Its the name isn't it - it scares everybody off.![]()
Its the name isn't it - it scares everybody off.![]()
What a pile of wasted votes.
Pizza, my "tone" only changed between posts because I came home drunk last night and came on here. This morning I woke up worse for wear. I hereby apologise for having changing moods, and *GASP!* revealing these subtle changes in posts.
So who was the last man on the bandwagon? Unvote; Vote: woad&fangs
Arpeggio: A broken chord. Arpeggiate: Breaking up a chord. ArpeggiateTHIS, scumbag.
Surly you jest.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Argh, unvote, vote ArpeggiateThis.
That vote is so wrong. You don't vote woad because he tied up a vote against you. If you think he did it to spare Pinman, you vote Pinman!
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
I'll re-iterate this fact once more: A vote on me is a wasted vote.
Either way, do with me what you will. I doubt I can change your opinions with the time remaining this round.
Arpeggio: A broken chord. Arpeggiate: Breaking up a chord. ArpeggiateTHIS, scumbag.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
Round is over. Writeup might be a couple hours still.
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.
If it works, then Beskar can clown around and never be held accountable for his actions. Looks wonderful to survive, but awful to help finding the mafia. Even now, he has not bothered replying to my accusation, while Renata and you are coming out to defend him.
Mmmhmm,,, Don't give me ideas.How good will I look as a clown?
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Wow, I didn't realise other people defended me.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
The group was evidently in shock. Whether it was from the continued disappearances or from Jannette's unexpected execution of Romanic, it took them a while to pick up the chatter. Once it did, accusations rollercoasted around. Just before Jannette signaled that I needed to get them to cut the chatter, a run of accusations went to a man by the name of arpeggy.... arpegitt... I'll just call him Arp. He was quickly shoved to the foreground by a few in the group.
"Hey, look, I didn't do nothin'!" Arp begged. "Come on... there's gotta be something else we can do about this, right?"
Jannette just smiled in her typical perky manner. "Afraid not, my dear. There's only one way for this to end." She held her right hand out, and a steel battle axe materialized in it. With a flick of her wrist, she swung it with impossible speed, burying it into Arp's left collar. He collapsed instantly. "Alright folks. Off you go! Have a pleasant transience!" A distinct grumbling could emanated from the crowd, but they nonetheless shuffled back to their quarters. "You too, sweetie," she said with a wink to me. I shook my head and paced off myself.
Arp 4(ATPG, Pinman, woad&fangs, Renata)
Pinman 3(Beskar, death is yonder, landlubber)
Secura 2(Civplayah, Pinman)
landlubber 1(Diana Abnoba)
Civplayah 1(Splitpersonality)
ATPG 1(Secura)
woad&fangs 1(Arp)
Alive: 13
Askthepizzaguy
Beskar
CaptainBlackadder
Civplayah
Death is Yonder
Diana Abnoba
God Emperor
Landlubber
Pinman
Renata
Secura
splitpersonality
woad&fang
Lynched: 1
Romanic (D1)
Arepeggiate (D2)
Slain: 2
Frozen in Ice (N1)
Skooma Addict (N1)
NIGHT TWO HAS BEGUN! PLEASE SEND ORDERS. YOU HAVE 24 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.
Sleep tight guys.
Oh and it's Mr.THIS to you. All of you.
Arpeggio: A broken chord. Arpeggiate: Breaking up a chord. ArpeggiateTHIS, scumbag.
Diana Abnoba scuffled back to her quarters in a hurry. The threat was now well established. This meant it was time to bust out her pride and joy. People had called her crazy. Paranoid. Insane. Well, now she was going to be the one laughing, she had a defense against the lurking evil. While everyone else had spent their time being lazy and who knows what, Diana had spent her time here preparing for such a threat. Her trap would ensure her safety. It would catch any attacker. She would be the hero, standing triumphantly above everyone else. Just one last adjustment to her device, which lay in the entrance to her room.... and it was ready. She huddled herself in a corner, clutching a small iron bar she'd detached from her bed in one hand, and the 'lever' for her trap in the other. FOOTSTEPS! Yes, it was footsteps she was hearing. The attacker was coming! She tightened her grip.
