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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 16, 2009 0:55:27 GMT -5
Birds were chirping, the sky was blue. People were giggling and carrying on. Indeed, it seemed like the morning had gone by without any manner of mishap, with all townspeople seemingly present and in good health.
The townspeople gathered around, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Their murmuring began to grow louder, and Pohatu pushed his way into the center of the group.
"It appears that the reign of terror must be near its end. After all, that's a day and night without anybody important dieing..." These words were uttered with certainty, slowly rising until his charismatic tones were overwhelming.
"In fact, at this point, it appears that we are dealing with-" Pohatu produced his well worn sunglasses, and slipped them on.
"La Cosa Not-ra."
And with that, before the accompanying YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH! could be belted out, a large pink, Valentine's day style heart shot out of one of the trees, striking Pohatu. He stood still for a moment, shocked, and then watched incredulously as a similar heart flew out of his chest and into the distance.
"Oh-" Pohatu glanced up, noticing a large 2 floating over his head.
"Must stand for how I'm twice as sexy as everybody-" The number ticked down to a 1.
"Nevermind. I die as I have lived-" Pohatu took one last pained step, seizing hold of Lee's collar, and then went limp. He pulled the host to the ground, and managed to sit up enough to whisper his final words.
"Post in the Chords, dammit-" And with that, the camel knight was no more.
"Good night, sweet Prince," Lee sobbed tearfully, and then quickly slipped away from the crowd before anybody else could question the meaning of the man's last statement. POHATUFAN1 IS DEAD!
Day 4 has begun! Begin your accusations and votings!
Remember, Bonus EP to great Accusations! Day 4 ends on Midnight, Thursday.
Also, whomever guesses the theme behind the morning deaths and/or the evening deaths first wins a 5 EP each. They don't have to be playing to guess.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 16, 2009 1:01:03 GMT -5
Also, just to be helpful, here's a list of all of the still living players: Clicker Rupert V101 Lonewolf
And Kuroboom is dead, but can vote still.
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 16, 2009 3:26:08 GMT -5
"I've said it before and I'll say it again, Lonewolf is Mafia. With so few players he may even be the last one left. Grease him so we can end the mafia menace once and for all!"
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Post by Krazy Glue on Sept 16, 2009 5:44:58 GMT -5
Im happy to vote lonewolf yet again, it seems logical... and if clicker is mafia then it doesn't help much as she's barely playing.
Vote: lonewolf
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Post by V101 on Sept 16, 2009 15:32:25 GMT -5
I stick by Lonewolf. I think there are 1-2 Mafia left, I'd like to think Lonewolf is the last one.
But
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! not potatoh! not the love of my life! my heart </3
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Sept 17, 2009 22:56:06 GMT -5
Hmmmm.... As much as I like listening to obnoxiously loud and annoying voices in the room, I do have to wonder about something regarding y'all's actions.
V101, let me ask you this, what motivation would I have for killing anyone Pohatu? I've had no beef with him. He had his little war with other people, but it's not as if he was in any way in my way causing any harm to me by being around. I had no motive for killing him.
Rupert, although you make a valid point, however, I would like to point out that one can pull strings to do certain things even if you aren't seen around. And also, why do you seem to despise me so? You said that you hate me jsut because I am a wolf. What is wrong with me being a wolf? Please elaborate to me, if you will, on the reasoning for your hatred.
Kuroboom, even if I was in the mafia, I would not be so stupid as to take out the obnoxiously loud megaphone-powered voice in the room when it starts speaking out against me.
Fleet and Blood, I had no reason to kill them, since they were my friends. And as few of those as I have, it would be completely idiotic for me to kill them. Plus, even if I was in the mafia, having them around would be of much greater benefit to me, thus bringing me back to my original point.
And so I ask you again, what motive would I have had for killing all those people?
