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Post by Tout-Perd on May 27, 2007 13:51:24 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about the length of this game guys. But yeah, it stays mathematic for the most part. This one had 20 people, almost double the second one. So two months makes sense, vaguely. Not to mention it overlapping Prom and my Senior trip, which added 2+4 days, and me being SDA, which means every seventh day is dead +8 days. BIC: There was a loud collective sigh from the people of the town as the sun rose. As the host was sitting before them, there apparently was still mafia members holding out somewhere around.
"Hay guys, I think I found the newest execution..." Pope said, perched on the fence near the town stables. There had been an apparent flood, washing through the barn at an untold rate. Sprawled in a corner, mostly covered in manure, was Crayolaking.
"I believe that THAT was just plain mean." The host said, looking at the crowd.
CRAYOLAKING IS NOW DEAD!
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 27, 2007 14:56:19 GMT -5
"Zounds! Manure, eh? If only Crayola had had some strategically-placed boulders. And, like, a shovel. What a pity what a pity what a pity!
"Well, when I think of manure there's only one name that comes to mind."
VOTE: Spiffy
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Post by Baboon on May 27, 2007 15:18:11 GMT -5
Finally, another Day! The game has again found its way. I have but little to say... There is one person I think should cease to play. If he dies, there will be heard many a "yay". That person is Spiff...
No, I'm not rhyming it. >.> VOTE: Spiff
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Post by Vaxx on May 27, 2007 15:52:41 GMT -5
"I'm not going to explain anything, we all know he's guilty!"
Vote: Spiffy
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Post by kazkame on May 27, 2007 16:46:00 GMT -5
the game ends now
vote: spiffy
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Post by ch00beh on May 27, 2007 17:15:57 GMT -5
"Didn't we already kill him?"
Vote: Spiffy
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 27, 2007 17:36:44 GMT -5
"Well, yes. But he came back."
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Post by ch00beh on May 27, 2007 18:32:48 GMT -5
"I was being sarcasmatic."
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 27, 2007 19:17:50 GMT -5
"You young'uns and your new-fangled flourishes of language! Back in my day, we all told each other exactly what we were thinking! We didn't bother with none of them scar-chasms!"
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Post by Popebenedict on May 28, 2007 13:01:44 GMT -5
"I hate to see my old friend go down, however, I can not deny the evidence and therefore must support your takedown. Good bye Spiffy, but this ends now. Please, let me be the one to end this! Let me kill Spiffy! Let me use my Popely god power to take him down!
Vote: Spiffy
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Post by Tout-Perd on May 28, 2007 22:29:02 GMT -5
The Host turned towards the audience, and nodded. "I suppose that we have received the final say on the subject. And now, I know who shall get to perform the execution." Many hands went up, but the host waved them away.
"As we all know, it is the Godfather of the Mafia that precipitated this whole situation. It is upon his shoulders, the deaths of every soul that now cries out for justice. Thus it is only fair that we let them have the final say."
Spiffy had begun to run, but it was too late for him. Shrieks and roars came forth from myriad fissures that had appeared in the earth, as skeletal hands clutched him and rendered him immobile. Spiffy screamed as loud as he could, desperately trying to escape, but it was of no avail. Nobody was willing to lend a hand to the last member of the Mafia, to the last vestige of this nightmare that they had been through. Spiffy gave one last desperate surge of strength before being dragged into the abyss.
SPIFFY IS NOW DEAD!
THE INNOCENTS HAVE WON!
The Host sat on his raft as it slowly drifted out to sea, a bag of paper slips for voting on slung over his shoulder. This had been a massive confrontation betwixt good and evil, of a magnitude not yet seen in his days. He'd need to rest a while. A long while. He'd have the wind, the waves, and the thoughts of the innocents rebuilding their shattered lives as his companions. Not at all a poor group of associates. He'd be back, someday...
In the town, life returned to normal, people mending their homes and property, hope, joy, and prosperity replacing the fear, suffering, and meagerness of the reign of the Mafia. They had been set free. Free to choose their own lives, their own roles, their own dreams...
THE END For now...
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Post by Baboon on May 28, 2007 22:48:30 GMT -5
Huzzah! Good work, everyone.
I probably should have sold off my remaining two Marionettes for last minute EP, but didn't want to risk someone buying them. >.>
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Post by Popebenedict on May 30, 2007 9:43:26 GMT -5
Cant we sell them now? Like we had done on the last two games?
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