AndyDufresne wrote:
Now shut up, and be quiet!
--Andy
yessssss! he is back! Just didn't feel like a night without this!
***Finn Rock Fallout*** -- Game Over ~ Infected Win
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HoussamTheGreat
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VOTE HOUSSAM!
My last request is that my spouse be buried, or preferably burned alive, beside me.
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Day Four
As the glowing orb grows in size and climbs high into the new morning's sky, the remaining residents of Finn Rock all slowly awake. Houssam stretches in the sunlight and tosses a backpack over his shoulders. Trestain slips on a heavy coat and thrusts his hands into his pockets as he heads towards the Town Center. Wicked quietly rises and starts off into the direction of the Town Center. She mutters to herself under her breath, and a few faint curse words and 'monkey' dribble out of her mouth. Freetymes races up ahead to catch up with Houssam but as Freetymes gains on Houssam, Houssam's pace quickens until he's running a near dead sprint. Xenhu and Bogusbet stroll side by side nonchalantly chatting about about a great string of poker hands from the day before during one of their many games. By the time a few of the first people arrive at the Town Center, Moz and Machiavelli are already mulling about under a large tree. Moz carves his name into the stripped bark and on the trunk's otherside Mach knifes a heart and inside a sweetheart's name. As Reverend_kyle arrives at the Town Center him and Trestain slip away into a side bakery. Wicked, Bogusbet, Xenhu, and Freetymes each journey off into a cardinal direction. Wicked sees a pack of wild dogs roaming the streets and picks up a small piece of wood for protection. The dogs stop in midstride and look toward her. As a nervous twitch she strums her fingers the wood. One large dog starts to move toward her. After a moment a few more follow. She slowly backs away but the wild dogs start to close the gap between them quicker and quicker. Wicked makes a mad dash for a side building. Unfortunately, the door seems to be locked. With all her might, she smashes a window with her wooden club, and crawls in just as the pack of dogs lose interest. Bogusbet, thinking ahead, chooses to search in the general direction of a small furniture store. He approaches the store front glass, looks around for any watching eyes, and tosses a few rocks through the pane. He steps over shards of glass and a few chairs. In the back of the store, he eyes the fruit of his search. After a moment Bogusbet sinks into a large recliner and turns on the back massager. Bogusbet closes his eyes and begins a take a nap. Xenhu seemed to get side tracked also. He wanders aimlessly down the aisles of small movie rental store, randomly picking off interesting looking titles. After a few minutes of careful shopping he arrives at the front desk and reclines in a chair behind the counter. As he pops a movie into a VCR he places his feet upon the counter and settles in for a nice stay. Last, but not least, Freetymes grabs a small bicycle and peddles off down an alley. He zips through an alley past many trash cans and dumpsters. While trying to pop a wheelie his back tire catches something and locks up. Freetymes is hurled end over end over the handle bars, landing in a small pile of soggy waste bags. He rubs his head and removes a few pieces of trash as he looks back to see what caused his crash. Caught in the chain, he can see a severed arm. Freetymes carefully reclaims his footing and investigates further. Next to his bicycle and the arm is a leg and part of a torso. He brings his hand to his head as if saluting the sun, and views the alley. Further on down a head and another arm rest against the brickwall of a building. Freetymes removes his coat and sweatshirt and sickingly wraps each found body part in his sweatshirt which he laters places in his zipped up coat bundle. With slow and careful footsteps he heads back toward the Town Center to dump the remains for all to see.
On the dying and dull brown grass rests Master Bush, Sadier Warner (Healthy -- Mason), in many pitiful pink pieces of flesh.
Now lets get the day going!
