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OK.
Because the Serial killer is our serial killer. It is not rocket science to see that.
SOME people need to clean out their PMs.
Oh? What are we discussing, SisC? :)
Oh, you know. Nothing in particular; it's just hard to answer a question one has been asked when the system says the other person's mailbox is full...
;D
;D
Oh, so no protection on my good buddy classical hero tonight? *takes notes*
Execute operation "Funeral Pyre".
Originally Posted by hero di classico:
Because the Serial killer is our serial killer. It is not rocket science to see that.
Lol, he did only kill one of your members and mess up a kill on Chaotix. Totally your guy, living on ATPG's mercy. Because the Serial killer is our serial killer. It is not rocket science to see that.
Anyway, he's saved to get you a nice recruitment hit for tonight, so it won't matter soon anyway.
Originally Posted by Renata:
Oh, so no protection on my good buddy classical hero tonight? *takes notes*
:-) I like that there are assumptions being made, here.Oh, so no protection on my good buddy classical hero tonight? *takes notes*
Originally Posted by Ironside:
Lol, he did only kill one of your members and mess up a kill on Chaotix. Totally your guy, living on ATPG's mercy.
Anyway, he's saved to get you a nice recruitment hit for tonight, so it won't matter soon anyway.
After what happened to you - who would be surprised?Lol, he did only kill one of your members and mess up a kill on Chaotix. Totally your guy, living on ATPG's mercy.
Anyway, he's saved to get you a nice recruitment hit for tonight, so it won't matter soon anyway.
Originally Posted by LazyMcCrow:
After what happened to you - who would be surprised?
Indeed. Well played in general btw, took us long time and a lot of effort to track you down. After what happened to you - who would be surprised?
Two questions:
Was the scan on you last night messed with in any way? Had to be hell to track you down as a single rogue (the game setup) otherwise.
Way back on night 8, did you pull out on the vig on purpose because DaveShack looked so uncertain if he would do it or not? Assuming Daveshack was the drop out was my big mistake in tracking you down. Depending on the answer of the first question, I'm not sure how much it would matter though, since it would've required multiple scans on you to be certain.
Night's over, no more orders. Probably an hour or two for processing.
Execute order..... 67?
"For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it.
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"
...Mark 8:35-37
Night Twenty One -- The Streets of Fatlington
Askthepizzaguy sat reclined in his comfortable chair, high up on the top floor of the Hotel Abattoir. It had a lovely balcony which held a view of the boardwalk and shops. Tonight, he was feeling like staying inside, however. He held a glass of scotch in his right hand, swirling it just slightly between drinks while flipping through the most recent newspaper. He wasn’t surprised to hear a knock on the door.
“Please, come in!” he commanded . The doorknob swiveled for a second, and a woman opened the door. She gave him a slightly amused look.
“Nice place you got here, Don Clemenza. Pity if something were to happen to it.”
Askthepizzaguy reached for the big red button to call in the goons, before remembering he was no longer in the director’s chair. He glanced at the door.
“Oh, looking for your Mades? Never mind them. They’re with me now. I took your advice, showed ‘em some leg.”
Askthepizzaguy looked pointedly at his visitor, who was wearing a long wool coat, men’s pinstriped trousers and, yes, sensible shoes.
“So to speak. Worried yet?” The visitor pulled out a silver cigarette case and offered one to the former Director.
“No.” He took the proffered cigarette, and accepted a light. “I’m calling your bluff.”
“Well, it is a bluff, of course. You know how these things go.” The visitor smoked for a moment, frowning. “I am de-fanged. Your gangsters knew it.” She sighed heavily. “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Anything.”
"But if you don't like it, you'll lie."
"I am what I am."
"Yes." The visitor leaned in close. "I want a good death, Saucy Slice. An honorable one, as befits a true daughter of Fatlington. Capisce?"
"Yes."
"Very well. My car is waiting, and one more night on the beach. It'll be just me with the MaiTais, this time, but that's as it should be. I should go." She took a last drag of her cigarette.
A twinge of wariness ... "Just you?"
"Just me, Don Clemenza." She dropped the cigarette to the floor and stomped it out. Only when her hands came back up to eye level, did he notice the Derringer -- the old Don's gun, with its "Seward's Folly" engraving and "Corleone" scratched into the grip. She fired.