"A... ham sandwich?" She heard. A grin overtook her face. So close. She could see a shadow creeping near the opening. Then, there the intruder was! It knelt over the ham sandwich she had placed so cunningly in the entry-way. She flicked her wrist, tugging the string. The string pulled on a stick which was propping up an obscenely large cardboard box, maybe eight feet tall, which collapsed upon the intruder.
"VICTORY IS MINE!" She proclaimed. "MINE, MINE AAAAAAAALL MINE!" She ran up to the box and kicked it just as a taunt for the intruder. Just after her foot connected, however, a dark, curved knife exploded through the side of the box, catching Diana square in the gut. The knife pulled back and then slashed apart the box as the intruder hacked its way through the thin barrier. Diana fell to the floor, gasping in shock, partially from the failure of her trap, and partially from her rapidly dissolving body. The intruder rolled its eyes, and with a pop, it vanished.
For Splitpersonality, transience was always a terrifying experience. He didn't know who would show up. And not intruders, either, but all the mean folks who haunted his thoughts perpetually. They called him names, screamed at him, and played practical jokes on his mind. But it seemed like, in transience, they got stronger. Especially Bob. Bob was the worst, always kicking him and pelting him with tacks while he was in transience. Alas, there wasn't much choice in the matter. Split sighed, laying on his bed, eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable to happen. There it was. The tell tale prick and pain in his chest. "Darn it Bob, leave me alone!" he yelled. He shot up in his bed. Wait. His bed? He caught a glimpse of someone trotting back down the hall away from his room. Split's attention went back to the splitting pain in his chest. It wasn't tacks, not at all. A gaping wound was slashed across his chest,and it was growing, spreading, faster. Split collapsed in a heap on his bed, thankful that at least he would not have to deal with Bob any more.
When I arrived back in the main hall, Jannette was waiting once more, a grin on her face as always. "Good morning John! I trust you had a good transience again?" I just glowered at her before turning to the rest of the poor souls stuck in here with me. A quick count revealed that more had disappeared.
"Look, Jannette, I don't suppose there's any other better way of doing this, is there? Maybe we could get some more guards to protect everyone during transience?"
"Oh, John, I wouldn't suggest that again if I were you. Now, get back to helping people figure out who's responsible, k?" I was taken aback by the implied threat. Looks like its time for another go....
Alive: 11
Askthepizzaguy
Beskar
CaptainBlackadder
Civplayah
Death is Yonder
God Emperor
Landlubber
Pinman
Renata
Secura
woad&fang
Lynched: 2
Romanic (D1)
Arepeggiate (D2)
Slain: 4
Frozen in Ice (N1)
Skooma Addict (N1)
Diana Abnoba (N2)
Splitpersonality (N2)
DAY THREE HAS BEGUN! YOU HAVE 24 HOURS!
Last edited by seireikhaan; 07-17-2010 at 10:41.
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: Renata
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Dang it killed again, well good luck town. *think who would want me dead so soon in the game, only night 2*
Sultry Mafia Babe
Diana Abnoba- Goddess of the Hunt
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Vote: Renata
You accusation on me was an excellent deflection.
Alright whoever killed me night 2 is stupid :P
Good luck town :D
Originally Posted by TosaInu
Rest in peace TosaInu
Vote: Renata
Because I can.
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
vote: Renata
For scummy behavior.
Unvote; Vote: Beskar
I'm not buying this charade. You are covering. No real innocent, in a VANILLA game, pretends to be scummy.
Civplayah does not seem to scummy to me. I just read through the 5 pages, and I would say pinman seems the most scummy atm, with his switching vote this round. Also Pizza, but for now
Vote: Pinman
In the game of chess you can never let your adversary see your pieces.
I have got a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel
INTP
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