--Andy
As the glowing orb grows in size and climbs high into the new morning's sky, the remaining residents of Finn Rock all slowly awake. Houssam stretches in the sunlight and tosses a backpack over his shoulders. Trestain slips on a heavy coat and thrusts his hands into his pockets as he heads towards the Town Center. Wicked quietly rises and starts off into the direction of the Town Center. She mutters to herself under her breath, and a few faint curse words and 'monkey' dribble out of her mouth. Freetymes races up ahead to catch up with Houssam but as Freetymes gains on Houssam, Houssam's pace quickens until he's running a near dead sprint. Xenhu and Bogusbet stroll side by side nonchalantly chatting about about a great string of poker hands from the day before during one of their many games. By the time a few of the first people arrive at the Town Center, Moz and Machiavelli are already mulling about under a large tree. Moz carves his name into the stripped bark and on the trunk's otherside Mach knifes a heart and inside a sweetheart's name. As Reverend_kyle arrives at the Town Center him and Trestain slip away into a side bakery. Wicked, Bogusbet, Xenhu, and Freetymes each journey off into a cardinal direction. Wicked sees a pack of wild dogs roaming the streets and picks up a small piece of wood for protection. The dogs stop in midstride and look toward her. As a nervous twitch she strums her fingers the wood. One large dog starts to move toward her. After a moment a few more follow. She slowly backs away but the wild dogs start to close the gap between them quicker and quicker. Wicked makes a mad dash for a side building. Unfortunately, the door seems to be locked. With all her might, she smashes a window with her wooden club, and crawls in just as the pack of dogs lose interest. Bogusbet, thinking ahead, chooses to search in the general direction of a small furniture store. He approaches the store front glass, looks around for any watching eyes, and tosses a few rocks through the pane. He steps over shards of glass and a few chairs. In the back of the store, he eyes the fruit of his search. After a moment Bogusbet sinks into a large recliner and turns on the back massager. Bogusbet closes his eyes and begins a take a nap. Xenhu seemed to get side tracked also. He wanders aimlessly down the aisles of small movie rental store, randomly picking off interesting looking titles. After a few minutes of careful shopping he arrives at the front desk and reclines in a chair behind the counter. As he pops a movie into a VCR he places his feet upon the counter and settles in for a nice stay. Last, but not least, Freetymes grabs a small bicycle and peddles off down an alley. He zips through an alley past many trash cans and dumpsters. While trying to pop a wheelie his back tire catches something and locks up. Freetymes is hurled end over end over the handle bars, landing in a small pile of soggy waste bags. He rubs his head and removes a few pieces of trash as he looks back to see what caused his crash. Caught in the chain, he can see a severed arm. Freetymes carefully reclaims his footing and investigates further. Next to his bicycle and the arm is a leg and part of a torso. He brings his hand to his head as if saluting the sun, and views the alley. Further on down a head and another arm rest against the brickwall of a building. Freetymes removes his coat and sweatshirt and sickingly wraps each found body part in his sweatshirt which he laters places in his zipped up coat bundle. With slow and careful footsteps he heads back toward the Town Center to dump the remains for all to see.
On the dying and dull brown grass rests Master Bush, Sadier Warner (Healthy -- Mason), in many pitiful pink pieces of flesh.
Now lets get the day going!
--Andy
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Machiavelli wrote:On the positive side though, if Broom dies, and he was telling the truth, that makes me a confirmed townie.
On the negative side, if Broom is lynched and was mafia, everyone is going to jump on me for defending him.
Machiavelli wrote:Wicked we have a much better chance of gettin a lynch on MB than we do on Broom, you need to change your vote.
QFE
Mafia knew they could play either side and look clean no matter the outcome. Mach proclaiming himself a "confirmed townie" raises a huge red flag in my book. Anyone who reminds the town why they should be a townie when they are NOT under direct attack, like Mach above and RK a couple times, is most likely mafia.
That then trying to get me to change my vote just to get a lynch, b/c it didn't matter who went (MB or Broom), makes me FOS Mach. FOS RK as well. RK could very well be a mafia sympathizer, i.e. pro-mafia who can't tell the mafia he's on their side.
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HoussamTheGreat
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Short day...
Looks like I get some interesting reading when I get home from work.
Coincidentally, the night choice deadline will hit in my game by the time I get home and some of you guys will get to play some more!
Looks like I get some interesting reading when I get home from work.
Coincidentally, the night choice deadline will hit in my game by the time I get home and some of you guys will get to play some more!
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Machiavelli
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wicked wrote:Machiavelli wrote:On the positive side though, if Broom dies, and he was telling the truth, that makes me a confirmed townie.
On the negative side, if Broom is lynched and was mafia, everyone is going to jump on me for defending him.Machiavelli wrote:Wicked we have a much better chance of gettin a lynch on MB than we do on Broom, you need to change your vote.
QFE
Mafia knew they could play either side and look clean no matter the outcome. Mach proclaiming himself a "confirmed townie" raises a huge red flag in my book. Anyone who reminds the town why they should be a townie when they are NOT under direct attack, like Mach above and RK a couple times, is most likely mafia.
That then trying to get me to change my vote just to get a lynch, b/c it didn't matter who went (MB or Broom), makes me FOS Mach. FOS RK as well. RK could very well be a mafia sympathizer, i.e. pro-mafia who can't tell the mafia he's on their side.
Well, he found stuff on the mafia, but he didnt find stuff on me
And as for the FOS on RK, he is a confirmed townie too, so I dont know why you are going after him.
But then again, he did accuse you, so it's really no surprise that you would drop an FOS on him.
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AndyDufresne
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Machiavelli wrote:Well, he found stuff on the mafia, but he didnt find stuff on me
And as for the FOS on RK, he is a confirmed townie too, so I dont know why you are going after him.
But then again, he did accuse you, so it's really no surprise that you would drop an FOS on him.
So you're a loser mafia with no goods, whatever. No one is a confirmed anything in this game.