I'm pretty sure Renata's avatar is a man in a whig. btw, don't read too much into that with your theory pizza.
I'm pretty sure Renata's avatar is a man in a whig. btw, don't read too much into that with your theory pizza.
I wondered why Sasaki's avatar had that cheeky grin.
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."
Okay, I get to share a funny anecdote now.
When searching for the above picture on the interwebs, I used yahoo with the "safe search" on (for obvious reasons). Then, I showed Diana the picture and the above post about Sasaki for a laugh, and showed her how I cropped the original picture to make it more org-friendly. Then she wanted to see the original which is slightly more risque, and then she wanted me to turn the "safe search" off to look at all the hunky men. So for the search for "sexiest man" I hit "safe search off" and Yahoo spits this gem back in my face, which Diana thought was even funnier than the jab at Sasaki:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
That isn't what "this should be good" means in english.
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sniff... sniff... ATPG...
sniff... sniff... hmm....
EVIL MINION!!!
We do not sow.
Alright, a wee less spam, folks.
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.
Hey guys and gals,
sorry for being so incredibly inactive so far in the game. I'm really swamped with uni stuff at the moment and I don't think it will get any better sometime soon. That's why I asked Andres to replace me. Though I'm very sad about that, I don't think it's fair to occupy a spot that could be filled with a more active replacement player.
So I'm very sorry to drop from this game, but I hope I'll be able to be more active in a game in the near future.
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Supreme Victory, The Shadow Fort
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Night 2 - Conclusion
Centurion1 was very surprised about what had happened so far. This is not what he expected from what should be the most important event in the history of vampire hunting.
Talks about kinky sex and lesbians? Really?
What did they expect to achieve with that? Did they really expect to catch a vampire by comparing chains and whips and commenting on questionable activities?
He couldn’t believe it. What an utterly absurd situation! The world was in danger to be ruled by the cursed ones and tell the supposed saviours of mankind talked about was... kinky sex?
His angry thoughts kept him awake, so he decided to go out for a walk.
Bearing in mind what happened last night, he didn’t go out unarmed though. He took 6 silver daggers with him. It was a bit odd to walk around with a silver sword on your belt nowadays, so he hid his blade in his long leather jacket. He also wore the ancient chainmail he inherited from one of his illustrous ancestors under his clothes, and a steel hat that looked like a regular hat.
It wouldn’t be an easy task to kill him during his walk.
He left the hotel and decided to go to the Cathedral. Praying wasn't a bad thing to do when confronted with the most powerful of all vampires.
A figure wearing a dark cloak followed him silently as he left his hotel.
While he was hastily walking through a narrow street, the dark figure jumped forward and hit Centurion1 on his steel hat with a wooden club. The blow would have been lethal if it weren’t for the hat. Centurion1’s training immediately took over and he quickly drew his sword and one of his daggers. He turned around and threw the silver dagger in the direction of where the cloaked figure should have been standing.
The dagger didn’t find flesh and bones on its’ way though. Whirling around, Centurion1 kept looking out for his attacker.
In the corner of his left eye, he saw a reflection and he quickly turned that way. In front of him stood a person, wearing a dark cloak.
Centurion1 looked at his enemy.
“You look familiar.”
His enemy didn’t answer. Centurion1 attacked, but his enemy simply moved to the right. Centurion1 clumsily stumbled forward and fell. The dark figure hit him again with the wooden club. And again, and again, and again. The remarkable solid club was everywhere and it was wielded with supernatural power. The chainmail and the helmet didn’t protect him well enough and soon, Centurion1 went unconscious.
The cloaked figure paused for a while, catching his breath. The killer stepped towards the unconsious victim and drew a sword.
With a quick and clean strike, Centurion1’s head was seperated from his body.
***
It was a rainy night. Contrary to popular believe, southern Spain was not all about sun. Here, in the Sierra Nevada moutains, it could rain very hard.
In a narrow street of Albaicin, Chaotix found shelter against the heavy rain. He cursed.
It wasn't just the rain, but also the lack of manners...
No letter, no e-mail, no documents, not even a simple phone call to explain what he was supposed to do here. Just a dry and short notice, saying “get yourover to Granada, now!”
People nowadays had no style, no class. Gone were the days when you got elaborate letters, without spelling or grammatical mistakes, a map, a book with information and gadgets to help you out on your mission.
Nothing, or “nada” as they said here. Bah. He shrugged.