…
Askthepizzaguy chuckled for a few seconds. “I knew I had a good feeling about tonight. I’m a ladies man, you see? And Lady Luck, she just has a big old crush on me, just knew it. Maybe you should check that old gun into a weapon smith before toting it around, eh?” His visitor breathed a sigh. She’d double checked the damned thing before leaving, and still it found a way to misfire.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Don. Do remember that favor?” Sighing once again, she pulled another cigarette from the case, giving it a light as she departed the door.
Meanwhile, across town, Autolycus was enjoying the relatively calm night out on his own porch. He was sitting on a white rocking chair, eyes closed, enjoying the quiet, occasionally sipping a glass of tea. The only sound was that of the occasional vehicle slowly weaving down the street. After a few moments, the sound of a vehicle failed to halt. Instead, the gentle hum of the motor kept at a constant volume. He peaked his eyes open. Two gentlemen were helping themselves out. Each wore a sharp suit and tie.
Auto simply smiled a bit. He was at peace with the world. If this was his time, perhaps that was just it. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the sway of his chair. He could hear their footsteps slowly approaching. Oddly, it seemed that there were far more footsteps than there should be. He peeked his right eye open, and saw a small entourage of four folks approaching from the other side. Each was armed with a Beretta pistol. The four silently aimed their weapons at the two men standing in front of the car. Autolycus simply shut his eyes again, and continued to rock back and forth. No words were exchanged in front of him. But he could hear footsteps. Slowly, it seemed the larger of the two groups were distancing themselves. He heard two car doors open.
BAM!
In spite of his calm, instinct shot Autolycus’ eyes shot open. The man standing next to the passenger side door collapsed in a heap. A small fountain of blood spewed from his right collarbone, just next to his neck. The larger group panicked, looking at each other confused. They fled immediately on foot. Likewise panicked, the driver hopped back in and gunned the vehicle out, leaving his partner behind. Autolycus numbly walked up to the sidewalk, where the body lay face down in a pool of blood. Gently peeking around, Autolycus couldn’t see where the shot was fired from. Still, he mustered the courage o flip the body over. Hero di Classico stared back with vacant eyes. Shaking his head, Autolycus headed back to give Mercy the news.
9:04AM, Friday, 18 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey
"That's actually it," the commissioner finished. "We had another strong night- just one death, and one that was asking for it, it would seem. Now, onto the post mortem results, as usual. First off, your lynch choice, Scottishranger, was the Don of one of Fatlington's families. As for the night casualties; they all are can be put into basically two categories. Tiaexz, Jarema, and Neri were all mades in the service of mafia families. Meanwhile, Bsmith, white eyes, and Xehh II were all unaffiliated folks with some shady ties. We're not sure if they were helping the mafia or not, but they seemed to be off on their own direction, if nothing else. Anyways, that about sums it up. It was a solid night for us, but I'm sure there's still a long ways to go. Director?" The commissioner looked to the newly minted Director Seon, offering the gavel. With gusto, Seon officially opened his first day as Director with a bang.
OOC
Day Twenty Two begins. You are voting to lynch. Phase ends:
Attacked = 65: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8, n21), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11, n12, n19), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6, n15), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10, n17, n18), qlyphz (n10, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15), Believer (n16), Death is Yonder (n16, n20), shlin28 (n16), Seon (n17), hero di classico (n18), autolycus (n19, n21), Ironside (n19)
Wounded = 22: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11), Scottishranger (n13, n18), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14), Renata (n18)
Killed = 76: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma [Luca] (n14), guiri [townie] (n14), Psychonaut [detective] (n14), Scienter [Made] (n14), B_Ray [townie] (n16), gnarlycharlie [Don] (n16), Sigurd [communist recruit] (n16), Sprig [Made] (n16), Clitsome [communist] (n17), fyremarble [don] (n17), gibsonsg91921 [luca] (n17), Winston Hughes [made] (n17), Backwards Logic [Made] (n18), Believer [FBI] (n18), GamezRule [don] (n18), kennigit [Made] (n18), Secura [rogue] (n18), Bsmith [wiseguy] (n19), Jarema [made] (n19), Neri [made] (n19), Tiaexz [made] (n19), White eyes [wiseguy] (n19), Xehh II [wiseguy] (n19), Hero Di Classico (n21)
Lynched = 21: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15) [townie], The Stranger (d15) [rogue], BillMC [detective] (d16), Erebus (d17) [townie], shlin28 [townie] (d18), Scottishranger [don] (d19), Chaotix (d20), Ironside (d21)
Wogged = 5: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4), Silver Jan (d16)
Added: Autolycus (d4)
Active (15):
Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Beefy187, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, Seon, SisterCoyote
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"
...Mark 8:35-37
Night Twenty One -- The Streets of Fatlington
Askthepizzaguy sat reclined in his comfortable chair, high up on the top floor of the Hotel Abattoir. It had a lovely balcony which held a view of the boardwalk and shops. Tonight, he was feeling like staying inside, however. He held a glass of scotch in his right hand, swirling it just slightly between drinks while flipping through the most recent newspaper. He wasn’t surprised to hear a knock on the door.
