EDIT: This vote won't change. Everyone knows my hatred for the day one bandwagon.
Yep, still not necessary. Also, I'm glad to see I've got at least two people upset already. Fuck I love phalla.
I just quoted it because I thought it was funny how you said you wouldn't change your vote because you hate day-1 bandwagons, then changed your vote to jump on the day-1 bandwagon.
Also, LaOs said retractions are not necessary, but recommended. That's in his OP. Which is also on page 1, in case you have trouble finding that one too :P
I'm not upset assuming you mean me, you're not the only one who wants a tie. I just don't get it, is all.
No, that was directed at Thetheroo and Richy who instantly complained about my vote.
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The problem with a tie is that we don't know what happens. Could be good for the village, could be bad for the village. Could be good for the bad guys, could be bad for the bad guys etc. Do ya feel lucky, punk?
VariableMouth CongressStroke Me Lady FameRegistered Userregular
edited May 2008
I think I already have more posts in this phalla than my last three phallas combined. it was smart to sit some out, I'm actually really in the mood to play now.
Now... the thing is, I have to start night one on a totally horrible, terrible note, and delay the Narration for roughly two hours. Volleyball was moved to later tonight rather than the earlier tonight I was expecting it to be during.
There will be full Narration with results when I get back, and it won't be long after I'm back, but it will be just over two hours from now.
I could blame you all with your retraction, vote tying nonsense, but I found it entertaining and, really, I'm on top of all that (my system rocks).
If I'm not dead by morning, I will be mowing a lawn and then unloading trucks for the man until 4 pm upon which I should return home. So no bandwagoning me for inactivity, you cubicled jerks. :P I kid.
(sorry for the longer-than-expected delay--the games went long and I greatly underestimated the workload for tonight)
Night 1
A board sits on a stone table with a number of small pieces arranged over its squares. The pieces are coloured and vaguely resemble people, but are featureless and dull. Even more figures stand around the board, without colour and largely ignored by the figures surrounding the table.
Your choices are poor. Soon our chosen will sweep your weaklings from the land and the Mountain will be ours. Isn’t that right, brother?
The short, skinny man laughed and slapped his brother on the back. Artol, he said, do not taunt the Gods. It is not their fault they chose poorly. We have, after all, scooped up the best of the best. We will not have to wait long for our vengeance.
The short, shaggy man in the corner snorted and let out a squeaky laugh. The dark Twins turned and glared at him, but he shrugged his shoulders and hopped down from his stool. Before he could speak, the largest of the Gods poked Elsaan in the shoulder and spoke.
Do not be so quick to declare victory, Snake. Our champions are strong. They will not lose.
Back-pedalling from the giant, smooth Elsaan spit at the ground and looked around for his brother as he spoke.
Do not touch me, Smith! I swear, you shall not live long to regret mistake. Finally finding his brother near the shadowed corner, he hissed and called out. Artol, bring me my dagger! Hin thinks he can touch me whenever he desires. Hurry!
The smile slowly faded from Artol’s face as he checked pocket after pocket in his coat for his brother’s dagger. It’s gone! he exclaimed, looking shocked. You gave it to me last night and I put it in my pocket, but now it’s gone.
The laughter of the surrounding Gods grew until Syl cried out from the shadowed corner. My powder! Which of you has stolen the sack from my belt?
The laughter turned to shouts and accusations as each of the Gods checked for their Talismans—their favoured trinkets and badges of pride. The Monkey’s laughter went unnoticed as the Fox growled at the Smith, nipping at his heels. The Snake and the Raven bickered about who was responsible for their items, while the West Wind and Rising Sun nearly came to blows, accusing one another of thievery. The Owl, standing alone and staring at the board, gasped and said something that was lost in the frey.
The fighting stopped, but the Owl stood silent. No one knew what she had said, but everyone watched Mewin and waited for her to speak again. Finally, the Monkey jumped down from his perch atop his stool, walked over to the Owl, and whispered in her ear.
Mewin, never taking her eyes off the small stone pieces, simply nodded at the game board.
