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[Game On] Soviet Phalla - Game Over: Capitalist Victory
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Guitar Hero 2 awaits!
Maddie: "I am not!"
Riley: "You're a marsupial!"
Maddie: "I am a placental mammal!"
Bastard why do are the mods/ex-mods have it but I don't!?!?!?!
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This idea wins so hard.
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Tube bought everyone copies.
Maddie: "I am not!"
Riley: "You're a marsupial!"
Maddie: "I am a placental mammal!"
Lies!!!!
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So that's why K was playing it competitively in vent
because he has a rich uncle
No spies at all!
We just pick cute avatars and keep voting people to get adopted until we all win!
No way bro, that guy is like a music-hating grendel-man or something.
EDIT: Actually it isn't as cute as I initially thought at second glance. I may or may not be my next avatar.
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Kitty/Puppy Phalla would be genius.
Don't make me break out the frog kitty avatar.
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Sascha was currently bossless. Two days ago, a bomb had gone off in the chambers where nominees for the General Secretary and Politburo positions were staying while the Committee debated. Gnasty (Sascha's boss) and thorgot had been killed instantly, and most of the others had sustained serious injuries. Most were due to be released today, however, and ElJeffe would assume duties as soon as he was able. Senor Fish had been implicated in the bomb plot, but he’d managed to escape after being convicted. The Committee, not to be denied, had immediately executed EvilBadman, mostly because, “He kept looking at us funny. And also, he’s kind of whiny.â€
Ilya shook his head wryly. The Committee had been on completely the wrong track with Senor Fish, and it was actually pretty amusing that he’d managed to escape. If only Hakkekage and GridSystem had been so fortunate…
Ilya finished sorting his chips and grinned encouragingly at Sascha. Then he noticed an aide he knew approaching from behind his opponent’s left shoulder. Their eyes met, and as the aide passed, a small ball of paper slipped surreptitiously from his hand to the floor. Ilya began twirling a chip in his fingers, but he fumbled it a bit and the chip clattered to the floor. He bent down to pick it up and quickly snatched the paper ball off the ground. It was on Lemon Chiffon paper, which could only mean one thing: a note from the boss.
He scanned it quickly, and barely stifled a gasp of horror. He tried to jump to his feet, but ended up slamming his head on the bottom of the table. He stood a bit more slowly, and noticed Sascha looking at him suspiciously. “Um…one second, I need to go to the bathroom.†Ilya turned on his heel and strode out of the room and down the hallway. He knew that bastard Sascha was going to steal some of his chips, but it didn’t matter anymore. He reread the message in his head:
Tears stung Ilya’s eyes as he blundered down the hallway and outside. No, Sascha hardly mattered anymore. What mattered was that Ilya was now an outlaw, and the Cause had lost another fighter. But mostly what mattered was that Ilya’s boss and, yes, friend, was now dead, and he barely noticed his surroundings as he ran to his destination.
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Rygar sighed in relief. After what seemed like forever, he and Spawnbroker were finally back on track to return to the city. All that was left was to turn right on the next street, towards the city, and then he could at least get out of the car and catch a cab. He saw the intersection drawing closer and closer, and he was filled with exultation as they approached Lenin St.
Wait. Lenin St? Son of a bitch.
Rygar slumped in his seat in resignation. True to form, Spawnbroker turned left on Lenin St. Rygar watched the city grow smaller in the rearview mirror, and resolved that at some point he’d release his frustration by punching Spawnbroker in the throat.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a figure standing by the side of the road. As they drew closer, he recognized Senor Fish, fist outstretched, thumb in the air. Spawnbroker slowed to a stop, and Rygar opened the door to let the man into the car.
“Thanks guys!†Senor Fish said brightly. “Man, it’s really cold out. And it’s getting really dark. Boy am I glad you guys showed up, I probably would have frozen to death if you hadn’t picked me up. I mean, I love Mother Russia as much as the next guy but seriously it just gets WAY too cold out here. I remember this one time when I was at the zoo…â€
Senor Fish babbled on for almost an hour. By the time Rygar could get a word in edgewise, night had fallen. “Senor Fish, why were you even out there?â€
“Oh…um…well, you see, the Committee was going to execute me, but I didn’t do anything, so I ran away.â€
There was a brief moment of silence before Spawnbroker slammed on the brakes. He stepped outside, opened the back door to the car, and dragged Senor Fish out of the backseat. Drawing a pistol, he prodded Senor Fish in the direction of the thick evergreen forest looming on the side of the road. “Fine, fine, I’m going, I’m going. Jeez, you guys are no fun at all.†Senor Fish stalked off into the forest, talking audibly to himself the whole time.