“Please, come in!” he commanded . The doorknob swiveled for a second, and a woman opened the door. She gave him a slightly amused look.
“Nice place you got here, Don Clemenza. Pity if something were to happen to it.”
Askthepizzaguy reached for the big red button to call in the goons, before remembering he was no longer in the director’s chair. He glanced at the door.
“Oh, looking for your Mades? Never mind them. They’re with me now. I took your advice, showed ‘em some leg.”
Askthepizzaguy looked pointedly at his visitor, who was wearing a long wool coat, men’s pinstriped trousers and, yes, sensible shoes.
“So to speak. Worried yet?” The visitor pulled out a silver cigarette case and offered one to the former Director.
“No.” He took the proffered cigarette, and accepted a light. “I’m calling your bluff.”
“Well, it is a bluff, of course. You know how these things go.” The visitor smoked for a moment, frowning. “I am de-fanged. Your gangsters knew it.” She sighed heavily. “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Anything.”
"But if you don't like it, you'll lie."
"I am what I am."
"Yes." The visitor leaned in close. "I want a good death, Saucy Slice. An honorable one, as befits a true daughter of Fatlington. Capisce?"
"Yes."
"Very well. My car is waiting, and one more night on the beach. It'll be just me with the MaiTais, this time, but that's as it should be. I should go." She took a last drag of her cigarette.
A twinge of wariness ... "Just you?"
"Just me, Don Clemenza." She dropped the cigarette to the floor and stomped it out. Only when her hands came back up to eye level, did he notice the Derringer -- the old Don's gun, with its "Seward's Folly" engraving and "Corleone" scratched into the grip. She fired.
…
Askthepizzaguy chuckled for a few seconds. “I knew I had a good feeling about tonight. I’m a ladies man, you see? And Lady Luck, she just has a big old crush on me, just knew it. Maybe you should check that old gun into a weapon smith before toting it around, eh?” His visitor breathed a sigh. She’d double checked the damned thing before leaving, and still it found a way to misfire.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Don. Do remember that favor?” Sighing once again, she pulled another cigarette from the case, giving it a light as she departed the door.
Meanwhile, across town, Autolycus was enjoying the relatively calm night out on his own porch. He was sitting on a white rocking chair, eyes closed, enjoying the quiet, occasionally sipping a glass of tea. The only sound was that of the occasional vehicle slowly weaving down the street. After a few moments, the sound of a vehicle failed to halt. Instead, the gentle hum of the motor kept at a constant volume. He peaked his eyes open. Two gentlemen were helping themselves out. Each wore a sharp suit and tie.
Auto simply smiled a bit. He was at peace with the world. If this was his time, perhaps that was just it. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the sway of his chair. He could hear their footsteps slowly approaching. Oddly, it seemed that there were far more footsteps than there should be. He peeked his right eye open, and saw a small entourage of four folks approaching from the other side. Each was armed with a Beretta pistol. The four silently aimed their weapons at the two men standing in front of the car. Autolycus simply shut his eyes again, and continued to rock back and forth. No words were exchanged in front of him. But he could hear footsteps. Slowly, it seemed the larger of the two groups were distancing themselves. He heard two car doors open.
BAM!
In spite of his calm, instinct shot Autolycus’ eyes shot open. The man standing next to the passenger side door collapsed in a heap. A small fountain of blood spewed from his right collarbone, just next to his neck. The larger group panicked, looking at each other confused. They fled immediately on foot. Likewise panicked, the driver hopped back in and gunned the vehicle out, leaving his partner behind. Autolycus numbly walked up to the sidewalk, where the body lay face down in a pool of blood. Gently peeking around, Autolycus couldn’t see where the shot was fired from. Still, he mustered the courage o flip the body over. Hero di Classico stared back with vacant eyes. Shaking his head, Autolycus headed back to give Mercy the news.
