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Post by ch00beh on Feb 23, 2007 13:17:51 GMT -5
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Feb 23, 2007 13:32:15 GMT -5
'You're telling me...' x.x 'There goes my social life...'
Cinders proceeded to yell at her sick sister that she did indeed have a social life.
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Post by Baboon on Feb 23, 2007 20:39:58 GMT -5
With Potato finally having removed Babs' posting restriction, Babs is elated. (I would use a ridiculous number of a's in words now, but I'm pretty tired.) I have not much to say at the moment. With all of these recent events, I haven't a clue who I should vote for... A case could be made for almost everyone. However, I do have to agree with ch00bs' earlier post. If Bulbs were innocent, I find it hard to believe he would be so secretive concerning his item purchases. Thus, I believe I have little choice here. VOTE: Bulbs
And on a side note, it would really be nice if people clearly identified when they vote twice on the same thread. If you're changing your vote, say "UNVOTE: ____, VOTE: ____". If you're maintaining your vote, state that too. Don't c0nfu53 people, please.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 23, 2007 20:44:21 GMT -5
And on a side note, it would really be nice if people clearly identified when they vote twice on the same thread. If you're changing your vote, say "UNVOTE: ____, VOTE: ____". If you're maintaining your vote, state that too. Don't c0nfu53 people, please. I didn't want to say that, but... yeah. I was thinking the same thing. Thank you.
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Post by kazkame on Feb 23, 2007 22:41:45 GMT -5
UNvote: cinders
REvote: bulbs
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 24, 2007 8:02:02 GMT -5
Since the town hall is still being reconstructed, the villagers convene in the town treehouse. It’s actually pretty awesome. It was built on these three huge oak trees in the park, and there are multiple rooms and rope bridges and flying buttresses and all the riggings.
“Hmm… it seems an overwhelming majority wants Bulbs dead,” says the Host. “Very well. I’d like to introduce you all to a close relative of the Iron Maiden. Except it’s less about spikes and more about flames. Ladies and gentlemen: the Brazen Bull!”
The couple of burly guys wheel on a giant bull made out of brass. A door has been carved into the side, and sure enough, the couple of burly guys open it to reveal that the entire bull is hollow on the inside.
“You won’t be surprised to hear that the ancient Greeks came up with this one,” says the Host. “After all, they were the race that gave us the Trojan Horse. Couple of burly guys, would you mind?”
The couple of burly guys wade inconsiderately into the crowd and pluck out Bulbs. He struggles as they throw him into the Brazen Bull, but not with terrible great vigor all things considered. The bull seems relatively harmless. No spikes or anything.
The couple of burly guys slam the door shut. The Host pulls a flaming torch out of his breast pocket.
“Apply liberally.”
He holds the torch underneath the belly of the bull. The fire licks at the brass, and within moments it begins to grow red-hot. The first scream comes out from within a tiny opening at the mouth of the bull. But through some trick of acoustics, the scream reaches the outside air sounding like the bellowing of a bull.
The Host nods to the couple of burly guys. They, too, procure flaming torches and flank the bull, each holding a torch to one of the device’s sides. The Brazen Bull is bellowing quite loudly now, and smoke drifts easily out of the mouth. The belly glows nearly white.
After some minutes the bull ceases to bellow.
Wearing a pair of oven mitts, one of the burly guys gingerly opens the brass door. Bulbs’ smouldering corpse lies inside. Somebody complains about the stench.
“We’ll let him simmer for a while,” the Host announces. “And now I see that the sun is dropping deep. It must be almost time for dinner. Shall we?”
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At the same time that he says this, two people walk back into town under the blood-red sky.
One of them appears to have a crick in his neck: Every few steps he pauses and painfully twists his head to the side, massaging his neck all the while. He grumbles every time this occurs.
The other one has a rather conspicuous hole in his stomach. But instead of blood and organs, there are nuts, bolts and wires spilling out and leaving a trail behind him as he walks.
BULBS IS NOW DEAD! OCELOT IS NOW ALIVE! LEE IS NOW ALIVE!
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THE FOURTH NIGHT HAS BEGUN!
MAFIA MEMBERS: Go to the Xanga now to make your decision.
DOCTOR: You may PM me throughout the course of the next two real-time days naming a townsperson to protect.
DETECTIVE: You may PM me throughout the course of the next two days naming a townsperson to investigate.
VIGILANTE: You may PM me throughout the course of the next two days naming a townsperson to fire at.
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