09-11-2006, 07:02 PM
09-11-2006, 07:22 PM
LOL. I cut it, and then I left he page and came back and forgot to get rid of that other stuff before I pasted it. x)
*changes it*
*changes it*
09-11-2006, 10:06 PM
Okay, I entirely mis-guessed my schedule, so I'll do the plot just before I go to bed (Homework needs finishing). Sorry guys. 
09-12-2006, 03:21 AM
What does it mean I was found in his room? I'm not homosexual! Ahh!
Can we Vote:Kuge?
Can we Vote:Kuge?
09-12-2006, 07:19 AM
TMC - Not if votes that are about 6 hours too late don't count, at least not right this second.
Edit ...right this second would = execution (or so I thought). Not night.
Oh... and GOOD DAY TO YOU TOO, SIR.
You guys are so mean, insinuating that Scal was in a car crash, how nice of you.
Edit ...right this second would = execution (or so I thought). Not night.
Oh... and GOOD DAY TO YOU TOO, SIR.
You guys are so mean, insinuating that Scal was in a car crash, how nice of you.
09-12-2006, 04:03 PM
Thanks for the vote of confidence in my safety, kids. >.>
Day = extended until regular time today, just in case you want to play with your lists or change votes.
Day = extended until regular time today, just in case you want to play with your lists or change votes.
09-12-2006, 04:07 PM
Whee, I guess we'll have to wait till tomorrow to see the results of the game.
09-12-2006, 05:46 PM
Meaning I'll do everything today. =P
09-12-2006, 07:50 PM
End of Day 6
As the message railing on the television came to a close, a black gloved hand clicked off the screen. The two figures paced back and forth in the room, around a man tied on his knees- a black bag set around his head.
"Quite a bit of bravado you have there, Sutler..." said the first man. "It's quite a shame you don't have that sort of courage when your life is under threat. All you ever did after becoming Chancellor was sit around in your little bunker, and for what? Were you that afraid of your own citizenry? Your own men?"
"Please, don't hurt me..." moaned the man on the floor.
"You pathetic maggot," said the other figure. "I spend years of my life pledging my loyalty to a coward that can't even come out of his safety without crying like a little baby? I'm disgusted. Your words are worthless now, Sutler."
The man walked up the figure bound to the cold cement and removed the bag. His vision slowly came back in- both the Captain and the man in the Mask stood before him.
"I'll do anything if you spare me!" cried the man in the suit. A small amount of blood from a minor head injury stained the bright blue that made up his coat.
"It's too late for your reparations," said the man in the mask. "You have caused so much hatred... so much intolerance... so much meaningless loss of life... there is no way you can repay the deaths of 100,000 people. You killed without discrimination... and we will do the same to you. And now, a little something for the things you have done, the things you might have done... and for the only thing you have left on this Earth."
The man in the mask bent down and affixed a Scarlet Carson to the lapel of the former dictator. He took two steps back, and let the Captain step forward.
"I have lived my entire life in worship of you, Mr. Sutler. I have spent the entirety of my existence in a fantasy world where you were the closest thing to God and I was a humble servant... I see now that I was wrong. That you are not any sort of almighty being, but just a weak man... as I am, as everyone in this country is or was. Everyone except him."
He leveled his pistol straight between the Chancellor's eyes.
"May God have mercy on your pitiful soul."
He fired a single bullet into Adam Sutler's head. The epitome of power in all of London... the man responsible for the deaths of 100,000 men, women, and children- lay dead on a slab of concrete.
"And only one thing remains left to do," said Evey Hammond as she removed the charred Fawkes mask.
"Before we do that... who was that man?"
"He was Edmund Dantes... William Rookwood... Gordon Deitrich... my mother, my father, and my brother. He was me, he was you. He was all of us. He was Liberty."
---
Evey and the Captain stood hand in hand from the balcony of the Shadow Gallery. People in black capes and Fawkes masks flooded the streets in front of Parliament. Man and woman, white and black, young and old stood hand in hand before the ancient building... all stood as one.
Columns of flames shot through the ancient windows, crushing the ancient stone as it blew past. Cinders and ash clogged the air as the face of Big Ben exploded in a cataclysm of heat. Fireworks shot up into the sky... the next morning would bring a new world to England. A world of freedom.
