scherbchen
well that can´t be good
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yes on the runekeeper, but I want to save the brujha now just out of spite!
Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)
- Thread starter Niklas
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Tasslehoff
Kender
[I didn't know the dead frost speaker could fight...
]
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Oh... I'de fight... but Frozen the Brujah seems to want to fight... Frozen Vs. Illusionist
Chandrasekhar
Determined
"Eidolon versus Brujah sounds fine to me."
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
What the hell, a fight between brothers ? There's no honor in that.
Damn you, marks ! I killed one of your numbers and will hunt the last one to the end !
Damn you, marks ! I killed one of your numbers and will hunt the last one to the end !
{ OOC: MooseWarrior has told me he will not be able to continue the game due to his continued computer problems. Catharsis will be taking over the Berserker. That is all, carry on. }
The shame of it all! It's almost like Niklas doesn't want the immortal CCRunner back again 
Catharsis
catch u on the flip scythe
BLEEEEEE
gnarrrr fneh fneh
This cacophonous chorus of confusion signals the awakening of the Berserker, the feared Moose Warrior. He had gone into hibernation for a while, his drunken delusion of moose-hood getting the better of him once again. (Having never actually met a moose, he assumes that they hibernate because he likes to sleep. He also assumes that they drink copious amounts of foul-smelling liquor and collect axes.)
Seeing that he is being called upon to do something, he attempts to place a vote, but it is no good. His arms jolt and spasm around wildly, in a manner that surely would have resulted in the decapitation of some crowd members were his axe in his hand, and not safely tucked away in his loincloth, and his mouth's attempts to form coherent sentences merely result in more irritating noises like the ones above.
Frowning menacingly at this development, the Illian reaches into his werewolf-skin sporran (or as it is currently daytime, his human-skin sporran) and removes from it a jar of 'Calminax' anti-berserk capsules. In an attempt to temporarily cure his malady, however, he unintentionally jabs a capsule into his eye. This sets him off on another furious rant, and his legs join in, running him around in ever-decreasing circles until he is merely spinning on the spot, 'BLEEEE'-ing all the while.
But such is life. The voting shall have to wait until later.
gnarrrr fneh fneh
This cacophonous chorus of confusion signals the awakening of the Berserker, the feared Moose Warrior. He had gone into hibernation for a while, his drunken delusion of moose-hood getting the better of him once again. (Having never actually met a moose, he assumes that they hibernate because he likes to sleep. He also assumes that they drink copious amounts of foul-smelling liquor and collect axes.)
Seeing that he is being called upon to do something, he attempts to place a vote, but it is no good. His arms jolt and spasm around wildly, in a manner that surely would have resulted in the decapitation of some crowd members were his axe in his hand, and not safely tucked away in his loincloth, and his mouth's attempts to form coherent sentences merely result in more irritating noises like the ones above.
Frowning menacingly at this development, the Illian reaches into his werewolf-skin sporran (or as it is currently daytime, his human-skin sporran) and removes from it a jar of 'Calminax' anti-berserk capsules. In an attempt to temporarily cure his malady, however, he unintentionally jabs a capsule into his eye. This sets him off on another furious rant, and his legs join in, running him around in ever-decreasing circles until he is merely spinning on the spot, 'BLEEEE'-ing all the while.
But such is life. The voting shall have to wait until later.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
I shall be away for today.
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
Would the Courtesan like to fight while she's away 
{OOC : sorry, I just couldn't resist. Take this as the harmless fun it is.}
{OOC : sorry, I just couldn't resist. Take this as the harmless fun it is.}
Midday, Day 14
It was the 7th day of the 2nd week of the contest. 40 contestants had become 15, and would become 14 come evening. Some superstitious members of the audience expected this to be a dark omen of sorts, the day that the number of contestants left would equal the day itself, and braced for the inevitable disaster. Some other members of the audience took advantage of the situation to sell disaster insurances, quite a risk-free venture since if disaster truly struck, chances are that either the seller or the buyer would be dead anyway.
Despite the purported importance of the upcoming fight, the remaining contestants seemed to pay it little heed. No bets were cast come midday, but on the other hand it was almost a majority that had so far taken an interest in the fight to come the following morning. The Brujah and the Eidolon were the current favorites for the battle, though as always the margins were small. With so few contestants left, it was likely that many started casting furtive glances at the scoreboard. The Beastmaster had a lead that was by no means comfortable, with the Lizardman the next living contestant a few hundred points back, and the Pirate equally long behind the Lizardman. There were still marks to catch though, so big shifts could still happen, but it was clear that every vote now mattered.