Rygar stepped out of the car and stood next to Spawnbroker, who was watching to make sure Senor Fish didn’t emerge from the woods. “Are you sure that’ll take care of him? I mean, it’s a pretty big forest, but he could find his way out.â€
Spawnbroker shook his head and pointed off to his right. Rygar followed his finger and saw an ancient sign just on the border of the forest:
Rygar looked at Spawnbroker in puzzlement. “What’s a grue? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such a—“
He was interrupted by a shrill scream from the forest. Senor Fish’s voice was clearly audible to the men standing by the road. “OH GOD! PLEASE NO, NOT THERE, OH SHIT WHERE IS MY STOMACH WHY ARE YOU CHOKING ME WITH MY INTESTINES…â€
The former Committee member’s pleadings continued nonstop, and Rygar and Spawnbroker beat a hasty retreat to the car. Even as they pulled away, they could hear the shrieks, but a moment later, the screams suddenly stopped, and they heard Senor Fish’s voice no more.
"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
I love that picture!!
EvilBadman: executed by General Secretary - Soviet
DevoutlyApathetic: executed by Politburo - Sympathizer
thorgot: blown up by rebels - soviet
Gnasty: blown up by rebels - soviet
Senor Fish: eaten by a grue - soviet
Elections:
General Secretary
ElJeffe
Politburo
Locus
Lord Cecil Eaglelaser
Saburbia
Smasher
Technicality
tofu
Utsanomiko
Please nobody post in the Poliburo thread until after I make the post telling the old Politburo where to stop reading.
"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
Clearly, the spies would be half-dog and half-human. Like this:
EvilBadman: executed by General Secretary - Soviet
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
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Spies, you guys suck.
Good luck the rest of you, but without me you're all pretty much all guaranteed to perish.
PS: Senor Fish was innocent! I told you so!
Oh shit...the pain...
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes , look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
...to me
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama oooh... Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo figaro (Magnifico)
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Took you long enough
/oooooOOOOOOOOoooooo
We don't get to read the whole thing? Nooooooooooooooooo...D:
Why did we wait so long to kill DA.
PS: Spies, I was responsible for bandwagoning an Old Hand and plotting the death of Ardor. I was hoping my talent for killing the wrong people would have kept me alive for a little longer.
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CURRENT DEMOGRAPHICS:
13 Soviets
1 Old Hand
1 Influencer
4 Revolutionaries
15 vs. 4 now? That gives us four days to find the next spy. There might be at least one of them on the politburo, at most there may be two - I doubt they would be able to get three in there. But the safer bet may be to go into the crowd to find as many spies as possible. I'll try to take some time later to come up with thoughts, but I'm out for now.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha. Frankly this game has been a blast because I've been skating death since day 1.
Also:
THANKS FOR FUCKING YOUR TEAM SPAWNBROKER!
I owe you cookies or something.
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Anyway, MrBlarney, that hardly gives us four days. If we don't find any rebels by the end of three days, it'll be 3 soviets to 4 rebels, and that means we lose.
-Why are the rebels cool with ElJeffe becoming GS? ElJeffe also grabbed the position away from Tofu through that last minute vote for himself.
-Do we suspect the people who just barely hopped into the politburo by voting for themselves? Locus, Saburbia, and Utsanomiko?
I've got a few others, but dammit, I really don't even know how to begin to phrase them. Maybe I'll add some more later.
This made me laugh out loud.
"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
I try, I try.
Thanks for running an awesome game Howl (you too RBB, where ever you are.) It was incredibly fun because I could have sworn I was going down when I was seered night 1....not so much.
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I don't know how the hell you got Eri to trust you. There was no proof of your power, and she flat out told us that you weren't confirmed. Why didn't she call out the bandwagons on you? Instead of me, maybe?
Ugh, I don't have the slightest idea what's going on right now...