m-NotWIII: A Game of Thrones--Game Thread

"The Shepherd wishes that the Bartender keep his mind out of the gutter, if you insinuate anything foul again, there might be repercussions. Lambs are soft and cuddly that is all. A nice little cuddle helps me relax. You got a problem with that?"
 
The Retired Soldier is fully inebriated once more, and is staggering about the place attempting to shake people by the hand.

V-voste for me. I'll make a s-smashing m-mayor. Needs a m-man with m-m-militry exshpeereeansh for a j-job like thish; a s-straight t-talker, not some f-fancy d-d-d-duke.

Pausing only to vomit on the Priest's shoes, the Retired Soldier then trips over his own feet and collapses in an undignified heap on the ground.
 
P.S. I will make fun of you if you haven't at least posted in the game thread. Just warning you!
 
Update 2

The idea of being a bona fide mayor appealed to most of the town. Quite a lot of self-votes were made, and empty promises filled the air, only to be promptly broken as the candidates lost momentum. The town was back in its element, in other words, and for a day the fact that the king was dead almost didn't bother anyone. It was weird that he wasn't around to laugh heartily or half-joke about half-baked schemes that always fully-worked somehow, but the electoral day spirit was in the air.

It soon came to a race between the Duke choxorn and the Retired Soldier Winston Hughes. choxorn was sharp and almost immaculate, while Winston was inebriated and filthier than the Ankh River. It was almost like a sitcom, except that obviously sitcoms didn't exist back then. Narrowly, Duke choxorn won the vote. He was immediately pressed to make an Election Day Speech.

"Thanks," he said, and flashed a traditional Bannor victory sign. It was, as far as speeches went, sweet.

The party, post-party, and after-party lasted quite a long time into the night, but eventually Traum had to get some rest.

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It is now NIGHT!
Public posting is prohibited!
Day begins Tuesday August 13th at 10:00 PM PST!

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Mayor Vote

choxorn: IIII
Winston Hughes: III
classical_hero: I
DarthCaesar: I
landlubber: I
sprig: I
Zack: I

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P.S. Ekolite, Seon, and bestrfcplayer: I've got my eye on you!
 
If you need a reserve, I'm dead in Life's a bore and the Mars Attacks! game has been put under control.
 
Update 3

The sun leapt above its mountainous blanket, shooting rays down onto the unwitting populace. Little did they know that he was slowly baking them to death with devious UV rays that would give them a higher probability of catching skin cancer. A solar flare punctuated what could have been laughter.

The sheeple in Traum woke up unaware of this dastardly plot quite literally surrounding them and tromped out to the palace courtyard, deftly and respectfully hopping over the "Restricted Area Only" rope (next to the "Restricted Area Only" sign) that slung around the palace entrance, just as they always had. The King believed in an open court policy, but he also had believed in appearances. Presumably now he was with the gods educating them about proper decorum.

Curiously late, though, was the Duke, choxorn. Usually he had been one of the first ones up and about the court, scurrying to and fro like somebody who was just pretending to get official business done by looking busy, achieving that effect by pacing rapidly like somebody actually trying to get business done. His brilliant mind routinely handled such layers of deception and intrigue with ease, explaining why he was one of the few members of the nobility around.

Deciding to assume that he had been killed rather than decided to sleep in, the mob oozed its way across to his dukedom, which was his house. The door, having been left ajar, invited the snoopers inside with its enticing promise of invasion of privacy, and the crowd complied. Some quickly wished they hadn't though, because choxorn's mangled body was slumped in his study. It looked like his head had been beaten in by his official Trophy of Dukeness.

Spoiler :
choxorn was innocent!


Among his possessions, one of the most interesting was an ornamental sword. The town decided to vote on who would receive this item, as well as who would next lead the town as a mayor.

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It is now DAY!
Lynch votes in bold!
Mayor votes in bolded blue!
Ornamental sword votes in bolded red!

Day ends August 16, at 10:00 PM.

Notes
-sprig, be patient! :p I say 10:00 PM but I also need to write the update out, my friend. Also this gives me leeway. I like leeway.
-The inactive trio whom I pointed out the last day cycle will be subject to further humiliation possibly ending in removal from the game should they not post. Unfortunately at this time I only have one reserve though, so I highly recommend that you post.
 
"Aha, I knew this would happen to the poor duke that why I did not want him to become mayor. i feared that it would be short lived... for years I had spied on him from afar, he was like a part of my flock but not of the Ovis aries variety. Even now, despite having his head bashed in, I want to hold him in my arms to get the cuddles that I never received!"

"And also, Alas, I have terrible news, my flock that are of the Ovis aries variety have run away, perhaps they have sensed the danger that is present but I think that they also lost their respect for their master for someone has stolen my staff. My lovely staff which I use to herd my lovely little lambs, my staff of which I used to hold them in place while I did my business. (that's shearing the sheep for those with dirty minds, I am looking at you Bartender)"

"I want my staff back !!! and I want it now !!! I don't care about some stupid fancy sword or who is going to be mayor, I just want my staff. And if I don't get it, don't think for a second that there will be any more lamb for dinner, nor think that there will be any wool to keep you warm, nor will there be any late night excursions for those that are lonely. So who ever has it best return it pronto !!!"

(OOC: Light, I can't help but be impatient when write ups are as cool as yours.)
 
Of course. I join this game at the last minute, get a role that kind of sucks, and then I die on night 1 anyway. :lol::crazyeye:
 
*The Dead Body of the Duke resumes being dead to appease sprig*
 
choxorn, let's not talk about roles until the game is over. I mean it!

P.S. Don't blame me, blame the random number generator!
 
Oh. Oh dear.

I just had a horrible thought.

What if it's not just the killer being jealous of our new mayor... what if the killer is crazy or something and ALLWAYS has to go after the elected leader untill THEY are voted into power on which time they can target whoever they like...

It's a horrible crazy thought but i don't do complicated questions like "What is the meaning of life?". I'm a pious Carpenter and i deal with logic and practical problems and right now i'm worried about our next mayor...

Thus i vote Winston Hughes, The Retired soilder, as he was the only candidate that didn't vote for themselves but was pushed into it by another (classical hero). Probably best person to put in charge just in case. As a old soilder he should be able to fight off any attack... as long as we sober him up...

Seon is lurking... which is even worse as he's the blacksmith! Probably the best person to get the sword and they arn't here.

In liue of the blacksmith, i vote the sword to Winston Hughes... so he may better survive the night! May Junil watch over you!
 
It looks like the position of mayor is a poisoned chalice, so someone else can have it, since I want to live. Winston Hughes can have the sword, since he knows how to use it and hopefully properly.
 
I Vote for Me to get the sword. Also if someone votes the sword to me I will vote for them to be mayor. Deal? And also I Abstain from the lynch vote for now.
 
Unsurprisingly, the Retired Soldier begins this morning as he begins every morning: disasterously hung over. Nevertheless, having swiftly ordered his customary bottle of whatever-he-was-drinking-the-night-before, he gets down to the serious business of the day.

Looks like the villains aren't keen on us having any kind of leadership here. Well, I'm still not scared to take the job of Mayor, but only if I get that sword as well.

Now, I wonder where I left my trousers last night... Meh. They'll show up. And it's a nice breeze anyway. Bartender! I'll have another one of the same, if you'd be so kind...
 
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