9:04AM, Friday, 18 November 1951
The Executive Meeting Room (Small Ballroom)
Fatlington Convention Center
Fatlington, New Jersey
"That's actually it," the commissioner finished. "We had another strong night- just one death, and one that was asking for it, it would seem. Now, onto the post mortem results, as usual. First off, your lynch choice, Scottishranger, was the Don of one of Fatlington's families. As for the night casualties; they all are can be put into basically two categories. Tiaexz, Jarema, and Neri were all mades in the service of mafia families. Meanwhile, Bsmith, white eyes, and Xehh II were all unaffiliated folks with some shady ties. We're not sure if they were helping the mafia or not, but they seemed to be off on their own direction, if nothing else. Anyways, that about sums it up. It was a solid night for us, but I'm sure there's still a long ways to go. Director?" The commissioner looked to the newly minted Director Seon, offering the gavel. With gusto, Seon officially opened his first day as Director with a bang.
OOC
Day Twenty Two begins. You are voting to lynch. Phase ends:
Attacked = 65: Askthepizzaguy (n1, n2, n4, n5, n8, n21), Raskolnikov (n1), Slash and earn (n1, n6), slysnake (n1, n3), Earthling (n1), a completely inoffensive name (n2), Master Necromanver (n2), Cahoma (n2), El Barto (n2), Montmorency (n2, n4), Chaotix (n2, n3, n11, n12, n19), taillesskangaru (n3), Secura (n3), Ameranth (n3), Craterus (n3), Cecil XIX (n3, n6), johnhughthom (n4), Ishmael (n4), Drunk Clown (n4, n5), Psychonaut (n5), Suburban Plankton (n4), Sasaki Kojiro (n4), scottishranger (n4, n10), edse (n5), Erebus (n5, n6, n15), Diana Abnoba (n6, n10), J.D. (n6), Zack (n6), Camikaze (n7), Hero di Classico (n7), Diamondeye (n7, n9), guiri (n8), Khazaar (n8, n9, n11), Riedquat (n8), robbiecon (n8), Scienter (n8 x2), sturmhauke (n8), Jarema (n9), Oh! TheLastDays! (n10, n17, n18), qlyphz (n10, n12), Psychonaut (n11), Crazed Rabbit (n12), Erebus (n12), BillMC (n12), Secura (n13), Beefy (n13), white eyes (n13), B_Ray (n14), Renata (n14, n15), Tiaexz (n14), Kennigit (n15), gibsons (n15), Believer (n16), Death is Yonder (n16, n20), shlin28 (n16), Seon (n17), hero di classico (n18), autolycus (n19, n21), Ironside (n19)
Wounded = 22: Slysnake (n1, n3), Lord Brennus (n3), Tratorix (n4), edse (n5), Erebus (n6), Psychonaut (n6), Choxorn (n7), dcmort93 (n7), Zack (n7), guiri (n8), Monk (n8), Sasaki (n9), Lewwyn (N11), Neri (N11), Scottishranger (n13, n18), Sturmhauke (n13), BillMC (n14), The Stranger (n14), Winston Hughes (n14), Renata (n18)
Killed = 76: Captain Black Adder [townie] (n1), Pharoah [townie] (n2), Moros [luca] (n2), ELITEWARMAN8GINGYBREADMENMILK [townie] (n2), TinCow [detective] (n3), Xenoneb [townie] (n3), El Barto [detective] (n3), Arjos [FBI chief] (n3), Ameranth [wiseguy] (n4), Lord Winter [wiseguy] (n4), Suburban Plankton [detective] (n5), slysnake [townie] (n5), Lord Brennus [townie] (n5), Bow-wow-wow [townie] (n5), ByzantineKnight [townie] (n6), Kagemusha [serial killer] (n6), Tratorix [FBI] (n6), Raskolnikov [wiseguy] (n6), Nictel [wiseguy] (n6), J.D. [wiseguy] (n6), Visorslash [communist leader] (n7), Cecil XIX [townie] (n7), Drunk Clown [luca] (n7), Johnhughthom [wiseguy] (n7), Jolt [Made] (n7), Romanic [wiseguy] (n7), fubbleskag [doctor] (n8), Ibn-Khaldun [townie] (n8), Memnon [townie] (n8), robbiecon [townie] (n8), Andres [Special Agent] (n8), Camikaze [Made] (n8), Frozen in Ice [wiseguy] (n8), woad&fangs [townie] (n9), Zack [townie] (n9), Zim [Luca] (n9), Choxorn [townie] (n9), dcmort93 [townie] (n9), Diamondeye [wiseguy] (n10),
