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[Phalla] of Lovecraft: West Victory!
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So, considering the fact that you're dying anyway, I should kill Aldo and just let you get killed by the revenants, whoever you are.
!Vote Aldo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlUsiKfeDfo&eurl=http://areasofmyexpertise.blogspot.com/
http://www.ugo.com/movies/babylon-ad-video-gallery/?cur=vin-diesel-dungeons-and-dragons&morepics=1
Aldo
TheFallenLord
MrBallbaggins
Gundam470
cj iwakura - Shot by West - Revenant
Exhumed:
Satan Himself - Plague - Villager
Zot - Poison - Villager
Well, let's !exhume Aldo and see what his deal was.
That's a very good question
We lost several more during the night. It was no matter. They were not fit to carry out the punishment.
***
We waited outside the home of Aldo. We told him it was his time. That he needed to come out now.
He refused. I tried the door. Locked. Sturdy, too. I motioned for others to look for a another way to enter. All the windows were shuttered, but they wouldn't last long. I picked up Aldo's axe, which had been leaning on a pile of firewood. At a signal, we began to force our way in. Two of us were the front door, another at the back. I and a few others tried the windows.
As predicted, the windows gave in easily. The back door followed in moments. Our efforts at the stubborn front door were abandoned in favor of our other newly opened ways. I went upstairs immediately, leaving the others to check the ground floor.
I found him by his bed, kneeling. I advanced, readying the axe to strike. As I came close and lifted the axe, he suddenly turned and lunged at me with a knife. Defenseless as I was in that instant, he drove the knife into my side. I howled in pain, and he used the opportunity to try and get away. Just before he moved out of reach, I managed to grab his foot and trip him, sending him sprawling, and with one last desperate exertion, pulled the knife from my side and plunged it into his back.
***
I awoke at about midnight, when I heard six gunshots somewhere in the distance.
There's no guarantee the Revenant won't do their own thing, but there was every reason for them to take a bite out of RU. Given that cj redied trying to gnaw on West, the conclusion seems so obvious I don't see how I can ignore it.
I'll wait for RU to say something a little more substantial, but I'm skeptical it's going to change my mind.
Good luck, everyone!
OooOOOooOO
I really don't get these O's. But. . .man my death didn't even have narration
OoooOOooo
However, since I'm not certain, I'm going to start off and !vote Variable again. I might switch that later, depending on how things go later, but honestly he's either evil or a terrible villager.
Edward: You're making a ghost post. Ghosts moan. OoOOOo is the sound of a ghost.
!Aldo anyway.
Damn yer eyes!
ooOOOoooOO
Two for two wasn't bad.
Welcome to the world on this side.
t Edward: the O's are supposed to be ghost sounds, we use them to indicate that we're talking from beyond the grave.
Elendil, thanks for the awesome death. How often does one get the chance to cram a knive in the narrator's body? <3
I wish I could comment on the results, but doing so would be childish and not really needed.
ooooooooOOOOOoooooo
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4 mystery deaths, one vote, presumably 2 cultist attacks and another one. My guess is someone turned into a Revenant by Dr. West, since any other method of death (Revenant, Arsonist) would have been revealed to us. I suppose it could be the Watcher, Searcher or Necromancer if any of them are still alive, but there's no way to know for sure.
Then we've got cj iwakura. Remember what I said last night folks: The only way I could survive tonight was if the Revenants already knew who Dr. West was. Obviously they did, and they attacked him, earning cj 6 bullets in the chest.
So, good news: West is out of bullets and we have one less Revenant to worry about.
Bad News: West is still alive.
Worse News for me: none of this actually absolves me.
All I can offer is an analysis and a re-iteration of what's already been said. I'm not Dr. West, I'm the gravedigger's son. As you might have noticed from my excited post after narration, I'm not thrilled about being alive because I know it makes me look suspicious and I don't want the village wasting their vote on me when there's only 8 of us left.
Due to the death results, I'm prone to believe that there's still 2 cultists left, one of each cult, plus Dr. West for the village to worry about. If you vote for me, you're wasting the village vote and making things that much easier for the cultists or West.
At the very least, know that if I AM west, the Revenants want me dead and I'd be out of bullets. You don't need to waste a vote on me, the Revenants already know who I am (due to cj's death)
Find another suspect to vote out and I'll join you, in fact, let's focus on voting out a cultist. The Revenants should know who Dr. West is, and by killing him, they win, they don't harm the village, the village can still win AND they keep their numbers from growing any more.
