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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 21 2011, 05:27:20 AM (977 Views) | |
| APman | Sep 21 2011, 05:27:20 AM Post #1 |
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"Gather round, kiddos. I'll be tellin' you a story tonight." An old man sat down next to a roaring fireplace, leaning back and relaxing for once in his long, long life. Six or seven children stampeded over each other to get as close as possible, sitting down with eyes full of glee, wondering what story they might be hearing on this gloomy night. As the old man flipped open a book, a crack of lightning illuminated his face, frightening a few of the children. "Now, this is a story about a place not many people go to, nowadays, and not many people know of... Nowadays." Clearing his throat, he narrowed his eyes and flipped a page, to the very beginning. "Our story begins with a hopelessly mad person, mad from being around himself too much. Every night, it'd rant on and on about how bad its team was to a mirror, how many times they failed to do their jobs, and eventually end in accusing itself of getting it killed. 'Twas quite a sight to behold, and behold it someone did. It'd go out every night to buy some drinks--non alcoholic, mind you, it hadn't the taste nor the ID for such a thing. Well, this night was a little different. For starters, it didn't go get some drinks, instead, it got some cards. Prepaid cards, for buying risque skins and boring recolours, it was a pitiful thing to witness. But, at the end of the day, the more skins anyone had, the better they were, this was an uncontested fact among those who knew of its secrets. So, it went home. About halfway through the redeeming process for his newest... well, they called them 'why-foos', but I never got it. Anyway, it heard a noise, like that eerie wooden plank creaking, in the dead of night. Being a proper, adjusted, contributor to society, it wasn't paranoid in the slightest. Naturally, it went to go investigate. Creak, after creak, after creak. Following them, it found itself back at the mirror, noticing the reflection of itself, staring back as usual. What it didn't notice was the important part, though, and that was the eyes. Or, to be more specific, what wasn't the eyes. Two holes, instead, black and smoking. It fell over shortly afterward, having never known what hit it. "You take care of the job?" Two classy looking fellows stood, overlooking nothing but a river of darkness. One slid a metallic piece of work over to the other, with a nod. "Gun's still smoking, what do you think?" A sideways glance was half the response. "Looks like you missed too many times and the gun caught on fire s'what it looks like. Anyway, as long as you got it done, doesn't matter. Got a big night ahead of us, after all, can't be disappointing the Boss, or you know what happens." The other man gave a shiver, "Yeah, no kiddin'. You're up next, feel free to take the gun." With a grunt of displeasure, the man shoved the gun back. "Figures. Keep yours, we don't need two sets of fingerprints on one object." The other man gave a confused look at him, "B...but we've been layin' our hands on this railing all night." They looked at one another, then scrambled away. Next day, people noticed It was missing. No one cared all that much, but a few people took notice. One took notes, one took his first aid kit, and one took a rifle suitable for hunting elephants. And that's how our little story about this humble town begins, with the death of someone that doesn't matter. APman, the Gryphon Marker, has died. There are no clues in this post. Send PMs now! +1 : Phoenix_Kensai +4 : Reikken +6 : Joel Edited by APman, Oct 5 2011, 05:11:01 AM.