No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
---
GAME OVER
First Place: V (professorelite), Evey Hammond (Lord_Owlstar), Delia Surridge (Graphitesmoothie), Vincent Galves (cateraction), Eric Finch (sirhatter) and all past Innocents aligned with the side of V.
Second Place: Adam Sutler (Kugetsu), Lewis Prothero (Bunnylover), Roger Dascombe (Stimulatus), Brian Etheridge (Kagemucha), Conrad Heyer (theonlysaneone), and all past Innocents aligned with the side of the Government.
Third Place: Peter Creedy (ryguy) and the Fingermen (lackadazed, Metalwarrior, and Oogabooga).
Discussion will continue in Groupies.
Quote:People of this country, we stand upon the fringe of oblivion. A terrorist is threatening to destroy everything we hold dear within our hearts, everything we hold with clarity within our minds. Society is a stable being that is being worn down by a madman! I declare that all people of England should rise against this virulent evil and strike him down with all the fury of God! England Prevails!
As the message railing on the television came to a close, a black gloved hand clicked off the screen. The two figures paced back and forth in the room, around a man tied on his knees- a black bag set around his head.
"Quite a bit of bravado you have there, Sutler..." said the first man. "It's quite a shame you don't have that sort of courage when your life is under threat. All you ever did after becoming Chancellor was sit around in your little bunker, and for what? Were you that afraid of your own citizenry? Your own men?"
"Please, don't hurt me..." moaned the man on the floor.
"You pathetic maggot," said the other figure. "I spend years of my life pledging my loyalty to a coward that can't even come out of his safety without crying like a little baby? I'm disgusted. Your words are worthless now, Sutler."
The man walked up the figure bound to the cold cement and removed the bag. His vision slowly came back in- both the Captain and the man in the Mask stood before him.
"I'll do anything if you spare me!" cried the man in the suit. A small amount of blood from a minor head injury stained the bright blue that made up his coat.
"It's too late for your reparations," said the man in the mask. "You have caused so much hatred... so much intolerance... so much meaningless loss of life... there is no way you can repay the deaths of 100,000 people. You killed without discrimination... and we will do the same to you. And now, a little something for the things you have done, the things you might have done... and for the only thing you have left on this Earth."
The man in the mask bent down and affixed a Scarlet Carson to the lapel of the former dictator. He took two steps back, and let the Captain step forward.
"I have lived my entire life in worship of you, Mr. Sutler. I have spent the entirety of my existence in a fantasy world where you were the closest thing to God and I was a humble servant... I see now that I was wrong. That you are not any sort of almighty being, but just a weak man... as I am, as everyone in this country is or was. Everyone except him."
He leveled his pistol straight between the Chancellor's eyes.
"May God have mercy on your pitiful soul."
He fired a single bullet into Adam Sutler's head. The epitome of power in all of London... the man responsible for the deaths of 100,000 men, women, and children- lay dead on a slab of concrete.
"And only one thing remains left to do," said Evey Hammond as she removed the charred Fawkes mask.
"Before we do that... who was that man?"
"He was Edmund Dantes... William Rookwood... Gordon Deitrich... my mother, my father, and my brother. He was me, he was you. He was all of us. He was Liberty."
---
Evey and the Captain stood hand in hand from the balcony of the Shadow Gallery. People in black capes and Fawkes masks flooded the streets in front of Parliament. Man and woman, white and black, young and old stood hand in hand before the ancient building... all stood as one.
Columns of flames shot through the ancient windows, crushing the ancient stone as it blew past. Cinders and ash clogged the air as the face of Big Ben exploded in a cataclysm of heat. Fireworks shot up into the sky... the next morning would bring a new world to England. A world of freedom.
No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
---
GAME OVER
First Place: V (professorelite), Evey Hammond (Lord_Owlstar), Delia Surridge (Graphitesmoothie), Vincent Galves (cateraction), Eric Finch (sirhatter) and all past Innocents aligned with the side of V.
Second Place: Adam Sutler (Kugetsu), Lewis Prothero (Bunnylover), Roger Dascombe (Stimulatus), Brian Etheridge (Kagemucha), Conrad Heyer (theonlysaneone), and all past Innocents aligned with the side of the Government.
Third Place: Peter Creedy (ryguy) and the Fingermen (lackadazed, Metalwarrior, and Oogabooga).
Discussion will continue in Groupies.