good lord| if you're telling the truth you're setting new records for scumminess as a townie -Renata on IM, 16/09/2011
Feles deliberatissimae subiugare humanitiati sunt, et res solae quae eas desinunt canes sunt.
I see I've been sigged yet again -Askthepizzaguy, 02/08/2012
Hindsight is 20/20 Askthepizzaguy, 10/07/2013
Also, a mistake on my end: On account of daylight savings time ending, the deadline is actually 9 PM EST tomorrow. I have updated the timer in the end of day post and have relinked it here for your reference:
Day 2 Start (Choxorn and Winston Hughes have died)
This summer I was at my 7 year old's 40th birthday. He has fairly grey hair. Have you noticed how different celebrities have some fragile life they can compare themselves with? When all young/semi-young nephew's gets grey hair, then it's like my uncle's. When they get receding Strawberry Fields, then it is like Hey Jude. And when all or almost all the uncles are gone, then it is like my nephew's playhouse.
It was a joyful primary, but contentious because while I was out on the terrace imagining my uncle standing in front of me nude - he is 40 years old- and then torching one of the fragile lifes placed in the garden (on occasion of the party) and firing the set to the playhouse and torching it on the leader, while he says: "Look, nephew - how different celebrities can be." And while the tasty treat then burns and implodes and turns into George Carlin he adds "I only do this because I am Jason Statham".
You are a slice of beer bread (aka Vanilla Townie).
Win Conditions:
You win if all threats to town are eliminated, and at least one town-aligned player is alive.
Abilities:
You're the best thing since sliced bread. Lol jk. You have no abilities. Your minimal strength comes from your vote. Hopefully the bacteria you've picked up from rolling around on the ground have mutated far enough to give you intellect.
Early on that night, a figure approached Choxorn's house and started knocking on his door. When Choxorn opened the door, he found a tall man standing there with a strange smile on his face.
“Who are you sir?” asked Choxorn.
“I'm a member of the Gluten Free World Organization and I'm here to steal your ability permanently!” said the smiling man.
“But I do not have any ability, I swear!”
“We both know you at least have one ability and I will take it from you, so do not resist and comply or I will hurt you!”
“Ok, go ahead and try to steal my ability, but you will find none!”
“Thank you, this will take only a moment,” said the smiling man, while taking a shiny little tool, resembling a toy pistol, out from his pocket.
“Woah! Wait a second, what is that thing?” asked a panicked Choxorn.
“Calm down,” said the smiling man, while slowly aiming at Choxorn's chest.
“This is the standard tool of the GFWOrg to steal abilities; it doesn't cause any pain, just let me show you…”
“But it looks like a kind of gun....”
Shhhhwiiiiiinnnng!
The smiling man fired his weapon; Choxorn was pulverized in a second, and he didn't suffer any pain.
“Told ya. I took your ability to breath and to bread,” said the smiling man, while looking at the small pile of black powder left where Choxorn was standing before.
You are a slice of Whole-Wheat Bread (aka Vanilla Town).
Win Conditions:
You win if all threats to town are eliminated, and at least one town-aligned player is alive.
Abilities:
You're the best thing since sliced bread. Lol jk. You have no abilities. Your minimal strength comes from your vote. Hopefully the bacteria you've picked up from rolling around on the ground have mutated far enough to give you intellect.
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