m-NotWIII: A Game of Thrones--Game Thread
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Zack
99% hot gas
Scum love to hide among townies and pick a safe bandwagon to jump on.
ſtraight out of the textbook, my good ſirs.That's the definition of bandwagoning.
Sprig
めんどくさい
na I, Sprig should have the hat - maybe i can trade it for my staff.
The Retired Soldier is urinating into a large plant pot.
Ahhhhhhhhh... That's better.
Now, where were we?
Oh yeah. Give the hat to that Novelist, link16.
Maybe then he'll write some comedy. Or something with goblins.
Ahhhhhhhhh... That's better.
Now, where were we?
Oh yeah. Give the hat to that Novelist, link16.
Maybe then he'll write some comedy. Or something with goblins.
Update Eight
You sit down, preparing to read this update. Are you comfortable? I hope you are, dear reader, because you are about to read something pretty epic. It is the tale of what the town did on the fourth day, as you undoubtedly know, since you've managed to follow along my thread just fine.
Are you thirsty? I can wait for you. Get something to eat too, if you want. Make sure that you, no matter where you are, in the USA or in Europe or viewing this site from a hunk of metal flying through the air miles above the ground (or kilometers for you using a sensible system!), are perfectly content to read, because once you start reading, you won't want to stop.
You scroll down when you notice something weird. One paragraph is situated far from the others.
You wonder why the author decided to do this--maybe it was a typographical error. You ignore it and move on.
You get to the part of the story where the humble farmer Darth Caesar is lynched for his crimes. You worry that he won by such a small margin; maybe if the inactive townspeople voted, he wouldn't have been led to his terrible fate. But, of course, you're not one of those scummy lurkers or people who don't pay attention, right?
You also read that the vote for the Jester's Hat was pretty split and link16 won by a very slight margin.
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It is now NIGHT!
Night ends October 2, 2010. It's an extra-long night because tomorrow I'll be at the Facebook Hackathon and having a blast! See you all then!
You sit down, preparing to read this update. Are you comfortable? I hope you are, dear reader, because you are about to read something pretty epic. It is the tale of what the town did on the fourth day, as you undoubtedly know, since you've managed to follow along my thread just fine.
Are you thirsty? I can wait for you. Get something to eat too, if you want. Make sure that you, no matter where you are, in the USA or in Europe or viewing this site from a hunk of metal flying through the air miles above the ground (or kilometers for you using a sensible system!), are perfectly content to read, because once you start reading, you won't want to stop.
You scroll down when you notice something weird. One paragraph is situated far from the others.
You wonder why the author decided to do this--maybe it was a typographical error. You ignore it and move on.
You get to the part of the story where the humble farmer Darth Caesar is lynched for his crimes. You worry that he won by such a small margin; maybe if the inactive townspeople voted, he wouldn't have been led to his terrible fate. But, of course, you're not one of those scummy lurkers or people who don't pay attention, right?
Spoiler :
You also read that the vote for the Jester's Hat was pretty split and link16 won by a very slight margin.
--
It is now NIGHT!
Night ends October 2, 2010. It's an extra-long night because tomorrow I'll be at the Facebook Hackathon and having a blast! See you all then!
Update Nine
The sun rose upon a victorious Traum. Somehow the last night's party hadn't caught up to the town's denizens and they all emerged bright-eyed. Their natural instinct to party allowed them to become totally refrehsed if they could party without a conscience. Yes, they were indeed able to celebrate even after the unfortunate lynching of the innocent farmer. The festivities after having hanged a Grigori Assassin lingered on.
Apparently, the evildoers were not satisfied with this outcome though, as Herbalist Autolycus was found dead. His mouth had been jammed with various toxic plants (and various non-toxic ones--apparently his killers had not known anything about the fine art of herbology and just decided to suffocate him to death. His windpipe was also crushed, which probably helped with the bit about the suffocation.
Although Traum wasn't normally superstitious, they had to wonder. Was the position of Mayor cursed? Still, some other sap would have to rise up and lead the town. While they were deciding that, they would also have to determine who to lynch for today as well as what to do with the late Farmer's Rickety Old Cart.
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It is now DAY!
Day ends October 4th, at 10:00 PM PST!
Votes for the mayor in BOLDED RED.
Votes for a lynch in BOLD!.
Votes for the Rickety Old Cart in BOLDED GREEN.
The sun rose upon a victorious Traum. Somehow the last night's party hadn't caught up to the town's denizens and they all emerged bright-eyed. Their natural instinct to party allowed them to become totally refrehsed if they could party without a conscience. Yes, they were indeed able to celebrate even after the unfortunate lynching of the innocent farmer. The festivities after having hanged a Grigori Assassin lingered on.
