I figured if I said I was the Boss, nobody would believe me about that either.
Actually, at this point, I think lynching me is the best move for the town, because nobody will believe a thing I say from this point out.
Remember that I say now as a townie going to the gallows with nothing left to hide after I’m gone: somebody investigate Hal. His posting pattern seems weird to me. Count his posts and see that they’re mostly fluff or agreeance.
hee, that sentence doesn’t so much make sense does it. S’what I get for taking 15 minutes to write a 5 line post.
Also, Capn’ are you really the boss? If so, cool beans 
, if not…why so angry? If you were a power role, you should have claimed before now. If you are vanilla…well, hey, at least you aren’t getting recruited.
If we never believed people whom were previously thought to appear scummy, we wouldn’t get too far. Its a long game and feelings about people will change throughout it.
Vote tallies:
CapnPitt (9) - NAF1138, chrisk, MHaye, Hal Briston, bufftabby, Hotflungwok, Diomedes, Menocchio, Millit the Frail
Pleonast (6) - Hockey Monkey, (Menocchio*), Freudian Slit, (bufftabby), (Diomedes), (Millit the Frail), OneCentStamp, Darth Sensitive, CapnPitt, sinjin
Menocchio (4) - (Diomedes*), dotchan, (CapnPitt), Pleonast, Idle Thoughts, (Blaster Master), Koldanar
Freudian Slit (2) - Hawkeyeop, Santo Rugger
OneCentStamp (1) - HazelNutCoffee
hotflungwok (1) - Blaster Master
dotchan (0) - (Millit the Frail)
HazelNutCoffee (0) - (Blaster Master), (chrisk)
bufftabby (0) - (Idle Thoughts)
The sun sets serenely over the horizon, but the citizens of Upper Doperville feel anything but calm. The votes of the day are set, and one unfortunate citizen has been marked for death. The bell in the town square is rung, and the stern visage of Uncle Cecil looks out over the amassed townspeople.
CapnPitt walks reluctantly through the town square, flanked by chrisk and MHaye. They assist CapnPitt up the rickety stairs of their newly-constructed gallows, holding him firmly but not unkindly. A few final moments pass as they stand upon the scaffold and put the noose around CapnPitt’s neck.
As the sun sinks low and its light finally winks out, each of you feels a tightness around your neck. Staring at CapnPitt’s doomed face, you hold your breath but cannot look away.
NAF1138 pulls the lever and the trap door falls away…
CapnPitt, a Townsperson, is dead.
It is now Night 2. The sun rises at 11am CST on Thursday, March 6.
Hmph. Well, I suppose it was asking quite a bit.
Misplaced parting shots aside, sorry to see you go, Capn.
Okay, now we can go back to not listening to Naf 
Well, that kinda sucks.
I really am sorry to see you go Capn’ and do hope you will play again in the future. Being the first person to get lynched is never fun.
Huh.
Well, c’mon Pleo. I’ll buy you a drink.
Shit.
How the hell did that happen, anyway? It seemed he had a ton of votes, but nobody really actively advocating that he was scum.
:smack:
I don’t really know. I think I was one of maybe 3 people who really thought that he was scum. I was shocked when I checked the boards this morning and he was well in the lead.
I really felt like he was scum. I think my 'dar is broken. D’oh!
We’ll get into why the votes fell as they did in the morning.
Good point Menocchio. My D&D character just sobered up, so I am thinking it is time for my mafia player to get drunk. Who is the bartender in this burb anyway?
Sorry to see you go Captain.
Maybe next time you can drop the hammer on one of us. In the meantime we’ll hoist a few jars in your memory and go Mafia-hunting again in the morning.
opens Left Hand Double Bock Goosinator
Let the good times roll…
Better make it quick. The Vig has an itchy trigger finger and I think we’re near the top of the hit list.
The good news is we have some interesting voting to look at Tomorrow.
Hmm… welcome to last minute lynching. Oy…
Lovely. Sorry dude. 