Now I would like to get back to what Rupert said regarding Clicker, and it makes me wonder. You accuse me without reason, yet one thing makes me wonder. You have not been around here until today. What proof do we have that it wasn't you pulling the hidden strings while staying out of the way, out of sight and causing all this turmoil while there is a major loud voice throwing attention of all possible eyes away from you? Vote: Rupert
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Post by Krazy Glue on Sept 20, 2009 11:03:11 GMT -5
out of character as far as mafia is concerned...
I hate all you annoying wolves, you seem to think its so cool to be a wolf online "I'm a lone wolf, i lust for blood, i must be fleetingly quick and stay in the shadows, but I will bind myself to other similar people with similar outcast angst....." urgh give it a break...
Since you wolves came here the forums have been a lot less interesting and more based on you guys getting massive post counts without actually contributing anything half decent to the forums.
You wolves can collectively get fucked.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Sept 20, 2009 14:36:28 GMT -5
I see. However, does the post count really mean anything? Does it determine anyone's personality or anything else? Also, so what if we are talking amongst each other? It's not as if we're getting in the way or anything. And in any case, at least IMO, pointless posts are better than logging on and seeing that the last time someone even logged on was several weeks ago. And what makes me rather curious here is your particular hatered for the wolves. Let's see here... Blood and Fleet were the first two eliminated. Also, you were the first living citizen who was to blame me for this. Is that not a little suspicious?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 21, 2009 23:49:27 GMT -5
"Unfortunately Lone, however much you kick and scream, the town has spoken, and you're a dead man walking," Lee said, putting a hand on the fellow's shoulder.
"Really, kinda like Blood said he was... Until he became a dead guy not walking, but anywho, I digress. Right now, our job is to make you one of those... uh, dead guys, not walking," Lee frowned slightly, and then cocked his head.
"No offense to any of the dead guys present." He noted to Kuroboom, who was floating about with his arms crossed in an irrate manner.
"So, let's be on our way." Lee began marching, the few remaining villagers falling into step behind him. He led them around the corner, and to the local florist's.
"Here we are. It's been kinda deserted since Blood got nuked, since he's the only one that really was much for plants..." Lee picked up an obstinate Ivysaur and gently moved it aside. It slapped him twice with its vines and then ambled off into the building.
"So, naturally, the plants are running low on food. But we can fix that at least a little bit, right guys?" Lee gave an over-the-top thumbs up, and a stupid grin. He then proceeded to head around the counter, and into the back stockroom.
The group stepped around spilled bags of peat and potting soil, pushing aside large terracotta pots. A plaintive wailing could be heard from the back of the building, behind a sturdy, rusty door.
"Feed me."
"Just hold on a moment, SV Jr.!"
"I'm starving."
"Hush! I'll pick you up a nice sirloin later, just let me get this over with with a minimum of fussing and such, okay?" Lee opened the door, revealing an dingy room with a single bulbous potted plant occupying the middle. He sighed, and flicked on a frenetically flickering ceiling light.
"Feed me, Leemour!" It spoke, baring a set of especially toothy jaws.
"You're a plant. You're an inanimate object. You shouldn't be this pushy."
"Must be Blood."
"Blood's not here for you right now. But we got another Wolf."
"Must be Fleet."
"No, Fleet's not here either. But we do have another one."
The plant perked up, and leaned towards the doorway. Lee let it sniff towards them for a moment, and then picked up Lone by the scruff of the neck and the seat of his pants. With a running start, he gave the accused a hearty toss, directly into the slavering maw of the plant.
It caught him and joyously began gnawing away, bits and pieces of Lone flying every which way. The townspeople, collectively turning as green as the plant, backed quickly out of the room, and then the building.
"That's that." Lee wiped his brow, making sure to clear the blood spatter off.
"At long last, my duty is finally done..." Kuroboom sighed, throwing his head back. "No matter what, Lone is gone, and will never kill again. I can rest in peace..." And with that, he faded away in a cloud of lavender sparks.
LONEWOLF IS DEAD!
Night 4 has begun! Return to your homes, and get some rest!
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