Apparently, the evildoers were not satisfied with this outcome though, as Herbalist Autolycus was found dead. His mouth had been jammed with various toxic plants (and various non-toxic ones--apparently his killers had not known anything about the fine art of herbology and just decided to suffocate him to death. His windpipe was also crushed, which probably helped with the bit about the suffocation.
Spoiler :
Although Traum wasn't normally superstitious, they had to wonder. Was the position of Mayor cursed? Still, some other sap would have to rise up and lead the town. While they were deciding that, they would also have to determine who to lynch for today as well as what to do with the late Farmer's Rickety Old Cart.
--
It is now DAY!
Day ends October 4th, at 10:00 PM PST!
Votes for the mayor in BOLDED RED.
Votes for a lynch in BOLD!.
Votes for the Rickety Old Cart in BOLDED GREEN.
Sprig
めんどくさい
You know, I don't really care about the Mayor position or some stupid cart. I do want to lynch someone though... I just don't know who it is yet. i tell you what, who ever has my staff, just give it back and then I won't have to track you down and lynch you... It's a real simple deal.
For once, the Retired Soldier seems relatively sober, which might have something to do with his having learned a truly horrifying thing...
Friends, I have learned a truly horrifying thing...
Apparently, sprig the Shepherd has been prostituting out his sheep. He's a sheep pimp!
That is, unless it's all some pack of lies cooked up so as to avoid telling me the truth about himself...
Friends, I have learned a truly horrifying thing...
Apparently, sprig the Shepherd has been prostituting out his sheep. He's a sheep pimp!
That is, unless it's all some pack of lies cooked up so as to avoid telling me the truth about himself...
Sprig
めんどくさい
(OOC: lightfang made this character, not I. Of course, I have embelished a few things here and there for role play purposes but the reveal to you does not change.)
Soldier, you are telling them what they all know... but they dare not to admit such truths.
Next you will be telling everyone porkies that you have not sampled my wares...
The facts do not change, there can be no fun without my sheep and there can be no sheep without my staff.
Soldier, you are telling them what they all know... but they dare not to admit such truths.
Next you will be telling everyone porkies that you have not sampled my wares...
The facts do not change, there can be no fun without my sheep and there can be no sheep without my staff.
So you were lying to us when you pretended there was nothing untoward going on with your sheep, then?
Sprig
めんどくさい
I personally would never do anything like that to my precious sheep, What you do alone with my sheep in private is none of my business (execpt the paying me for it part). You could just want a cuddle (like me) for all I know.
But to suggest, that I do anything unbecoming to my flock...
But to suggest, that I do anything unbecoming to my flock...
Is it not more plausible to think that you got the idea for this pimp claim from that little exchange with the Bartender?
Sprig
めんどくさい
(ooc: My character is my character, if i want to have a little fun with sheep jokes...)
Anyways, shaky finger at you dear Soldier, I have revealed to you and I am watching carefully what you do.
Obviously we can assume that you don’t not believe me or that I am hiding something. But from what I told you, I can deduce the following from your decision to respond publicly.
1. You are either trying to pressure me into revealing more about myself. (sorry buddy you should know that a public accusation won’t move me, when I am an innocent I am a good innocent and I will die like a good innocent. Furthermore I have told you all I can tell you, you can’t pressure me into revealing anything else is there is nothing else to reveal.)
2. You are a killer. You realise that my role might be a threat to you. If you are a killer, you wouldn’t try to kill me at night because who knows who I might have told about myself / my communication with you. Too much of a risk. But perhaps you believe you might have a chance to lynch me.
Anyways, shaky finger at you dear Soldier, I have revealed to you and I am watching carefully what you do.
Obviously we can assume that you don’t not believe me or that I am hiding something. But from what I told you, I can deduce the following from your decision to respond publicly.
1. You are either trying to pressure me into revealing more about myself. (sorry buddy you should know that a public accusation won’t move me, when I am an innocent I am a good innocent and I will die like a good innocent. Furthermore I have told you all I can tell you, you can’t pressure me into revealing anything else is there is nothing else to reveal.)
2. You are a killer. You realise that my role might be a threat to you. If you are a killer, you wouldn’t try to kill me at night because who knows who I might have told about myself / my communication with you. Too much of a risk. But perhaps you believe you might have a chance to lynch me.
If I was a killer, I wouldn't be coming after you like this. Why go for a harder target than necessary?This is about me trying to catch the killers, and about you having a not-entirely-plausible cover story.
Do we get to know my alignment, lightfang?
Of course, my dear Herbalist. You were indeed innocent. The official history has been amended in light of this information.