Turning from the Owl, Luko looked at the board and grinned. They’re moving, was all he said.
***
Much of the day is spent accusing one another of being chosen by the dark Twins. Everyone accuses someone else and there is little consensus throughout the majority of the day. However, as the sun begins to set, two arguments begin to gain momentum.
It first seems as though Fuzzy Cumulonimbus Cloud is going to gain enough votes to become the first victim of the mob, but a few voices call out for Maximus and a bandwagon forms behind that vote.
The two villagers are torn back and forth—one second they are winning the vote and the next they have been saved, only to be thrust back into first a vote or two later. The constant swing one way and then the other takes a clear toll on the whole village, let alone the two frontrunners, so a stop to the voting is eventually called.
When the final tally is read out, Fuzzy Cumulonimbus Cloud lets out an audible sign of relief. Maximus has won the vote by the slimmest of margins and is hauled off to the Shrine for execution.
The remaining villagers quickly disperse, eager to get home and away from what they had just accomplished, although some glance suspiciously at Fuzzy. As for himself, Fuzzy--happy to be alive--rushes home to celebrate, all the while trying to not look like he is rushing home to celebrate.
He fails. On his way home he nearly trips over the body of Greeper. The dead man's face is blue and there is a clear red ring around his neck. Fuzzy screams for help, and although a small crowd forms quickly, the Shrine Officials take longer to arrive.
When they do arrive, the Officials make quick work of Greeper’s body and haul it back to the Shrine. They were delayed, they explain, because they found the body of mtvcdm, eyeless and with his guts splayed all over the ground, just behind the Shrine.
The grim story puts a damper on Fuzzy’s jubilant mood, who trudges the rest of the way home with his head full of thoughts of his dead neighbours and how close he had come to joining them
***
Results: The Dead Players:
Greeper
mtvcdm
Maximus
Roles Killed:
Roommate
Villager
Villager
[Edit] - minor mixups with the names of the Twins. No effective change, but I like to have things right.
Posts
Also, LaOs said retractions are not necessary, but recommended. That's in his OP. Which is also on page 1, in case you have trouble finding that one too :P
Nooo LaOs made it sound more ominous than that
well that pretty much sums it up
Like LaOs said not to?
Kind of pointless to retract now.
Keep going though, I'm getting a kick out of this :P
Actually, I telegraphed it by...oh, seven minutes.
!vote Maximus
You're doing that wrong?
edit: nevermind.
That was funny.
EDIT: Damn.
You mean Shenanigans?
Maximus? Or FCC?
Now... the thing is, I have to start night one on a totally horrible, terrible note, and delay the Narration for roughly two hours. Volleyball was moved to later tonight rather than the earlier tonight I was expecting it to be during.
There will be full Narration with results when I get back, and it won't be long after I'm back, but it will be just over two hours from now.
I could blame you all with your retraction, vote tying nonsense, but I found it entertaining and, really, I'm on top of all that (my system rocks).
EDIT: LaOs: ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G36VaaEJi6I
She was up to no good.
Again, sincerest of sincere apologies!
(a star next to someone's name represents that they switched their vote from Max to FCC or vice-versa)
!Maximus (12):
El Skid
mtvcdm
duallain
visiblehowl
Thetheroo
Richy
gundam470
enlightenedbum
**Hilger
Satan.
Frosteey
*durax
!FCC (10):
Stew_Stick
LewiePs Mummy
TheLawinator
SpeedySwaf
Maximus
Malkor
werehippy
Medopine
*Variable
Kilroy
Why didn't you vote for Maximus to save yourself?
That's his last post in the thread.
Same.
So it's Maximus winning by 2.
I'm extra contemplative right now.
A board sits on a stone table with a number of small pieces arranged over its squares. The pieces are coloured and vaguely resemble people, but are featureless and dull. Even more figures stand around the board, without colour and largely ignored by the figures surrounding the table.
Your choices are poor. Soon our chosen will sweep your weaklings from the land and the Mountain will be ours. Isn’t that right, brother?
