Well I think that’s a claim that won’t make me alter my vote.
Another serial killer claim? so lets see if you flip SK, or do you have delusions of Nanook
Well I think that’s a claim that won’t make me alter my vote.
Another serial killer claim? so lets see if you flip SK, or do you have delusions of Nanook
Well, if it’s a truthful claim it may give us useful data. I think he’s scum, though. A serial killer wouldn’t have put on that big smoke and mirror show.
I have a problem with this line of reasoning, because it renders the game essentially unwinnable and, in my opinion, hiding a players’ identity from themselves would cross the line from “gastard game” to “retarded travesty masquerading as mafia”.
And let’s not discount the fact that we had no rash of deaths from people not putting in obligatory kill orders. Unless we are to assume that people were not only lied to about their roles, but lied to in a way such that all SK(s) and Vig(s) were given a role with a targeting capability. In which case we’d expect to have seen something along the lines of “hey, someone died that I was protecting, something’s wrong here” because that’d have been a useful thing to know on Day Two and I think anyone who thought they were a doc would have posted about a “protection-breaking kill” which would have looked very interesting if they were then revealed as an SK.
Mod note: Removed game-breaking post.
Gukumatz,
Game Room Moderator.
hmmmm!
Um, didn’t you get killed off?
Jesus Christ.
So if we’re still playing why did you just give it away? Are you ruining it for everyone?
HA!
NAF, so help me, I’m going to find you and pelt you with a biased list of why I’m never playing in your games again. =P
I guess there’s no way to recover from this. Damn me for posting to the wrong board. I’m really sorry for ruining your game, everyone.
Four o one…we’re officially late with some answers here.
So are we still playing?
Yeah yeah. Give Hoopy a minute. This game runs on GST (Gastard Standard Time).
Hey now, remember this is not *my *game. I am just here for the taunting.
I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of eldeberries. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a!
Sorry guys. The network at work just went to crap about an hour ago. Hopefully this goes through…
The villagers all advanced upon ColdPhoenix. Knowing what was coming next, ColdPhoenix turned and ran from the village square. However, he didn’t get very far as a giant ball of blue-tinged electricity materialized and blocked his way. In the center of it was a man. Naked. And not just any man, but the current Governor of California.
“Sarah Cahnnah?” the man asked.
“Obviously not,” replied ColdPhoenix.
Yah clothes…give dem to me nohww!" the Governator ordered.
Averting his eyes, ColdPhoenix replied “I’m not gonna run around nude. Besides, I don’t think they’d fit you.”
“Big mistake!” Then turning to the rest of the Villagers, he said, “You guys watch him. Don’t let him out of your sight or escape. Ah’ll be bahk.”
The Governator strode into the military surplus store in town and closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he emerged in full camouflage with various armaments.
The Governator grabbed ColdPhoenix and shoved him up against the wall of the surplus store. Taking two daggers out of his belt, he slammed each one through a shoulder of ColdPhoenix, pinning him to the building.
“You ah wahn ahgly mahthafahka. Ah think you need to stick ahround. Remember when ah said ah’d kill you last? Ah lied”
“You never said you’d kill me at all. I’d remember that.”
“Shaht ahp! Youh giving me a headache.”
“It might be a tumor,” suggested ColdPhoenix.
“It’s naht a toomah! Nohw where wahs ah. Oh, yeah. Who is youh dahdy ahnd what dahs he do?” the Governator asked ColdPhoenix.
“What? What kind of question is that? Why do you even care?”
“Actually, ah don’t. Hasta la vista, behbeh!” and with that, the Governator shot ColdPhoenix between the eyes point blank. “Consideh daht a dihvahce!”
Then addressing the rest of the Villagers he said “You know whats best in lahf? To crush youh ehnemeees, to see them driven befah youh, ahnd to heah da lamentations of dar women. Oh yeah, and ahm to give you this.”
He reached down to his belt and peeled off a playing card, he dropped it face down where he stood. Before the villagers could do anything, they suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter approaching. They watched it as it flew over and touched down right outside of town.
“Tahm to get to da choppa!” and with that Ahh-nahld ran off. He happened to pass by the door of Allwaker’s place. Glancing in, he saw the guillotine and the head. He stopped, turned around and adressed the remaining Villagers:
“You keeled a cahp, you eediots!”
He then finished his run to the helicopter and disappeared inside. It lifted off and once it disappeared, the remaining living Villagers bent down and flipped the card over. On it was written:
**ColdPhoenix - Town Vanilla
**
Night begins now and will end no later than 3 P.M. Saturday CDT. All night actions need to be into me by then.
However, I will not be around at 3 P.M. for Dawn (hence the “no later than” part). So if everyone could get their Night actions in early, I’d appreciate it. Also if you don’t mind Night ending early, let me know via PM (this goes for everyone, not just those with actions). That way I can be around for it. I probably won’t start it any earlier than Noon CDT.
If anyone objects to starting Dawn early or doesn’t get their night action in, Dawn will start normally and NAF will have to start it. If the night is cut short, Day will be extended to make up the difference (i.e. all subsequent dusks and dawns still occur at 3).
The current player list consists of:
Alive:
3. Zsofia
6. DiggitCamara
8. BillMC
10. Zeriel
15. Freudian Slit
Dead:
2. Tom Scud - Town Vanilla - Lynched Day 1
Double Hmmm
Are we… continuing? Are we just acting like that didn’t happen?
What didn’t happen? The game is still going on, if that is your question.
There are still choices to be made and titles to be won.