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| Claire de Lune | Sep 29 2011, 05:53:31 PM Post #51 |
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Wait, so you question if joel is a cit or not, yet you vote for me? Ir kind of seems like you're just trying to get the attention away from you. Sleepymage- 2 (joel, Ami) Ami-1 (Sleepy) |
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| SleepyMage | Sep 29 2011, 07:07:23 PM Post #52 |
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I'm not voting for Joel because there is absolutely no evidence to suggest he's mafia. You, on the other hand... Trying to get attention away from myself? lol, there's no reason for there to be attention on me in the first place |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Sep 29 2011, 11:26:08 PM Post #53 |
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...Well, it's the best I feel we have, so I suppose I had better cast a vote before it's too late. Sleepymage- 2 (joel, Ami) Ami-2 (Sleepy, Feenix) I'll read through the post again when I have time, but... don't get your hopes up, anyone. |
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| APman | Oct 2 2011, 01:47:29 AM Post #54 |
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Doublelynch? |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Oct 2 2011, 04:15:58 AM Post #55 |
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doublelynch ftw |
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| APman | Oct 5 2011, 05:09:54 AM Post #56 |
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Oh, yeah, this is a thing. Whooops. I'm gonna be lazy with this update because I wanna go play Dark Souls more. Ami and Sleepymage, the most profound mage of sleepiness in the land, were well on their way to escaping the town's conflicted mob, that is, until they accidentally ran into each other and, through inertia, knocked each other out. So, the mobs found them, hung them, set them on fire, then kicked their dogs, for good measure. Even if they had none! Ami, GodMotherFather, Mafia, has been lynched. Sleepymage, your average kinda citizen dude, has been lynched. gogo pms |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Oct 5 2011, 06:26:13 AM Post #57 |
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Resident Borgstromancer
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So. Er. Looking back, if my calculations are correct... One citizen and one vigilante are left? And with the Mafia going to strike again this night, it's all down to that vigilante, isn't it? This is going to be interesting. |
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| Blade Myrmidon | Oct 5 2011, 08:47:59 AM Post #58 |
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there's never enough time
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don't worry guys, i'll save you |
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| APman | Oct 7 2011, 06:12:56 AM Post #59 |
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The last citizen walked through the ghost town, the last mafia member behind unbeknownst to him. Depression had gripped the atmosphere, choking it to death with the chill of loneliness. The vigilante was unaffected, being one since time began, except for that one part where he wasn't. The citizen made his way through town, walking, and walking. He knew that he would be targeted, but what could he do? Tonight, he would die, the words echoed through his head with every step, reminding him of how powerless he was to stop it. The vigilante walked on the rooftops above him and the seemingly invisible mafia member, as they walked, and walked, and walked. The wind had kicked up, from being hardly a breeze to trench coats fluttering elegantly in it. Hats nearly flew off, and the vigilante struggled to keep his feet on the rooftops. The citizen finally turned, a surprise to the two. "This is how it ends, then? Mafia victory?" The mafia member said nothing, as he had done before. Silence hung in the air for quite some time, the only sound being the sharp fwhooo of the wind. Then, the mafia member lunged at the citizen, brandishing a DS stylus. The citizen wielded his awesome powers of spelling, drawing his pen, and the two engaged in what may have been a duel of very, very short rapiers. Thrusting and slashing back and forth, neither had managed to make a mark on each other, as their glorious duel took them to a bridge overlooking a river, the water rippling from the sharp winds. The screech of plastic on plastic was heard when their powerful weapons collided, faces mere inches from each other. The last fight the ghost town would ever observe would soon draw to its conclusion, but who would win? One person knew, and he had prepared for this day since the beginning. The mafia member's stylus finally struck true, penetrating the citizen's guard and throwing him to the ground. With a triumphant, silent laugh, the mafia member prepared for the final blow, and the citizen laid on the ground, helpless to defend himself. "NooOooOoooOoooO---" came from below them, a ghostly, shrill cry. "--oooOooOoOooOoot today, mafioso scum!" The ghost of the bodyguard was there, his shield forming into an impenetrable wall of steel against the mafia member. The ghost rose up through the bridge, shield and sword in hand. Ready, willing. Prepared to fight for the citizenry. The mafia member backed away, spinning and throwing his cloak off to reveal an assortment of styli. Drawing eight of them, he octo wielded them and charged the bodyguard, who parried the deadly plastic points and retaliated with a swing, only to be deflected by the four plastic styli in the mafia member's left hand. Exchanging blows that never landed, they fought valiantly and proudly displayed their banners of allegiance, fighting for all of eternity. Far away, someone had been preparing a ritual, a solution to all problems. They spread their legs apart, raised their fists, and chanted. