Honestly dudes, shalmelo is a much better vote. I just voted Typhus to bait some mafia into making it a wagon. Whichever of you aren't mafia should probably go ahead and switch now.
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The AnonymousUh, uh, uhhhhhh...Uh, uh.Registered Userregular
Okay yeah, looking over that record I missed that the first time. shalmelo it is.
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blahmcblahYou pick your side and you stick - you don't cut and run when things get ugly.Registered Userregular
Always with the late-day vote drama this thread.
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The AnonymousUh, uh, uhhhhhh...Uh, uh.Registered Userregular
I like being dramatic. It's fun.
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blahmcblahYou pick your side and you stick - you don't cut and run when things get ugly.Registered Userregular
shalmelodramatic?
(I've been waiting like literally ALL GAME for that)
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The AnonymousUh, uh, uhhhhhh...Uh, uh.Registered Userregular
The town had calmed itself after the death of the last Imperial. Captain Law had shown them he was capable of finding and locating the remaining knights, and had acted without pause. They continued to confide in him their suspicions, and by day's end another person had been sentenced to death. The captain took his men down to the local tavern to locate the brute. Mad Malcolm McFadden was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, the raucous laughter of Sir McFadden and his compatriots echoing around the room. Captain Law and his knights approached the man, wading between the drinking patrons and the scattered tables and chairs.
Mad Malcolm saw them coming out of the corner of his eye and jumped up out of his seat, cracking his bottle of liquor open on the table as he rose. He looked Captain Law in the eye and grinned at the man. He was a bestial sight, grizzled hair in his face, teeth missing; the smell of booze in his sweat, long since caked into his clothes. Malcolm planted his boot in the side of the nearest man, sending the bar patron, his drink, and his chair, falling towards the good captain. He began swinging his broken bottle at one of the tavern goers, slicing his arm. He quickly dropped the neck of the bottle and picked up the closest chair to swing at the closest knight. The other patrons, angered by McFadden's assault, had joined in the fight as well. It took near half an hour for the knights to quell the quarreling drunkards. McFadden was hauled out into the street, where his head was unceremoniously chopped off.
Captain Law had stopped another one, he hoped it was almost over.
He had thought Dustin would be a good place to lay low. He had been caught fornicating with the duke's wife, and the duke had sent his knights after him to carve him up to satisfy the duke's honor, so he fled to the borderlands. It seems, for Viscount Jerrold Bolognia of Nomevillagio Casuale, castration was the fate he was destined for, escaping the duke's knights only to be dropped into the clutches of beasts who actually enjoyed such work. He was surprised he had survived as long as he had in this village under siege. He had never had particular great survival or combat skills; he was a lover, not a fighter. Once most of the locals had been murdered, and enough of the Imperials had been caught, he thought it would be safe enough to risk trying to leave town. He couldn't take all this killing, he just wanted to find a nice quiet tavern and a buxom lass to share the night.
While Malcolm McFadden was distracting the Phallandian Knights in the tavern, his partners had been watching the man frantically pack and head for the outskirts of town. They meet him on the road out of town, the village lights could barely be seen in the distance. The Imperials marked their victim.
The AnonymousUh, uh, uhhhhhh...Uh, uh.Registered Userregular
It wasn't perfect, but I had a fun time trying to puzzle out who the mafia were. Even after we voted Obi out, it still took several days for the mafia to slip up and create evidence in the voting record.
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Nintendo ID: Pastalonius
Smite\LoL:Gremlidin \ WoW & Overwatch & Hots: Gremlidin#1734
3ds: 3282-2248-0453
Nintendo ID: Pastalonius
Smite\LoL:Gremlidin \ WoW & Overwatch & Hots: Gremlidin#1734
3ds: 3282-2248-0453
shalmelo: Zombie Hero, premium, Egos, Typhus773
Typhus is ahead by one. So yeah, if Langly votes shal it's a tied vote.
edit: And it's late game to boot. You can read it as
a) mafia trying to save one of their own
b) mafia panting a clear target for what they thought would be the last day
Typhus733: 5 (Anialos, blahmcblah, Malkor, shalmelo, The Anonymous)
shalmelo: 4 (Zombie Hero, premium, Egos, Typhus733)
Honestly dudes, shalmelo is a much better vote. I just voted Typhus to bait some mafia into making it a wagon. Whichever of you aren't mafia should probably go ahead and switch now.
(I've been waiting like literally ALL GAME for that)
Boooooo
Get off the stage!
You've been a great crowd, I'll be here all week!
Typhus733: 4 (Anialos, blahmcblah, Malkor, shalmelo, The Anonymous, Langly)
- Terence McKenna
Big IF , though. Since the Mayor is a known role in regular Mafia (not phalla) as well... something to consider.
The town had calmed itself after the death of the last Imperial. Captain Law had shown them he was capable of finding and locating the remaining knights, and had acted without pause. They continued to confide in him their suspicions, and by day's end another person had been sentenced to death. The captain took his men down to the local tavern to locate the brute. Mad Malcolm McFadden was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, the raucous laughter of Sir McFadden and his compatriots echoing around the room. Captain Law and his knights approached the man, wading between the drinking patrons and the scattered tables and chairs.
Mad Malcolm saw them coming out of the corner of his eye and jumped up out of his seat, cracking his bottle of liquor open on the table as he rose. He looked Captain Law in the eye and grinned at the man. He was a bestial sight, grizzled hair in his face, teeth missing; the smell of booze in his sweat, long since caked into his clothes. Malcolm planted his boot in the side of the nearest man, sending the bar patron, his drink, and his chair, falling towards the good captain. He began swinging his broken bottle at one of the tavern goers, slicing his arm. He quickly dropped the neck of the bottle and picked up the closest chair to swing at the closest knight. The other patrons, angered by McFadden's assault, had joined in the fight as well. It took near half an hour for the knights to quell the quarreling drunkards. McFadden was hauled out into the street, where his head was unceremoniously chopped off.
Captain Law had stopped another one, he hoped it was almost over.
He had thought Dustin would be a good place to lay low. He had been caught fornicating with the duke's wife, and the duke had sent his knights after him to carve him up to satisfy the duke's honor, so he fled to the borderlands. It seems, for Viscount Jerrold Bolognia of Nomevillagio Casuale, castration was the fate he was destined for, escaping the duke's knights only to be dropped into the clutches of beasts who actually enjoyed such work. He was surprised he had survived as long as he had in this village under siege. He had never had particular great survival or combat skills; he was a lover, not a fighter. Once most of the locals had been murdered, and enough of the Imperials had been caught, he thought it would be safe enough to risk trying to leave town. He couldn't take all this killing, he just wanted to find a nice quiet tavern and a buxom lass to share the night.
While Malcolm McFadden was distracting the Phallandian Knights in the tavern, his partners had been watching the man frantically pack and head for the outskirts of town. They meet him on the road out of town, the village lights could barely be seen in the distance. The Imperials marked their victim.
The Glorious Dead:
Shalmelo: Mad Malcolm McFadden - Imperial Knight -- Summary Execution
Blahmcblah: Viscount Jerrold Bolognia of Nomevillagio Casuale - Villager of Dustin -- Castrated
Day 8 ends Wednesday at Midnight EDT.
- Terence McKenna
Gonna go with Anialos for being on the opposing wagon.
Those bits about being sick were all true, though.
Blargh
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Woo-hoo, my first time ever getting killed by mafia! Hooray for not being completely irrelevant for once!
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3DS: 1289-8447-4695
Nintendo ID: Pastalonius
Smite\LoL:Gremlidin \ WoW & Overwatch & Hots: Gremlidin#1734
3ds: 3282-2248-0453