Current betting odds: Dragonslayer vs Divided Soul: N/A
Current Vote Tally:
Brujah : 3.31 (1st voter: Beastmaster ; 2nd voter: Brujah )
Eidolon : 3.3 (1st voter: Eidolon ; 2nd voter: Luonnotar )
Runekeeper : 2
Courtesan : 1
Illusionist : 0
Current Vote Breakdown:
Spoiler :
Just over 22 hours until evening post.
Combatants, send in your battle ideas to LightFang!
All contestants, keep betting and voting!
scherbchen
well that can´t be good
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20 on the slayer of dragons. pitty he doesn't have to fight a dragon, eh?
Frozen In Ice
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(Niklas I think you missed thomas.berubeg's votes)
{ OOC: I did miss thomas' votes yes. Including Renata's vote and ZPV's switch, that now means Brujah 4.31, Eidolon 4.3, Illusionist 4.1, Runekeeper 2, Courtesan 1. }
Catharsis
catch u on the flip scythe
Having become dizzy and nauseous with spinning, the Moose Warrior decides to have another crack at the Calminax. After slapping his own head for a bit until the capsule egressed from his tearduct, he then proceeds to place it, rather haphazardly, in the middle of his left hand, while scanning the room for something. After a while, he catches sight of the Courtesan, and the sheer bully-repelling SEXINESS of the combat-prozzie causes his tongue to loll out instinctively. Sensing this, he then smashes himself in the mouth. This results in the loss of several teeth, but more importantly, the insertion of the errant relaxant capsule into his oesophagus.
...whew. Oh my.
He removes a pipe from his loincloth and begins to puff on it thoughtfully, eying up his bloodstained teeth on the ground.
A most ungainly process, but I do prefer it to the suppository variety.
Ah, I seem to be the lowest-scoring living player on the board. Infernal hibernation, it does make a loser of us all. I must attempt to remedy that, of course, but I find myself in unfamiliar surroundings - a true gentleman's bet is a handshake agreement between two men of courage and coin on the outcome of a noble pursuit, such as the historic frostling race. Perhaps a bet of 30 gold on the Dragonslayer, Izipo is acceptable?
Now I have no leads, you must understand. It is the Arawn-thrice-damned sleep again. But I have heard that the Vulpine mark has been completely eliminated, is that right? So one mark team alone controls half of this elephantine fracas, and they seek to eliminate those who would pose a threat to them. So I wonder, perhaps, what combat ability these warriors possess that makes them the stuff of nightmares for our secretive antagonists? Shaman, Eidolon, Assassin, Beastmaster, Divided Soul and Dragonslayer, a shopping list to make any mark quake. But what is the connection? I do not know, for I have no leads.
But a gentleman must be ready to make his word known, whether or not it is worth anything, and so I will follow my hunches where they lead me. Luonnatar Chandrasekhar versus Satyr scherbchen please, and I will watch this battle with great interest. Do not be alarmed if I seem over-eager, whatever battle is chosen, for the drug that is my mistress does not stay around me for long, like any lady who wishes to maintain an air of mystery about her fair person.
...whew. Oh my.
He removes a pipe from his loincloth and begins to puff on it thoughtfully, eying up his bloodstained teeth on the ground.
A most ungainly process, but I do prefer it to the suppository variety.
Ah, I seem to be the lowest-scoring living player on the board. Infernal hibernation, it does make a loser of us all. I must attempt to remedy that, of course, but I find myself in unfamiliar surroundings - a true gentleman's bet is a handshake agreement between two men of courage and coin on the outcome of a noble pursuit, such as the historic frostling race. Perhaps a bet of 30 gold on the Dragonslayer, Izipo is acceptable?
Now I have no leads, you must understand. It is the Arawn-thrice-damned sleep again. But I have heard that the Vulpine mark has been completely eliminated, is that right? So one mark team alone controls half of this elephantine fracas, and they seek to eliminate those who would pose a threat to them. So I wonder, perhaps, what combat ability these warriors possess that makes them the stuff of nightmares for our secretive antagonists? Shaman, Eidolon, Assassin, Beastmaster, Divided Soul and Dragonslayer, a shopping list to make any mark quake. But what is the connection? I do not know, for I have no leads.
But a gentleman must be ready to make his word known, whether or not it is worth anything, and so I will follow my hunches where they lead me. Luonnatar Chandrasekhar versus Satyr scherbchen please, and I will watch this battle with great interest. Do not be alarmed if I seem over-eager, whatever battle is chosen, for the drug that is my mistress does not stay around me for long, like any lady who wishes to maintain an air of mystery about her fair person.
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