::catches storyteller’s eye and smiles a slightly crooked smile::
I will end the night as soon as all the night votes are in, or tomorrow at noon, whichever comes first. Not all the night votes are in yet.
But feel free to talk at night as much as you like, you never know when someone will slip with a piece of info that might be important. You cant talk strategy or vote, but the game doesn’t end just because it is night.
Oh we are allowed to talk at night? I thought it wasn’t allowed, and the bunch of you were breaking rules, you know like criminals…
Enough of this jager and “blue” drinks though! Gimme a couple of shots of tequila! One for me and one for whomever has the cajones to join me!
You’re not supposed to talk strategy at night, but otherwise you can post as much as you want. And like NAF1138 says, someone could inadvertently give themselves away with a misplaced modifier or a dangling participle or something.
You mean my Sooper Sekrit English Grad Student Skillz might be useful in this game? Cool!
Hmm.
Well none for me. Suspect I’m going to need my brains in relatively good condition for this.
I can decipher that. Taking all the capital letters from the middle of the sentence gives me SSEGSS. I assume this is your vanity plate. Clearly it means you’re a Nazi sympathizer who loves his omelets. Or a sea-faring chicken. One or the other.
No, because they aren’t uber or l33t apparently.
Alrighty folks all the votes are in.
Dawn breaks on the bustling little harbor town of Doperville. After a hard night of work down at the docks for some, and a full night of partying down at the bar for others, the citizens of Doperville make their way home to get some much needed rest. But as the first light of dawn breaks through the fog a blood curdling shriek pierces the silence, then another, and a third. Blood has been shed on the streets of Doperville.
Dnooman: Citizen
One and Only Wanderers: Citizen
and
Captain Carrot: Mason
Are all dead.
This day will last till Noon my time on Monday, or until the town places 10 votes to lynch.
Tequila! Now you’re talking!
Slam 'er down and pour another, that’s the way to pass the night. Pickled!
What horrible timing. I suppose this drink, then, is for our fallen… in pace requiescat!
So everyone knows who is around.
Player list:
Aguecheek
ArizonaTeach
Autolycus
Blaster Master
brewha
CaerieD
Captain Carrot- Dead
chrisk
cowgirl
Dnooman-Dead
Enfant Terrible
Fern Forest
Flying Cow of Doom
Fretful Porpentine
Gadarene
glee
hocow
Kat
Kivvik
Lakai
MadTheSwine
Malacandra
Menocchio
MonkeyMensch
nesta
One and Only Wanderers- Dead
pimaspinner
Pleonast
Pygmy Rugger
Queuing
Rysto
Smitty
StarvingButStrong
Storyteller0910
Sturmhauke
Suburban Plankton
Winston Smith
Zuma
Ease up on the brown sugar this time, barkeep…this one’s for my homies. 
Yikes!
Yikes! Three outstanding Citizens fall. We must avenge them!
Lynch Kivvik!
No reason, but someone has to start the ball rolling.
Ok, one reason: I don’t like palindromes.
All 3 from the last game of werewolf (mafia). I wonder if that means anything? Is this going to be like survivor all-stars were previous winners had no chance (or players in this case?)
Crap! It’s jarring to see three people killed at once…I’m not used to that. Rest in peace OAOW, CaptainCarrot, and dnooman. We hardly knew ye.
–FCOD
Ho-ly cow.
Well, you’re awfully quick to vote against someone…
FOS!
–FCOD