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| Blade Myrmidon | Sep 21 2011, 05:37:34 AM Post #2 |
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| APman | Sep 21 2011, 05:39:32 AM Post #3 |
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get out of here you're not even playing apman - 2 |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 21 2011, 06:41:23 AM Post #4 |
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APman - III (Blaed, APman, Phoenix_Kensai) |
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| SleepyMage | Sep 21 2011, 07:16:46 PM Post #5 |
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE VOTING ABOUT APman - four (Blaed, APman, Phoenix_Kensai, Sleepy) |
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| APman | Sep 21 2011, 08:19:49 PM Post #6 |
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We're voting for BOREDOM! While we wait for the rest of the PMs, and then for me to write 5000 words with 4 clues over the course of like, 6 hours! |
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| Reikken | Sep 21 2011, 10:45:30 PM Post #7 |
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lulz prepaid cards and bad teams |
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| APman | Sep 22 2011, 03:52:35 PM Post #8 |
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okay someone is dead or something I don't even know. I'll wait like, until midnight, and if they don't send me a PM, I'll just continue on. |
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| APman | Sep 23 2011, 05:17:16 AM Post #9 |
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A standard night for one certain person. Though not quite a person, it was more of a "thing", one might call it, traversed the streets. "Beep boop." he didn't say, for that is a "robot". "My requests are augmented." he also did not say, for that was a "cyborg". No, this "thing" was very much not either of those, but remained both. Maybe. If a robot was a human, but wasn't a modified human, then certainly, it must be...! "Android!" The mafia shouted, finally realizing it. Of course, it was so obvious! A shame the mafiaman blew his cover, for the not-cyborg not-robot whirred around to see him, gun-toting, bowler hat wearing, and jagged nose sniffing. "What is it, definitely not dangerous man with the gun safety off and cocking it with a look on your face that's something like 'oh man I can't believe this is going so well'?" Android asked, befuddled by what this classy, inconspicuous fellow might have wanted. "Yeah!" The mafiaguy responded, answering nothing. "Right! Directions! Oh, wait, no, that's not how I do it." He cleared his throat. "Say, Android, m'boy, are you waterproof?" The suited fellow posed a remarkably curious question to Android. For, he had never actually been submersed in water, and thus was quite filthy most of the time, actually, it's a wonder he wasn't k-oh, spoilers, right, never mind that. Anyway. "Possibly, sir, but I have never bothered to test, much like the way you don't fire a gun at your head to see if it's loaded or not." The mafia nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He had been there, after all, and could relate to such a situation. "But, wait! If you were to fire a gun at your head, would the bullet not deflect from the composition of your skull, the hardest metal known to man!?" Android contemplated the question for a moment. "Possibly, sir, but I have never bothered to test that, either." The mafia nodded, once more. He, too, could relate to the situation of not testing things, for such things were trivial and trivial. The world was merely a place of trivialities, people dwelling over pointless, useless things, every day, every minute, and every second. But, getting back to the point. "Well, anyway, getting away from those peculiar, not suspicious questions for just a moment, would you care to show me to the nearest pond, preferably secluded from people, but maybe with like a river going out of it that went directly into town where everyone sees the water every morning before they decide on important matters, like hangings and exhuming teenagers and such things?" Speaking of which, at that very moment, the two were committing heresy. It was federal, state, government, and religious law to attend every hanging in process, and the townspeople were lynching that pathetic thing that died yesterday. Indeed, the thing itself was in attendance, yelling curses at itself and demanding that the rope be tightened, and managed to say "Good riddance!" right before it died. "Of course, I would have no problem with that! But, what might you be intending to do there? There aren't any fish in that pond, funnily enough, the only one worth mentioning migrated somewhere to do some thing like lay eggs and die, and I can't think--" Well, he was correct in that. Androids don't think, after all. "--of anything else you might be able to do there." The mafia let out a hearty bellow, which was apparently meant to be a laugh, judging by the smile on his face. "Does that answer your question, m'boy?" Android nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Okay, let's go then, that sounds important." It was worth mentioning, at this point, that the gun was still pointed at Android, and would remain pointed at him, or her, or it, for the entire duration of the travel, but he wouldn't let that get to him, no sir! Meanwhile, the bodyguard and some guy were hanging out, eating some pizza, watching some television, not being suddenly attacked by anyone, or anything of the sort. "So... seen any good movies, lately?" The bodyguard asked. "Uh, not really. There's like, nothing good this year." The guy responded. "Oh, right." The room fell into silence, aside from the occasional munching into delicious, melted