Mafia Game: Monty Python and the Holy Grail (GAME THREAD)

Round ends in less than two hours. Last chance to get your night actions in.

Beginning write-up.
 
This is gonna be hilarious!

2HoS and Rule #1: Anyone who thinks that this write up won't be funny
 
Can I get an answer for my bloody PM? It will help me answer the questions three and cross the bridge of death.
 
NIGHT ONE


Sir Robin's minstrel (Seon) was traveling alone in the forest of Ewing, singing to himself.


Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken;
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away;
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen--


But the poor minstrel could not finish his song. Apparently, something decided that it would be lovely to munch on his head. Out of nowhere, Seon's attacker came and made quick work of him. Seon could barely see what was happening, as the attack seemed to come from all directions. Chunks were torn out of his flesh, and the poor man was bleeding from every known orifice, and from some he didn't even know he had. He decided to beat a very brave retreat, but to no avail... as he started to run, his ankles were torn to pieces and he fell flat on his face. He tried to crawl on his hands and knees to get away, but this only made the situation worse as his entire intestinal tract was torn out of his hindquarters. How very painful! Very shortly the poor fool was decapitated in a flash of teeth and claws. What little remained of his body was never found. Now, Brave Sir Robin would have to travel alone, without his trusty band of minstrels.... And there was much rejoicing!


....yay....


Seon is dead.


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Cubsfan6506 was just hanging around, reminiscing about the good old days when he used to laugh and sing and dance in Camelot, and meet all the beautiful girls from the Castle Anthrax. Now he had to answer to the old ball and chain... ugh. He wasn't going anywhere at all, because he was a bit tied down. Every day was the same old routine... they would chain him to the wall for twelve hours, and then feed him whatever rat they found in the dungeon, and then turn him upside-down and let him hang there in chains for the next twelve hours, and then do it again. Ahhh... the life of a dungeon-dweller. At least it was better than how the Romans treated their prisoners. Nice people though, those Romans... fantastic. Crucifixion was the best thing they ever did for anyone. Cubsfan6506 often wished he had gotten off easy and received a crucifixion sentence.

After hanging comfortably upside-down for nearly 10 hours, Cubsfan6506 was feeling quite comfortable and relaxed. The wide grin on his face was interrupted when the stone wall of the dungeon came crumbling down, or from his perspective, up. In the dark of the night, and with only a few sputtering torches providing light, a large figure approached Cubsfan6506. As he looked up (down) at the strange-looking visitor, he smiled a wide nearly-toothless grin. This was no intruder, no... this was a new companion! Perhaps even a rescuer. What wondrous adventures he would have with his new friend. What places they would see... what joyous things they would do. Oh, and the heavenly aroma that was emanating from this new friend... it was indescribably wonderful. Heck, anything smelled better than the rotting corpse he was hanging next to. Cubsfan lifted his restrained arm as best he could, and waved a hearty hello.

Compared to what he had gone through over the past thirty years, one might imagine that what happened next was almost merciful. The emaciated man was torn off of the wall with one powerful motion, tearing his limbs completely out of their sockets, still chained up and hanging disembodied.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.....

Cubsfan6506 is dead.


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Taillesskangaru, clad in the finest Green armour, wandered through the forest seeking out his hated rivals, such as the Black Knight. But some others plagued his mind even more than the Black Knight... unseen... invisible.... hiding among good, decent men. They looked like men but they were not. They smelled like foul beasts.... beasts that didn't belong in England. But today, the Green Knight would face an even more ruthless foe.

The snap of a twig alerted the Green Knight to the presence of another... perhaps a group of them. Without further warning, they attacked him on all sides. His sword was useless against them.... they were too powerful... too strong. He swung his mighty mace... but to no avail. Finally, he pulled out his axe and tried to cut them down to size... and this also had no effect.

Their reply was devastating. It caused his face to bleed and his eyes to roll out of his skull... it caused a total loss of bowel control, and it also caused genital warts. Indeed, he was suddenly covered with a terrible rash, and his earlobes melted. The joints of his body became solid bone, and his skin turned into a putrid black slime. All manner of terrible things were inflicted upon him, including the dreaded wet willy and a severe wedgie. The continued onslaught left his head spinning... the Green Knight could bear it no longer, and shoved his own sword through his head. But even this would not stop the torment.... until his brain finally exploded, and chunks blew out his nose.

Taillesskangaru is dead.


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ALIVE: (26/30)

civplayah
Nictel
Catharsis
Double A
choxorn
Pinman
Paulus III
kill fire
Snerk
cindle
TheLastOne36
Sprig
CCRunner
Camikaze
oyzar
hell hound
Izipo
Backwards Logic
Sithlord447
Winston Hughes
Stuck in Pi
Renata
rhawn
Love
CivGeneral
ZPV

Lynched: (1/30)

plarq

Murdered: (3/30)

Seon
cubsfan6506
taillesskangaru




Camelot

Calm down... it's only a model.

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Day Two begins now. Your night action results, if any, will be out shortly. Day will last 24 hours if everyone has voted, or 48 if everyone has not voted.
 
"Vote: Catharsis, I gave the horrible french a perfect excuse to kill you yet they didn't. Why I hear the others ask? It is because he is one!" (That and my attack on him wasn't successful)
 
All night results have been sent out. If you did not receive yours, send me a private message.
 
Wait, I can still give opinion on who to be lynched. Right?
 
Of course.

The rule is that you simply cannot reveal something that isn't already public knowledge, besides your personal opinion on who should be lynched.
 
Honestly, the problem with this situation is that I honestly dont trust sprig at all.

He could be trying to get lynched again. ( Incidently, note that there is no -Ni- in his previous post, thus conclusively showing that for some reason or other his previous actions implied a deathwish, or poor play for an innocent)

Who knows:crazyeye:
 
*small ghostly voice*

Oyzar for being a dasterdly... Dasterd
 
Honestly, the problem with this situation is that I honestly dont trust sprig at all.

He could be trying to get lynched again. ( Incidently, note that there is no -Ni- in his previous post, thus conclusively showing that for some reason or other his previous actions implied a deathwish, or poor play for an innocent)

Who knows:crazyeye:

"Who knows what a new day brings."

"Incidentally, It interesting to see there was 3 deaths, a rather lot, expecially if you take into account my previous post."
 
Gentlemen, tell me. Did anyone happen to kill a Red Spy Witch on the way here?
 
What? No vigilante hit on sprig? Insomnia at two o'clock in the morning, with no reward. I'm disappointed.
 
What? No vigilante hit on sprig? Insomnia at two o'clock in the morning, with no reward. I'm disappointed.

"Pfft, You would have been a better target, besides i would beat the crap out of anyone who would have tried to kill me at night. It seems that, wisely they have understood their peril."
 
Now, now, let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.
 
Ghost Comment: You dastardly lot! You better catch the mafia fast or I'll haunt you until you all go nuts and say Ni and have to kill yourselves. Choxorn's a good bet. He always kill me.
 
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