AggonyKing [townie] (n10), God Emperor [made] (n10), Skotsko [made] (n10), slash and earn [townie] (n10), thefluffyone93 [rogue detective] (n10), Craterus [townie] (n11), Peasant Phill [Don] (n11), Sasaki [Don] (n11), ULC [townie] (n11), Khazaar [townie] (n12), Johhog [Wiseguy] (n12), qlyphz [townie] (n12), Lewwyn [made] (n13), Monk [townie] (n13), Yaropolk [townie] (n13), Cahoma [Luca] (n14), guiri [townie] (n14), Psychonaut [detective] (n14), Scienter [Made] (n14), B_Ray [townie] (n16), gnarlycharlie [Don] (n16), Sigurd [communist recruit] (n16), Sprig [Made] (n16), Clitsome [communist] (n17), fyremarble [don] (n17), gibsonsg91921 [luca] (n17), Winston Hughes [made] (n17), Backwards Logic [Made] (n18), Believer [FBI] (n18), GamezRule [don] (n18), kennigit [Made] (n18), Secura [rogue] (n18), Bsmith [wiseguy] (n19), Jarema [made] (n19), Neri [made] (n19), Tiaexz [made] (n19), White eyes [wiseguy] (n19), Xehh II [wiseguy] (n19), Hero Di Classico (n21)
Lynched = 21: Earthling [townie] (d2), a completely inoffensive name [townie] (d3), Subotan [wiseguy] (d3), Major Robert Dump [wiseguy] (d4), Ishmael [communist] (d5), Montmorency [wiseguy] (d6), landlubber [Made] (d8), Captain Blackadder [townie] (d9), Riedquat [townie] (d10), Edse [surgeon] (d11), Populus Romanus [surgeon] (d12), Crazed Rabbit [made] (d13), Sturmhauke (d15) [townie], The Stranger (d15) [rogue], BillMC [detective] (d16), Erebus (d17) [townie], shlin28 [townie] (d18), Scottishranger [don] (d19), Chaotix (d20), Ironside (d21)
Wogged = 5: bestrfcplayer (n6), cpdwane [townie] (n4), Master Necromanver [Don] (n4), taillesskangaru [townie] (n4), Silver Jan (d16)
Added: Autolycus (d4)
Active (15):
Askthepizzaguy, Autolycus, Beefy187, DaveShack, Death is yonder, Diana Abnoba, Double A, Krill, LazyMcCrow, Nightbringer, Niklas, O!TheLastDays!, Renata, Seon, SisterCoyote
Hail Director Seon!
Vote: Death is yonder
Sorry Renata, I know that would have been delicious, but no.... I'd rather not die like a punk after all that.
Sorry Renata, I know that would have been delicious, but no.... I'd rather not die like a punk after all that.
Actually no, changed my mind.
I think this is the better path. We'll get you the lynch, and then we're good to go.
Unvote, vote: Renata
I think this is the better path. We'll get you the lynch, and then we're good to go.
Unvote, vote: Renata
Vote:Renata
Because I need to make my natural tendencies pay!
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Well, I suppose I have been doing that, but the more pain the better!
Because I need to make my natural tendencies pay!
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Well, I suppose I have been doing that, but the more pain the better!
Vote: Renata sorry my friend, but it is time for you to go now.
That was not part of the plan, me dying, but at least my team still wins.
Originally Posted by hero di classico:
That was not part of the plan, me dying, but at least my team still wins.
Wasn't part of my plan either. 1:6 chance of getting hurt? I wonder if those dice are loaded at this point.That was not part of the plan, me dying, but at least my team still wins.
That said, it's all over but the crying, and I'm ready to boat this bass whenever you guys are.
vote: Renata
Nice try, that.
Nice try, that.
Had to do it.
Originally Posted by hero di classico:
That was not part of the plan, me dying, but at least my team still wins.
I can't believe I just left you on the pavement and drove off. That was not part of the plan, me dying, but at least my team still wins.
vote: Renata
Sorry not have had the opportunity to be part of your family too
Sorry not have had the opportunity to be part of your family too
vote: Renata
vote: Renata
I don't know if this will mean anything.
But anyone who votes for Death is Yonder will get my vote.
Rawr etc etc.
But anyone who votes for Death is Yonder will get my vote.
Rawr etc etc.
Quick word of warning: I'm an idiot and leave things to do until the very last possible minute. Because of this I may be passed out from exhaustion when the lynch period ends tomorrow. Expect delays. 
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