cheese, and assorted toppings of bacon, Canadian bacon, and Australian bacon. Some other stuff was there, too, but they were all terrible and disgusting and fishy, so they do not need mentioning. "So... uh..." The guy started. The bodyguard glanced toward him, concern, lust, and apprehension in his maroon-y hazel eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The bodyguard was in a full set of armor, muffling his voice, and severely limiting the efficiency at which he or she ate pizza. "I'm here to... like, protect you, man. Someone might attack you. Or something." The guy sighed. "Yeah... but... all these shields are blocking the TV. And the couch. And the air conditioning." Surrounding the guy was six shields on all sides, uncannily resembling an iron maiden. "Oh... sorry. It's kind of important." The bodyguard nodded, reassuring themselves. "I can't even reach the pizza box." The guy complained, inches away from a delicious, fresh slice of pizza, his fingers desperately trying to reach it. The bodyguard nudged it away. "It's really important." When suddenly! The vigilante walked through the door, bored. "Hey, guys. Can I have some pizza?" The bodyguard lifted the box and tossed it over. "Yeah, you can have his share. He can't eat it anyway." The vigilante caught it with finesse, spinning it around and picking a slice out of it, much like one would pick a card out of a top hat, possibly. "Cool, thanks. So, uh, what are you guys doing?" They both answered, at the same time. "Nothing." The mafiaguy and Android had finally reached the secluded pond. Moonlight reflected off its surface, actually, that wasn't moonlight, it was just the moon, to be perfectly honest. Though it does cast a light, kind of. "We're here." Android informed him, as it was not obvious enough. "Neato. I do hope there's not mud or something, I'd hate to stain my boots." Android shook his head. "No, it should be fine, probably. I haven't tested it." The mafiaguy nodded. For the third time. "Well, then, hats off to you, sir--" the mafia took his hat off, resting it against his chest and suit, "--for you are quite the gentledroid, and a thing I will be happy to have known while you lived!" Suddenly, a glove attached to a spring popped out of the hat, coming from who knows where, but went straight into Android, swiftly doing a skilled uppercut, and knocking him out, and into the pond! "Ha! I was thinking of just cutting you up, but I'd rather up your cut, instead!" The mafia laughed loudly for several moments at his own joke, before grimacing and averting his eyes from nothing in particular. "That didn't come out exactly as I planned... blast! Next time, next time." Android was discovered the next day, having died not from electrocution, but from accidentally knocking his head into a very sharp object, piercing through the side of his head, or from being shot by a bullet. A black and white bullet, too! Android, Waterproof Citizen Thing, has died. Lynch as you please! |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 23 2011, 05:54:45 AM Post #10 |
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The mafioso behind this killing is clearly a rather classy person. It can only be Feenix. ...wait |
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| APman | Sep 23 2011, 06:07:58 AM Post #11 |
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+1 : Phoenix_Kensai +3 : MSB +4 : Reikken +5 : raak hawk +6 : Joel +7 : Ami +8 : rn7 +9 : SleepyMage Forgot about this. |
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| Joel | Sep 23 2011, 08:45:56 PM Post #12 |
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You can call me Joel. Averagejoel.
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Obviously the reason SleepyMage is sleepy is that he stays up at night to kill people. I say we lynch him. Edited by Joel, Sep 24 2011, 11:54:03 AM.
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| rn7 | Sep 23 2011, 09:34:07 PM Post #13 |
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Isn't there a new water power in that upcoming Kirby game? Let's go for that. MSB - 1 (Siete) |
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| Claire de Lune | Sep 23 2011, 10:29:21 PM Post #14 |
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There aren't many people playing though, so if we don't hit mafia we could be killing ourselves... Then again, I don't even know what's going on with Kirby right now, so that could be right. |
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| APman | Sep 23 2011, 11:27:10 PM Post #15 |
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Majority vote is 5, if you guys get that, I'll give it about an hour in case someone decides to change their vote, otherwise, whoever has the higher number on September 24th, 11:59:59 CST will get lynched. So, basically, 30 hours until hexalynch. |
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| Claire de Lune | Sep 24 2011, 04:39:05 AM Post #16 |
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I'm not sure if I'll be getting on tomorrow, so I'll go with what's been already said. It's better than anything I have. MSB - 2 (Slete, Ami) |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 24 2011, 05:17:16 AM Post #17 |
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The Kirby thing seems a bit of a stretch, but... maybe that's just me. Rereading the Mafioso's description, I was kind of reminded of Inspector Gadget for whatever reason, but... that doesn't help, does it? I can't think of anyone connected to the show, though I have a nagging feeling I'm forgetting something. |
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| Joel | Sep 24 2011, 11:54:50 AM Post #18 |
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You can call me Joel. Averagejoel.