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" The vigilante had been watching, his target was open. Ready to fulfill his mission and defeat the mafia that had plagued them for eternity once and for all. The world he knew would end tonight. He leapt from the top of the bridge, coat billowing in the wind. Magnificently, he landed, and charged the man, to finish everything. Unsheathing a sharp, slimy tentacle, he slashed at the citizen, who had recovered, and was ready to fight once more. The battle on this big bridge was heated, swords crossing, tentacles dripping, and the only thing separating the combatants was the wall of the bodyguard, standing until time ends. "--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" The surge of their power sent a shockwave for miles, for planets, for universes across the vast plane of existence. Draped in a solid veil of dust from their power, they continued, veins bulging, voice unshaking. "--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--!!!!!!" The vigilante swung once more, the tentacle wrapping around the citizen's neck and cutting him. The citizen retaliated, stabbing the tentacle repeatedly, until the vigilante drew back in pain. The tentacle returned to the sleeve of the vigilante, and ashes slipped out of the sleeve as more emerged. The citizen retreated, holding his pen to the sky, "O mighty gods of spelling, bless mine instrument with your power!" The pen grew beyond the length of a lance, engraved with ancient texts and adorned with gems and beads. The citizen stabbed forward, skewering one of the tentacles and ripping it off. The vigilante was on the defensive now, but disregarded that, and charged forward, evasion being key to his assault. Spinning, twirling, and dancing out of reach of the penlance, to charge in and slash at the citizen's exposed flesh and retreat once more, the fight was an even match, neither vigilante nor citizen having any extreme advantage. Meanwhile, the mafia member and bodyguard had wounded one another, the mafia member engraving his enemy's face with four deep slashes, and had kicked the bodyguard's shield, shattering his ankle. But still, they fought, undaunted by pain, injury, blood, infection, and one legged fighting. The bodyguard lunged, but to no avail, as his sword was parried and disarmed, flying off into the vast reaches of the river. In response, he slammed the shield into the mafia member, dropping him to one knee. If only he had a weapon to finish it, it would have been over. The mafia member hopped back, then soared forward, spiraling into a deadly, eight-point attack on the bodyguard. The bodyguard raised his shield and dug into the ground, preparing for the assault, and one could see only a blinding light as the weapons collided with the shield. In the aftermath, the two had slid back many kilometers, skid marks left in their wake. A note fell to the ground, the writings charred and nearly illegible from raw power. It read "dn---gus, i v u", the bodyguard remarked, as he picked it up and read it. He raised an eyebrow, curious as to if the mafia member knew its message. The mafia member shook his head and shrugged, confused as the bodyguard. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" The being fell from the skies, crushing the bridge with his very impact, and a seismic quake triggered as a result, piercing through the ground and shattering the lush forests, the ghost town, and the very core of the planet itself with his raw might. Existence would remark in the far future of the spectacle that occurred, rivaled by no beauty nor power, as it ravaged through the world, untameable by nature, man, nor the laws of the universe themselves, the world erupted in a majestic display of explosive convulsions, eradicating itself entirely, along with a chain reaction that penetrated each and every planet throughout the universe. The being did not stop there, and charged at faster than the speed of light through time and space, engaging in brutal fist fights with every star, roundhouse kicking every meteor, and destroyed the fabric of existence. He leapt through dimensions, through time, destroying everything, and destroying the idea of "nothing", so that what would remain is unexplainable by words, sight, sound, or smell. When finally content with his doings, he continued powering up, utterly bent on the destruction of the place where his legend was kept, once more delving into vast dimensions to find it. With a snap of his fingers, the museum where relics of his eruption had been stored melted, as if touched by the most volatile acid. But, he was not through, no, next he would challenge the divine beings who had created all, unleashing his fury, his anger, his sorrow, all upon them. They would come to be remarked as unfortunate, the next time existence came around, but the being made sure that would not happen for a very, very long time, as he meditated in the plane of nothingness that he would now call "home". He finally spoke, a voice brimming with wisdom, confidence, and charm. "I told you guys I'd save you." The universe has been destroyed. Blaed wins. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Oct 7 2011, 06:24:29 AM Post #60 |
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blaed ftw I knew you'd come through for us. (...I'm guessing we lost? Darn it, Reikken. I was this close to all but singlehandedly winning the game, and then you had to ruin it by not doing enough to make me suspicious.) |
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| Reikken | Oct 7 2011, 07:34:03 AM Post #61 |
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lol wut aside from the random destruction of the universe, that was pretty cool. and funny Well from the looks of it, the vig got the wrong target? which means my cunning plan would have worked if not for those pesky kids. Kids being blaed. |
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| APman | Oct 7 2011, 08:11:47 AM Post #62 |
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that's what blaed does every time he makes breakfast, he destroys this universe and creates an identical one |
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| Blade Myrmidon | Oct 7 2011, 10:19:49 PM Post #63 |
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NEVER FEAR GUYS I'M HERE also, WHAT the hell just happened |
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| APman | Oct 8 2011, 03:01:08 AM Post #64 |
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this adequately describes the entire game |
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| Blade Myrmidon | Oct 8 2011, 03:15:26 AM Post #65 |
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probably because nothing happens apart from the PMs so no one knows anything also because i destroyed everything |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Oct 8 2011, 05:34:10 AM Post #66 |
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Apparently I did, yeah. ...You were staying quiet so nobody would suspect you, weren't you? I thought that might be the case, but then I had to go and do the logical thing by targeting someone who had actually acted suspiciously. I never learn. |
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| Reikken | Oct 8 2011, 07:17:51 AM Post #67 |
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YUP EXACTLY I almost posted, but then I was like "wait... no..." |
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| Claire de Lune | Oct 11 2011, 06:16:06 PM Post #68 |
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Bah. If I had gotten Feeny that last round, mafia might have won. |
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