Oh God Jesus We're Goin' Ok Trigger - 4 (h y u g e, Makaze, al215, Mish) With 10 left alive, it takes 6 to lynch and 4 to soft-lynch. Day ends Tuesday, November 18th, 7:00 ᴘ.ᴍ. (EST).
The voice has been silent for some time now—whether hours or minutes, none can say. But the quiet and emptiness are soon filled by foul winds and eerie howls echoing from who-knows-where. After the dreadful sight they have witnessed, the townsfolk decide they are safest as a group. The priest assembles all those that will be found, and from here they ponder what to do next. The possessed are among them, masquerading as their brethren... yet they have no way of knowing who is taken over. Splitting up again will likely just lead to more deaths. And the longer the group lingers in worry, the more their need for rest becomes apparent. The father is the first to make a suggestion. They must hold debate to decide who among them is possessed, then attempt to purify the lost soul. When fatigue sets in, they shall sleep in shifts. It is not a perfect plan, but it's better than waiting to die. With no other options evident, the party buckles down and prepares to divine the evil spirits in their midst... D A Y • O N E With 12 players alive, it takes 7 to lynch and 4 to soft-lynch. Day ends Wednesday, November 19th, 7:00 ᴘ.ᴍ. (EST).
It's kind of a strange world, just historically speaking. Many clashing cultures thanks to going from hyper-isolationist to "oh god suddenly our universe is like sixty times bigger what the fuck happened." That and they seem to have an equally fervent obsession with America (with equally baffled detractors), so we're like bffs.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PSYCHOPATH Incidentally Warlord is my new favorite baddie theme
Sorry about the delay everyone! Figures I'd forget my own deadline :v Morning begins once again with the ring of a bell and the smell of a delicious feast. Mr. Perkins allows the assembled to settle into their seats with a nice, hot plate of food before he begins his spiel. "We have two developments this morning. First is a body." He turns to his left, opens a door, and out falls a grizzled-looking reverend, face stained with blood and contorted in agony. Highlandeɼ has been murdered. He was Rev. Wolfwood, an ordinary Townie. It's hard to tell if the butler is trying to gross you out or blissfully unaware of how little appetite you have after seeing such a gruesome sight. Nevertheless, undeterred by the clinking of plates and silverware, he rattles on. "The second development is an anonymous message, addressed to present company at large:" "...Quite. And that is all for this morning's news. You may begin deliberations whenever you are ready." D A Y • T W O With 10 left alive, it takes 6 to lynch and 4 to soft-lynch. Day ends Tuesday, November 18th, 7:00 ᴘ.ᴍ. (EST).
Yes and no. It's been under reclamation for some time, so it's really only as derogatory as a person makes it sound. Of course I'd argue that's true of all words at all times but that's neither here nor there
That doesn't even have a name it's the eve to an eve OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS VIDEO THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND
I'M GETTIN' TO IT Spoiler: Here it is tho Honestly I'm all over the goddamn place I had a lot of answers up in the northwest too
WHO THE KHELL SAYS ANY OF THESE FUCKING THINGS ARE YOU ALL PSYCHOTIC FUCK THIS GAY EARTH
Took you 13mins to come up with that and it's kind of a stretch even then Let's both go to sleep
I go slow so I don't hurt them
Ohhhh fuckin' got 'em correctly
He's putting in minor effort at best
... I think that's the fake hedgehog around here
I made you an avatar
You are all filthy enablers and I love u
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya Beau - 3 (Calxiyn, Spike, Mish) Mish - 2 (The Fuk?, Beau) The Fuk? - 5 (cstar, Makaze, tale_wind, Marushi, Trigger) Spike - 2 (Hyuge, al215) . . . Predictably, your first foray into debate ends with a flurry of pointed fingers so furious you'd swear someone poked their eye out. But eventually a majority emerges, resulting in less of a lynch and more of a dog-pile. The stark irony is almost palpable as the smoke clears and the first body is revealed. The Fuk? has been lynched. He was Mr. Boddy, an ordinary Townie. "Not to worry," says Mr. Perkins reassuringly, "any good mystery leaves a margin for error. You will have other chances... but for tonight, I insist that you all get some rest. Be well, and lock your doors." Without another word the party retreats to their respective rooms, each of them mindful of the butler's advice... N I G H T • O N E Night ends on Friday, November 14th, at 12:00 ᴘ.ᴍ. (EST). Daystart may be somewhat delayed. (For those with Night actions, remember to submit them in your respective Quicktopics.)
wtf I was just here cleaning out my watched threads ARE YOU SERIOUSLY STALKING ME
Much obliged bab u 3u
Quick question: Would anyone currently playing in Mr. E be willing to be demoted to replacement status for this game? We have a newcomer who wants to get in on it. @Calxiyn @Mish @Cat~ @h y u g e @al215 @Spike @Trigger