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Whatever. MSB - 3 (Siete, Ami, Joel) |
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| Reikken | Sep 24 2011, 03:05:27 PM Post #19 |
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lemme read this first |
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| SleepyMage | Sep 24 2011, 03:38:39 PM Post #20 |
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| SleepyMage | Sep 24 2011, 04:08:12 PM Post #21 |
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This line seemed really unnatural, sort of like something was forced into it or something. Kinda reminded me of Ami's username, which after some light googling came up with some strangely accurate videos. exhibit a: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvFH_6DNRCY (just the moon, not really giving off moonlight) exhibit b: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LXl4y6D-QI (lovely setting stills of the moon over differing bodies of water) Hm. Thinking about it, though, I can't connect her to the top-hat weapon thing. Though I can connect Storm in her signature with the crime scene (I think the background of her sig looks like violent waves, at least). I'll admit, it's not exactly groundbreaking evidence, but I prefer it to the kirby having a water attack according to rn. Claire de Lune - 1 (Sleepy) MSB - 3 (Siete, Ami, Joel) |
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| Max_Stat_Boyd | Sep 24 2011, 09:45:02 PM Post #22 |
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Claire de Lune - 2 (Sleepy, MSB) MSB - 3 (Siete, Ami, Joel) 1. Saving myself 2. Boyd doesn't use guns or wear hats, so that cancels out the water thing 3. Didn't get a PM calling me mafia |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 25 2011, 12:28:08 AM Post #23 |
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...I have no idea what to do, so I think I'm going to do the stupid thing and abstain from voting for now. |
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| APman | Sep 25 2011, 03:06:53 AM Post #24 |
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Two hours left! |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 25 2011, 04:28:14 AM Post #25 |
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I DID IT! I ADMIT IT! Phoenix_Kensai - 1 (Phoenix_Kensai) |
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| APman | Sep 25 2011, 05:59:18 AM Post #26 |
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The day had come, when the first decision had been made to hang someone. It had been made, but the deed was yet to be done. There is a villain that this darkness can't hide, there are the embers of an investigative fire gone out, but one could still feel the heat on their skin. The villain stood in the light, proclaiming his apparent innocence to all, he ran, as a fire burning through the streets of the town. The only way that they'll ever learn. MSB darted from alley to alley, vaulting over various obstacles, being strong and speedy as he was. But, people got past that. They just surrounded him, instead, surely, he couldn't murder them all! Quite false, in fact, a Max Stat Boyd would certainly be able to kill off the entirety of the town, taking no more than 5 damage. But, what a twist, he was not the murderer after all! He surrendered semi-peacefully after breaking the first set of restraints with his bulging muscles of manly manliness, then promised to not do it again. As the noose was being tied around his neck, all he thought to do was quip, "Well, this is a pretty lousy birthday present---hurrk!" And thus ended the first day of glorious, ceremonious lynchings in the town. Afterwards, the citizens decided to do some proper investigations into his house, and one of the citizens said, "Hey, I ate pizza with him, he was the bodyguard!" upon finding his suit of armor and seventeen shields. The townspeople gave a collective shrug, and went on about their business. MSB, the Manly Bodyguard Man Guy, has been lynched. Send in PMs now. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 25 2011, 06:03:12 AM Post #27 |
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Darn it, guys. The killer just confessed, and what do you do? Let him get away. What's wrong with you? |
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| rn7 | Sep 25 2011, 06:10:58 AM Post #28 |
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ouch don't kill phoenix, we need his attorney powers |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 25 2011, 06:12:20 AM Post #29 |
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...Darn it. I hadn't thought of that. What will we do? |
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| rn7 | Sep 25 2011, 06:15:42 AM Post #30 |
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probably kill the moon, and dance under the falling moonrocks we still have vigilante right |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 25 2011, 07:03:30 AM Post #31 |
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I think so. ...For now. |
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| Claire de Lune | Sep 25 2011, 07:09:48 AM Post #32 |
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Well crap. Cits still have majority though, at least. Edited by Claire de Lune, Sep 25 2011, 07:10:31 AM.
