The Revenge of Inishmore! [Concluded]

[Captain Blackadder]

This is all Captain Blackadder's fault!

How so?

[Askthepizzaguy]

How so?

Joking. I was chanelling C-3P0

[pevergreen]

Captain Blackadder sat in his posh 7 story mansion, watching hockey on his gigantic plasma television. He was sipping only the finest wine. Since he had thousands of bottles of "only" the finest wine in his wine cellar, that much was a given. Unexpectedly, the power went out, and the plasma television cut off. Blackadder knew this could only mean one thing. He just sat there in the dark, smirking, and turned around to see the large doors of his mansion bust open. He snapped his fingers and one of the scantily-clad servant girls went to make him some popcorn. Through the open doors of his mansion, one man in an orange jacket, dark pants, and dark, curly hair. He flipped a coin across the room, and it landed inside Blackadder's jukebox, which began playing Michael Jackson's Beat it.

CB started bobbing his head with the music, clapped his hands together with the beat, and watched as the gangster began dancing around the large entertainment room, smashing vases and pots, and setting fire to priceless works of art, all in step with the music. The servant girls returned with the popcorn, and gave CB a lap dance while feeding him the popcorn. He could scarcely keep his eye on the rather impressive dancing of the two criminals in his mansion. CB had his priorities straight, after all.

The criminal took out a sledgehammer and took out the plasma TV. Blackadder, meanwhile, happily munched on his popcorn while bobbing his head up and down, and enjoyed the dancing of the servant girls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man jump on top of the pool table and begin dancing like only Michael Jackson could. One of the servant girls flipped a switch and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and strobe lights began flashing. One of the servant girls handed an electric guitar to the man, and he began playing the most awesome guitar solo ever. He jumped off of the pool table and moved directly into the crowd of CB's ladies. None of the ladies paid him any attention, they were focused on Blackadder.

At this point, Blackadder got out of his chair and began to bust a move. No one was going to come into his mansion and out-smooth him. He began snapping his fingers, and did the moonwalk once more, only more awesome than the first time. Even more importantly, CB was wearing a white jacket and white pants and a black shirt, so he was clearly better dressed than this pretender to the throne. His hair was also much blacker, much curlier, and much more poofy. Blackadder began singing the lyrics better than Michael Jackson himself. The gangster knew better than to try to upstage the Captain, so he became his backup dancer, and the servant girls joined in.

As the gangster played the guitar, Captain Blackadder brought out a tommy gun and began to shoot up the place with it, as he sang and danced better than anyone in history. All the ladies and even some of the gentlemen began to swoon. He could have had anyone if he wanted to. Some of the more industrious onlookers from the street, who were unable to scale Blackadder's 20 foot tall iron fence or avoid the hundreds of guard dogs and Mission-Impossible-style alarm systems, began wishing they could all swarm inside Casa de Blackadder, making it the most popular nightclub in all of Australia. Everyone was building up quite a sweat. Except for the Captain who remained cool as a cucumber.

When the song was nearly over, CB's servant girls began to shower him with roses, gold coins, bras and panties. Everyone was jealous of him, especially the criminal, who simply couldn't outshine him, even though he tried REALLY hard this time. So just as the song ended, the gentleman with the electric guitar smashed Captain Blackadder over the head with it, shattering it into a million pieces and electrocuting him in the process. Even in his death throes, the energy from the guitar caused Blackadder to drop to the ground and begin boogying like no one had ever seen before. He was breakdancing faster than anyone could see; a blur of pure awesome and drop-dead sexy.

One of the servant girls fainted from the sight of this.... Blackadder's machismo caused her to go light-headed. She wanted him so badly. The criminal rushed over to her.

"My life means nothing to me. But Captain Blackadder must live on."

The man in the orange jacket just nodded, but said that sadly, it needed to be done. Then he took his sledgehammer, and smashed Blackadder's skull like Gallagher. Then he grabbed CB's tommy gun and moonwalked out of Casa de Blackadder, nodding to the beat he felt in his soul, out of reverence for the recently departed. When news hit the papers the next morning that Blackadder was dead, all industry and commerce shut down. A respectful silence was observed for an entire week afterward. This silent peace happened everywhere, and all the wars and conflicts across the world ended, at least momentarily. "Blackadder remembrance week" is still observed to this very day, during which only Michael Jackson may be played on the radio, only hockey may be viewed on television, and popcorn may only be eaten during a lap dance.

After hearing all of this, Reenk Roink went "Hey! That was supposed to be MY murder! Lazy mafioso...."


The other nightclub, was again, almost devoid of patrons. Two people were inside.

One had decided to come out in very casual attire, and as such you could see a number of tattoos on his shoulders. He looked at the other person.

"Ey bru. Whats up? You want a chup bru? You want a chup? What about a drink? I'm parched az!"

The other man looked at him strangely but only said, "You pretty parched...bro?"

"Yeah bru, I'm parched!"