I hope you make the right choice.
I'm off for the night in about an hour. I'll try and check in some time tonight but I don't know if I'll have the chance.
Either way, good luck!
There was only one revenant attack last night, and said revenant died. There's no reason for revenants not to attack someone every night, so it's possible there aren't any left today. If that's the case and you're Dr. West you would know that, and so could call on the (nonexistant) revenants to kill you secure in the knowledge that said attack would never come. That would also encourage any killing specials we have left to target someone else. Depending on the details of how the reagent and syringe work, if enough other people die tonight it may be possible for West to revive enough revenants to outnumber the villagers and win the game.
It seems unlikely if you're West that the real Gardener's Son wouldn't have spoken out, but it seems even more unlikely if you're not that cj would have decided not to attack you for no apparent reason and manage to hit the real West out of 12 people.
And !vote for Aldo for good measure.
And dig up to see exactly what they were !vote for Aldo
!Aldo
Romantic Undead edited his post more than one time.
One of the times it did not reveal that he was the gravedigger's son.
The next time it did reveal he was the gravedigger's son.
Way too suspicious and formulated.
D:
Did I mention long?
Would you like my job? 12 hour shifts because of the lack of people
I kid, but seriously rabid moms dragging their kids to Sears at 4:00 AM is kind of depressing. D:
Also, people ordering giant Televisions and then being surprised when the TV doesn't fit in their sedan is really annoying.
What did you fucking expect?
Its a fucking giant ass TV.
Also pool tables.
The day after and the day of Thanksgiving!
Heh, classy. Yeah, my store (game retail) was packed to brimming the first and second days afterwards. Seriously people? We don't even have any good deals. What's wrong with all of you??
And Fuzzy, you have to expect that of them. Customers in general are not bright, and when you have a large amount of them packed together, all thinking that the other guy is going to get what they want, they just turn into a bunch of cognitively impaired animals. A grim state, to be sure.
I wanted to tell him that he had no fucking idea how many televisions we had and was assuming that that was the first one. ( It was actually the 19th one that went out )
He started getting angry and pissy.
We found him the last fucking one in the warehouse and he had this big shit-eating grin.
God fucking damnit Black Friday people are jerks.
That being said, to Fuzzy: of course I edited my post a couple of times, making a big reveal is never something to be taken lightly, and I know first hand how wording something wrong can screw you over.
That being said, I mentionned being the gravedigger's son right off the bat, !Fuzzy Cumulonibus Cloud is lying.
Once I'm dead and revealed to be the gravedigger's son (provided the game isn't over tonight or tomorrow), it'll be a simply matter to see who the real culprits are.
Also, we need a second place for exhumation while I'm still alive, so I'm gonna go with !gundam470
Romantic Undead
Fluffy, Our Beloved Flopsy Bunny Friend
Variable
Exhumed:
Aldo - Stabbed - Cultist of the Esoteric Order of Dagon
gundam470 - Plague - Villager
Narration:
When I awoke again, the sun was in my eyes. I was in my bed.
"Are you coming along? There is still work yet to be done." The voice was coming from behind me. The sharp pain in my side had not abated. I was running a fever. Still... I sat up. The pain was excruciating. I threw up.
I put on a clean shirt and a coat, then glanced back to the table. My revolver. It still had one more bullet in it.
One bullet and everything would end. Just one shot.
I picked up the gun and staggered out the door.
***
They'd prepared the work in my absence. Romantic Undead was kneeling in the square. Two men held his arms. His nose was broken and he had a deep gash in his cheek. My wound was throbbing, and I could hardly stand. There was no time to wait. I put the revolver to his forehead. He began to weep, but said not a word.
I hesitated.
"Pull the goddamn trigger," I heard LaOs growl behind me.
I squeezed the trigger.
***
I dropped the gun by the corpse and, with great effort, walked away. I found myself outside the home where I'd spotted West a few days ago.
He stepped out.
"You're injured?" he asked. My wound was bleeding through my clothing. He drew a syringe from his pocket and advanced slowly.
"Get away." I said. He said nothing but continued forward.
"Get away." I said again. He ignored it.
Now he was within reach and lunged, attempting to drive the needle into me.
"Help! Keep off, you cursed little tow-headed fiend--keep that damned needle away from me!" That was all I managed to get out before I felt a slight pinch in my neck.
***
Herbert West victory!
Given the activity level today, I'm inclined to call the game.
With 6 players left we have a good chance to win the game for the Village if we kill the last two
But then with a small pool left it's kind of not worth it