The short, skinny man laughed and slapped his brother on the back. Artol, he said, do not taunt the Gods. It is not their fault they chose poorly. We have, after all, scooped up the best of the best. We will not have to wait long for our vengeance.
The short, shaggy man in the corner snorted and let out a squeaky laugh. The dark Twins turned and glared at him, but he shrugged his shoulders and hopped down from his stool. Before he could speak, the largest of the Gods poked Elsaan in the shoulder and spoke.
Do not be so quick to declare victory, Snake. Our champions are strong. They will not lose.
Back-pedalling from the giant, smooth Elsaan spit at the ground and looked around for his brother as he spoke.
Do not touch me, Smith! I swear, you shall not live long to regret mistake. Finally finding his brother near the shadowed corner, he hissed and called out. Artol, bring me my dagger! Hin thinks he can touch me whenever he desires. Hurry!
The smile slowly faded from Artol’s face as he checked pocket after pocket in his coat for his brother’s dagger. It’s gone! he exclaimed, looking shocked. You gave it to me last night and I put it in my pocket, but now it’s gone.
The laughter of the surrounding Gods grew until Syl cried out from the shadowed corner. My powder! Which of you has stolen the sack from my belt?
The laughter turned to shouts and accusations as each of the Gods checked for their Talismans—their favoured trinkets and badges of pride. The Monkey’s laughter went unnoticed as the Fox growled at the Smith, nipping at his heels. The Snake and the Raven bickered about who was responsible for their items, while the West Wind and Rising Sun nearly came to blows, accusing one another of thievery. The Owl, standing alone and staring at the board, gasped and said something that was lost in the frey.
The fighting stopped, but the Owl stood silent. No one knew what she had said, but everyone watched Mewin and waited for her to speak again. Finally, the Monkey jumped down from his perch atop his stool, walked over to the Owl, and whispered in her ear.
Mewin, never taking her eyes off the small stone pieces, simply nodded at the game board.
Turning from the Owl, Luko looked at the board and grinned. They’re moving, was all he said.
Much of the day is spent accusing one another of being chosen by the dark Twins. Everyone accuses someone else and there is little consensus throughout the majority of the day. However, as the sun begins to set, two arguments begin to gain momentum.
It first seems as though Fuzzy Cumulonimbus Cloud is going to gain enough votes to become the first victim of the mob, but a few voices call out for Maximus and a bandwagon forms behind that vote.
The two villagers are torn back and forth—one second they are winning the vote and the next they have been saved, only to be thrust back into first a vote or two later. The constant swing one way and then the other takes a clear toll on the whole village, let alone the two frontrunners, so a stop to the voting is eventually called.
When the final tally is read out, Fuzzy Cumulonimbus Cloud lets out an audible sign of relief. Maximus has won the vote by the slimmest of margins and is hauled off to the Shrine for execution.
The remaining villagers quickly disperse, eager to get home and away from what they had just accomplished, although some glance suspiciously at Fuzzy. As for himself, Fuzzy--happy to be alive--rushes home to celebrate, all the while trying to not look like he is rushing home to celebrate.
He fails. On his way home he nearly trips over the body of Greeper. The dead man's face is blue and there is a clear red ring around his neck. Fuzzy screams for help, and although a small crowd forms quickly, the Shrine Officials take longer to arrive.
When they do arrive, the Officials make quick work of Greeper’s body and haul it back to the Shrine. They were delayed, they explain, because they found the body of mtvcdm, eyeless and with his guts splayed all over the ground, just behind the Shrine.
The grim story puts a damper on Fuzzy’s jubilant mood, who trudges the rest of the way home with his head full of thoughts of his dead neighbours and how close he had come to joining them
Results:
The Dead Players:
Greeper
mtvcdm
Maximus
Roles Killed:
Roommate
Villager
Villager
[Edit] - minor mixups with the names of the Twins. No effective change, but I like to have things right.
The results list Dead Players and Dead Roles, but they do not necessarily match up.
[Edit]
Match up as in match the same order in each list (so Greeper is not necessarily a Roommate).