Quote:Originally posted by mike411@Oct 8 2005, 10:05 PM
That isn't putting you on my good side, sonny...
You may address me by my title, it certainly applies here.
*thinks* Howsabout a comprimise, General Oldy?
... fine fine, Mr. General of the Ancients!
Ah, the pointless happy spam at the end of the game. Some people are silent, some people run around being bubbly, and me, I brood.
We're at the point in the game where I will have no choice but to reveal my role should I survive the night. So, despite my best judgement, I will do so at the end of the night cycle to silence the cries of my critics.
And according to Bunny, some Montresor guy. He kills with a trowel in a most despicable way and is featured in the "Cask of Amontillado". (sp)
Scalibur stands in front of the group, obvious disdain in his eyes.
"This is the second day you couldn't get a majority... I'm beginning to think some of you are no more than empty shells! Irregardless, it's Nevermore's choice again. Go ahead..."
Nevermore prepares for an attack, but then stops and walks off. Scalibur follows quickly.
However, something catches Scalibur's eye. He sees some flame begin to rise from the side of the group, but then they dissipate... as if the person that was to be burned somehow couldn't be.
... some guy protected himself tonight? Oh well, nothing happened anyways :(
Scalibur woke up restless in the middle of the night. He began prowling the mansion, unsure of how long the facade would stay standing... nevertheless, he went straight to the kitchen in order to fetch a midnight snakc. He crossed the giant wooden expanse- the breakfast steaks were tenderizing on the counters, three buckets of water sit by the walls, and large quantities of jerky from every exotic animal cover the walls. Scalibur walked over to the aging room- where the prepared jerky was stored, and thrust open the door- and almost vomited in his own mouth.
In the aging room was the body of Poogley Boogley, hanging from the ceiling. He could barely be seen in the dim light, swinging back and forth slightly. Scalibur thrust in the candlelight- Poogley was not hanging by a rope, but by his own small intestine. His gut was sliced open and was obviously dug around in vehemently, as most of Poogley's internal contents lay strewn on the floor. Within moments, the cord gave way and Poogley thumped to the ground- his body wading in his own vitals.
Scalibur continued walking along, once again shaken. However, he did not have time to compose- Bound into the middle of the foyer was the form of Mirumoto Meta, sliced in half with a giant pendulum. blood trickled down the steps and began pooling around Scalibur's feet until he walked up to the steps- where the body emitted a bright light. Meta took the regal form of Prince Prospero.
However, it did not stop there. The form then emiited a black light, and laying where the prince had once layed was the form of a massive black bird.
"It seems even the youngest of regals can become corrupt..." Scalibur said, wading through the blood.
:) Good. Another Raven down.
x.x How many are there?
... for those of you still left, I feel that we need to get the Raven team eliminated before Montresor, the Red Deathian Guy, and what's left of the Mad Police.
Since there are 10 people alive (by my count) and there are a minimum of 4 baddies left... we need to start hitting baddies. Like, today would be good.
Actually, I suspect Ryguy and Benladesh. For no reason whatsoever =)
[EDIT] You saw no Megaman >_>
Yeah! Good job Mad Police at killing the Raven's heir! I love it when the baddies kill each other off!
And welcome back to the game Mike, you crazy old man!
Vote: Ryguy
Vote: Benladesh
Defense plox... and vote peoples! Inactiveness keels us.
Vote: Ryguy
Vote: Benladesh
Yes, I am bandwagoning. The only reason is because we need executions.