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| SleepyMage | Sep 25 2011, 03:55:57 PM Post #33 |
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>_> |
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| Max_Stat_Boyd | Sep 25 2011, 04:50:08 PM Post #34 |
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Well then. I'm dead. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 26 2011, 04:34:05 AM Post #35 |
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| APman | Sep 26 2011, 05:03:55 AM Post #36 |
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I'll be waiting for the last PM for one more day... again. |
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| Blade Myrmidon | Sep 26 2011, 10:19:04 AM Post #37 |
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| APman | Sep 27 2011, 07:00:49 AM Post #38 |
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The detective finally woke up, having accidentally ingested some sleeping pills instead of painkillers the night before. What the painkillers were for was none other than a headache, brought on by a very stressful night tracking down the mafia. Unfortunately, the sleeping pills were so strong, they erased his memory of the previous night, being totally pointless. Fortunately, he was wide awake, and had no headache now, and he wasn't sure, but he thought that his fingers got a little shorter. After investigating that peculiar sight, he came to the deduction that he was simply crazy, and moved on. The detective decided to make their first memorable investigation, tonight. Carefully, slowly, cautiously, and somehow quickly, they stalked a mafia member. Classy, walking with a kind of swagger you just don't see nowadays, the mafiaguy hummed what may only be interpreted as his theme music, upbeat and strange. "Hu-dum-dum-dum-duuumm, ha-da-da-da-da-dum! Doo-doodly-doo-doo!" Suddenly, he broke out into dance right there on the streets, pelvic thrusting and snapping his fingers, as if possessed by some awesome spirit of song and dance. The detective observed this. There was no doubt to him, now, only a member of the Mafia could be this classy and cool. He jotted these notes down, as the mafia member's shoes clicked against the ground, spinning himself and his inconspicuous rifle. "Note. Mafia member is extremely balling. Treat with extreme caution when apprehending, or his inherent swag may charm the mind. Also, he has a gun." He continued following the mafia member, who was now dancing off to... somewhere else. The detective wasn't quite sure, he kept switching directions. The mafia member followed behind the detective, right behind him, examining his notes, and watched himself dance in front of him. Falling back a few yards to speak his thoughts aloud, he said, "Oh, yeah, baby, I am so cool." Nodding with approval at himself, he stalked behind the detective stalking him, pleased with the way things were developing. For a moment, he wondered just how he could be dancing in front of the detective while simultaneously being behind the detective, knife ready for bleeding heart surgery, but shook the thought out of his head, with a shake of his head, deciding that it was too much trouble to find out. It was convenient, that's all he cared about, and it worked to his advantage. "Just another example of my marvelous charisma and wit, it must be!" He grinned, tapping his foot quietly to his other self's humming and dancing. The detective, an astute listener as always, had not heard the mafia member talking right behind him, as he was preoccupied with his notes and trying to remember what he did yesterday, to no avail. Certainly, he felt the mafia's breath on the back of his neck at times, but decided to pay it no mind. Looking at the ghosts only made them realize they actually existed, after all. A terrible person, menace to society, and an adorable abomination of Eldritch proportions. None other than the vigilante followed shortly after the shoe-tapping mafia member following the detective following the dancing mafia member. He wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but he was going to get to the bottom of it, temporarily trying to fill the role of detective. As he could see, the detective wouldn't be around for much longer, anyways. The song the mafia member was dancing and singing and humming and playing air guitar to reminded him of another song, though it happened to be a bit more disturbing and possibly sad. Somehow. He casually lifted his tentacles, preparing to shoot one at both mafia members, or maybe one, it all depends on which "hand" he lifted up, or if he was just holding a gun, instead. He's delightfully mad, you see, so he can't really tell if he's the demons, or if he's a little girl, or if he's a manly, lollipop sucking on detective. He did, however, wish he was the last one, but then, who could blame him? It was right about then, on that train of thought, that things finally started happening. The detective continued jotting down his notes, hearing a noise that sounded like something squishy and wet behind him, but the thought of what it could potentially be simply disgusted him, so he decided to not look. The mafia member didn't hear it, because he was too busy tapping his feet and stabbing the detective in the back. Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab. It was after the mafia member stabbed about sixty or seventy times that the vigilante suddenly remembered what he was here for, and shot the mafia member in the back with... something. Being the only witness to the whole thing, he wasn't quite sure what he did, only that the mafia member in front continued dancing off scene, until dying a painful death from his existence failing a few minutes later. raak, the Not Very Good At Paying Attention Detective, has died. rn7, the Cool Cat Mafia, has died. What a tweeeest! |
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| APman | Sep 27 2011, 07:01:39 AM Post #39 |
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| raak | Sep 27 2011, 12:45:03 PM Post #40 |
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Oh shit, and just when I made the breakthrough of finding out rn7 was mafia
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| Joel | Sep 27 2011, 08:00:14 PM Post #41 |
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I'm gonna go with my old suspicion and say that SleepyMage is a Mafia SleepyMage - 1 (Joel) |
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| Claire de Lune | Sep 28 2011, 05:14:41 AM Post #42 |
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... Any reasoning related to potential clues? |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 28 2011, 05:43:49 AM Post #43 |
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The best guess I have is... well. Er. You. You recently got your old account back, which would fit with the Mafia being in two places at once, and your name has a connection to music. That's all I can manage, though, and I don't think any of that's solid enough to be jumping to conclusions. To me, the clues remind me more of a certain .gif of Micheal Jackson dancing, a sprite from some game that I can't remember at the moment. Unfortunately, though, that... doesn't help much. Nobody I remember being associated with the image is in this game. |
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| Claire de Lune | Sep 28 2011, 01:49:43 PM Post #44 |
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Did I not read the post correctly? The mafia being in two different places was that there were two mafia members in the post instead of one. I could be wrong thigh, since I just looked it over to see who died >> Edit: I don't understand why he was in two places at once, but both mafia died because they were the same person, which was raak. What I don't understand now is how we are supposed to figure out the other mafia members if there are no mafia members in the post...the only clues would relate to the vig, but that does more harm than good. So we're supposed to so a blind lynch? (When I first typed that on my phone, it came out "blind lunch". Much more tasty.) Edited by Claire de Lune, Sep 28 2011, 04:18:29 PM.
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| Android | Sep 29 2011, 04:08:17 AM Post #45 |
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Aw man. At first I felt bad when I realized when I hadn't checked in a week, but killed night 1? Damn. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 29 2011, 05:05:38 AM Post #46 |
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Resident Borgstromancer
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Uh. ...¯\(º_o)/¯ I'm confused, but that's nothing new. |
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| APman | Sep 29 2011, 05:08:33 AM Post #47 |
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Well, I'm not going to do a lynch on one vote, so... Lets say I won't do one until majority vote. So, get your courtroom argument face on, and make cases and stuff and things like that. I'll see you guys in four years when two people log on. |
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| Blade Myrmidon | Sep 29 2011, 05:38:47 AM Post #48 |
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there's never enough time
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where is my cameo damn it ap |
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| APman | Sep 29 2011, 06:08:13 AM Post #49 |
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blaed you spoiled the ending now i have to rewrite it |
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| SleepyMage | Sep 29 2011, 11:40:24 AM Post #50 |
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Under suspicion because I tried to defend our Detective? Under suspicion because of the total lack of clues relating to me? Joel, if you were cit, you would have absolutely no reason to point fingers at me. Sleepymage- 1 (joel) Ami-1 (Sleepy) Can't be positive on this, but it's better than what we have on anyone else. |
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