his vote so I shall continue to get him lynched unless there is a something blatant.
ATPG and Beskar seem shady as. Too bad I'm a lousy player, I'm not going to get killed to prove any points.
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The late Emperor Peter von Kastilien the Tyrant, Lamm der Wahrheit.
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General Hankerchief sat in his tent that night, his sword in one hand and a stone in the other. He laid the sword flat. With the other hand, he scraped the sword lengthwise along its curved blade. He continued the process with a steady hand. He didn't care what some said about the process nicking blades; his always cut with a perfect slice following a good sharpening. After exactly one hundred scraped, he flipped the sword, and began to work on the other side. The harsh, shrill scrape rang out through the night. Once, twice, thrice....
A young man was crouching, stalking his way through the camp. His biggest concern was being heard, ordinarily, but something was different this particular night. The loud, metallic sound ringing out from one tent seemed to offer all the audible cover he needed. He stopped outside the tent where the sound originated. He peered inside. The man inside was attempting to sharpen his sword with a rock. Though concentrated on his work, the man did notice his visitor in the periphery of his vision. The young man ceased bothering with subtleties, and simply walked into the tent, in full view. The man in the tent laid down the rock, and held his sword in both hands, a glare of subdued disgust upon his face. His opponent drew his own sword from the scabbard at his waist. The two gave each other the slightest of nods.
GeneralHankerchief took the initiative. He took three, controlled steps forward, bringing his sword over his head with both hands. The intruder raised his sword in response, with one hand. The two swords gave a mighty clang, but both held firm. The intruder moved his right foot forward and dropped his left shoulder. With his left hand free, he delivered a punch to GeneralHankerchief's midsection. GeneralHankerchief wheezed for a second. The man took advantage, shoving forward knocking him to the ground. The man lunged onto him, out of control- the sword, instead of planting in GeneralHankerchief's chest, landed into the left shoulder. GeneralHankerchief bit his tongue attempting to stop the unmanly scream from leaving his mouth. He tried to bring his sword, now in his right hand, back upon this man. However, the man ducked down, burying his face into GeneralHankerchief's chest to avoid it. The man ripped his own sword out, and desperately brought it down upon GeneralHankerchief's bared neck. The long edge of the blade squeezed down on a soft, vulnerable jugular. GeneralHankerchief struggled for a moment, as though he were possessed, but soon lay limp as blood pumped out of the vital artery.
I finally felt a smidgen of pride this morning. I had finally been able to wake myself up at a "proper" time for the savages. I admit, I walked out of the tent with perhaps too much of an air of smugness. For when I departed from my tent to find Shinzei, I was verbally accosted by a small gang of soldiers. They openly declared doubts about my own innocence in the matter of the recent tribe deaths. Naturally, I did my most to dissuade them, but it was not until my guards had arrived that they felt it wise to leave me alone. As I arrive for the council, I was dearly hoping that Shinzei would not allow similar thoughts to wander stray across his mind....
Alive: 20
Askthepizzaguy
A Very Super Market
Beskar
Caius
Chaotix
Death is Yonder
DJGingivtis
Gibsonsg91921
Ichigo
Jolt
Khazaar
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Splitpersonality
TinCow
Tratorix
White_eyes:D
YLC
Dead: 3
Yaropolk (N1)
Atheotes (N2)
GeneralHankerchief (N3)
Lynched: 1
FactionHeir (D1)
Beefy (D2)
WoK'd: 0
THIS ROUND WILL LAST 36 HOURS!
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Vote: Beskar obviously
Why kill GH unless the Mafia: 1) is Beskar and wants a guy who keeps voting him off and is not as high profile as me or 2) wants us to think 1.
I still am standing by my Atpg/Beskar theory for now. Of course, I am open to other suggestions as well at this point. I'm kinda getting this second itch that Tratorix might be a guilty one, who probably thinking that Beskar will get the axe soon enough, will try to make me look like a bad guy (as he did last round).
Beskar: 1 (Reenk Roink)
Stinks of a frame-up to me.
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