While he was busy cursing and complaining and feeling self-pity, he didn’t notice the dark figure sneaking up on him.
Suddenly, a silver dagger was planted into his belly. The poison on the dagger caused a tremendous pain, but for some reason, there wasn’t enough poison on the knife and Chaotix didn’t die.
The attacker stepped forward and sighed. This one would be less easy than the previous one.
He took a deep breath and then kicked Chaotix on the head with his steel-toe boot. Chaotix moaned and he moaned even harder when the steel-toe boot hit him in the stomach, on the back and in his face, that got reduced to a bloody mess.
The attacker recollected his dagger back and stabbed Chaotix a couple of times in the neck and the chest.
When the victim was finally dead, the attacker stood up, impassive at the bloodbad. He wiped his dagger clean on Chaotix’ shirt and calmly walked away.
***
Day 3 - Generalife
The daggers gathered in the Generalife again.
Naib Secura waited until everybody was present.
In complete silence, she stepped forward.
"Brothers and sisters, I received sad news early this morning. Last night, two of our members got killed: Chaotix and Centurion1. We have reasons to believe that it is our foe who is behind the killings."
For a brief moment, the shocked brothers and sisters kept silent. Then they started to talk, again.
***
Alive (35)
1. Askthepizzaguy
2. TheFlax
3. Niklas
4. Renata
5. Sasaki Kojiro
6. Beskar
7. Diana Abnoba
8. Double A
9. TinCow
10. atheotes
11. The Stranger
12. GH
13. Methos
14. Ibn-Khaldun
15. spL1tp3r50naL1ty
16. Romanic
17. Captain Blackadder
18. Jolt
19. Psychonaut
20. Greyblades
21. YLC
22. Peasant Phill
23. Seon
24. Death is Yonder (replaces Joooray)
25. AVSM
26. slashandburn
27. Kukrikhan
28. White_Eyes:D
29. Beefy187
30. Secura
31. Kagemusha
32. pevergreen
33. 'khaan
34. johnhughthom
35. Scienter
Killed (4)
autolycus
Yaropolk
Chaotix
Centurion1
Lynched (1)
Csargo
WoG (0)
***
It is now day. You can start voting. Deadline for voting is exactly 24 hours starting from the time stamp of this post. Lynch write-up may be a little later.
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Annoucement:
Death is yonder will replace Joooray.
Andres is our Lord and Master and could strike us down with thunderbolts or beer cans at any time. ~Askthepizzaguy
Ja mata, TosaInu
This killer is not very efficient for a supernatural being.
They didn't drink any blood either.
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
The rules say the two henchmen are "slaves" of the Vampire. I guess that means they're not vampires themselves.
Vote: The Stranger
The rules say that hmm?
He's right; now I re-read it, it appears that they're akin to thralls, really... they're not actually vampires like the Ancient One.
Well spotten, TC. :3
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
and what makes me a suspect for the vote? omg... tincow... you are getting more and more suspicious with your obsessive behaviour towards my character. i've carefully analysed your behaviour and it seems you are guilty of jumping to random conclusions based on assumtions, of which we all know is the mother of all ****ups, and giving no sane argument to cover your ***.
so... FOS @ TINCOW!
i dont see how slave leads to not vampire. that is just illogical.
the slaves of the vampire can be vampires themselves or they can be not vampires themselves. no clue towards that is being given in the rules. clearly, you know then that the slaves of the vampire are not vampires themselves from another source, perhaps from a ROLEPM??
EVEN MORE FOS @ TINCOW!!!
ah new evidence has suggested that they are not vampires after all... however only you have noticed it before, why suddenly this notification? Explain yourself tincow!!!
Last edited by The Stranger; 05-13-2010 at 21:43.
We do not sow.
Vote: Jolt
Shot in the dark, based on who got killed.
#Winstontoostrong
#Montytoostronger
Hmm, the vote between TS and csargo wasn't as close as I thought it was going to be, I'll have to look at that again.
Anyone think that TheStranger is probably going to get nightkilled?
Vote: Double A
"I'm going to die anyway, and therefore have nothing more to do except deliberately annoy Lemur." -Orb, in the chat
"Lemur. Even if he's innocent, he's a pain; so kill him." -Ignoramus
"I'm going to need to collect all of the rants about the guilty lemur, and put them in a pretty box with ponies and pink bows. Then I'm going to sprinkle sparkly magic dust on the box, and kiss it." -Lemur
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