Just got on, and expected more discussion,
so please explain this to me (on the basis white eyes was innocent and his crazyness didn't make him evil):
-WHY DO I ALWAYS CHOOSE THE WRONG PEOPLE TO LYNCH!?![]()
Just got on, and expected more discussion,
so please explain this to me (on the basis white eyes was innocent and his crazyness didn't make him evil):
-WHY DO I ALWAYS CHOOSE THE WRONG PEOPLE TO LYNCH!?![]()
"When given a role....one must play his part"
Edit: I mean look at "whispers in the night" I went from being a Townie-->Protown--->Mafia, in two nights.....why did you think I was so unhappy with my role?? because my role might have at anytime go from Pro-town to Mafia.....and have no real changes come with it...![]()
Last edited by White_eyes:D; 02-07-2009 at 07:44.
End Night One...
...Opening log...
...Retrieving Holographic Recording...
As the lights begin shutting down for the night cycle, one marine could not fall asleep. His mind was filled with image of the crazed Iris - why, oh why did she have to go like that? It made him feel cold and distant, and he struggled with her death in his mind. He had seen people die before, but...it bothered him to have seen Iris die like that, and his mind was drifting further and further into depression, his heart heavy and his thoughts clouded.
Sitting up in bed and swinging his legs over, the Marine decided to go and get himself a drink, to try and clear his mind. But he stopped dead when he saw the most beautiful woman before him. She was of messy raven hair, longing violet eyes, full rose red lips, glistening pale skin, and temptingly lithe form. Her breathe was short as her chest heaved with anticipation, her hand reaching out and seductively pulling the Marine in gently, kissing him passionately.
The Marine was taken completely off guard, but his mind filled with need - need of this woman, need to banish the dark thoughts and replace it with bliss, a need to hold tightly onto this little piece of sanity, this little bit of lust, to ave himself, a need, a need...
Far away, deep in the bowels of the ship, the moonlight sonata echoes, reverberating of the metal and producing a saddening, hollow, haunting melody. In the midst of a dark room, a lone cloaked figure orchestrates alone, his movements perfectly in rhythm. A smile crosses his stitched face as he hums to the music...
...end recording...
Alive
taka
seireikhaan
shlin28
TheFlax
777Ares777
boudica
Quintus.JC
Andres
Chaotix27
187Beefyz
LittleGrizzly
CountArach
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Rythmic
glyphz
Jolt
TevashSzat
Ichigo
||GoTW||Warman8||Sldr||-III-||
Executed
White_Eyes :D
Begin Day Two...
Vote: YLC
He takes too long to do the night writeups. What is he really doing?
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
What are you? And who is this YLC you speak of?... Apparently you are not even on the crew manifest. Begone apparition!
At least no one died tonight, are there even Nephelim onboard? Although I did hear a haunting melodie coming from the bowels of the ship. I have to say, some people have strange hobbies...
It seems according to YLC's latest post before the night ended, that he didn't get all the required orders.
However, the night was not entirely uneventful.
The woman (a Nephilim?) infected some ECD grunt and we have a somebody playing an unknown instrument.
It might be one or two roles that were active last night. Depending on the relation between the woman and the scarred man.Originally Posted by YLC
Not sure who to vote yet... But I will stick around in the medbay.
Location: Medbay
Last edited by Sigurd; 02-07-2009 at 11:46.
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A "male" nephilem controlling a "male" Marine?
Interesting...
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