The conversation continued and the men were best of friends.


Alive: 6/39
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 18/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market


The remaining six arrived and sat in front of pevergreen.

"You are the last six. I trust you will all participate in today's voting session? Csargo, I'm looking at you."

Csargo hung his head in shame.

pevergreen looked at each of the people.

atheotes, Beefy and split sat with Csargo on pever's left. On his right was Pyschonaut and Reenk Roink.

atheotes looked smug, he smiled and winked at pevergreen. Beefy sat mouthing the lyrics to "Turning Japanese". pevergreen winced at the thought of Beefy running around singing that song. split bopped his head to an unheard beat, but you could see him restraining himself from breaking out into a cool dance. He thought about last night and chuckled silently.

Pyschonaut looked conernced, only 6 were left. How would he save his town?

Reenk Roink looked completely calm. In his mind he knew that if he survived, he would be attacked again at night. It was inevitable. He played his favourite daydream again. He was off in a far away land, and was the High Priest-king Reenk Roink. Perhaps his favourite subject was the town idiot. It was terrible that he died so early in the expedition, but the method of his death still brought a smile to the face of Reenk.

pevergreen was worried at the layout of the voters. It seemed there was a power block on his left and two independants on his right. He wasn't sure of anyone these days, who could he trust?

He went for a short walk as the players started the discussions. He played out scenarios in his head. Should he consider releasing those left in prison? It would be too risky. He was sure some of them were not townspeople.

He made his way back and saw that if the current trend kept up, Pyschonaut would be lynched. The expressions hadn't changed, except for Pyschonaut...and oddly, Reenk.

Pyscho was understandably, relieved. To be sent to prison was to live, let those left free and alive fight it to the death. Reenk however, had begun to openly smile. It was just reaching the attention of those to his right.

Reenk started mouthing some words. pevergreen watched him, trying to discern what he was saying. It took him a while but when he figured it out, he realised what Reenk was doing.

"Three, two, one and....ding. Its showtime."

pevergreen looked around worried. Showtime? What could that possibly mean.

His search ended as atheotes jumped to his feet. His eyes glazed over as he looked out of town, towards the lighthouse. Everyone but Reenk gasped in anticipation. This had happened before, and it had not ended well for any involved. Their jaws undropped though, as they all joined atheotes on his feet, gazing at the lighthouse. As one, they exited out of the town and headed towards the lighthouse.

Then, just Reenk Roink and pevergreen remained. Reenk smiled at pever.

"Come on Mr. Green, lets take a walk."

pevergreen gulped nervously and joined Reenk as they walked to the prison. Reenk pulled out a lighter and a cigar and offered one to pevergreen. He shook his head, Reenk shrugged and lit his up.

"Its been a long time coming, you know? Those on the way to the house will unfortunately end up inside a fissure, a nice hole in the ground for them. But those in prison? Oh they're gunna burn."

With that, Reenk tossed the lighter into a pool against the wall. pevergreen started to laugh, but then noticed that it wasn't water, but oil. And those piles of objects around the prison? Not bricks, but sticks of dynamite and containers of napalm.

Reenk grabbed pever and they ran. When they heard the explosion, they ran faster.

The dust settled and they panted and looked at each other.

Reenk grinned, "Seems I'm the only one left. Care to come back to my place, I play a mean game of Perfect Dark. I got the original cartidge and everything set up."

pevergreen's jaw dropped. He wanted nothing more in the world.


Game over.

Arsonist victory



Alive: 1/39
Reenk Roink

Lynched: 9/39
autolycus
Thermal Mercury
Zack
Warman
Yaropolk
Niklas
Greyblades
Subotan
GeneralHankercheif

Killed: 23/39
Myrddraal
Khazaar
Chaotix (lynched)
Sasaki Kojiro
Scienter
Sigurd
Methos
Renata
TinCow
YLC
Yaseikhaan
Askthepizzaguy
Seamus
Diamondeye
White_eyes:D
Crazed Rabbit
Winston Hughes
Joooray
Captain Blackadder
atheotes
Beefy187
Csargo
Psychonaut
spL1tp3r50naL1ty

Wrath of God: 5/39
Lord Winter
slashandburn
Centurion1
Secura
A Very Super Market



Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people.

[Greyblades]

...What just happened?

[Renata]

None of the factions I belonged to during the game won, that's what happened.

[TinCow]

Reenk killed 5 people by himself? The roles in this game make no sense.

[pevergreen]

Reenk killed 5 people by himself? The roles in this game make no sense.

Once you see his role PM you'll understand

your second post: I do that in all my games now. I like to let all the info out at once with the full explanation. Not have person x say oh i was so-and-so. person y asks what he could do and he butchers the explanation.

[TinCow]

Please do not reveal your roles or say anything to give away who you are, until I have posted the roles and PM's. It says so in the original rules people.

Ah, nevermind. I think this is a GH-style false ending. At least... I hope it is.