Weather Mafia II (GAME OVER)

[Benmage]

Lol. After Poro flips. And its 6-1 tomorrow. (Assuming I'm in the living)

And we mislynch two days in a row, and 2 nks go off. You have Every right to lynch me in a 3 person lylo. For I deserve the loss.

[Benmage]

I'll weigh my options tonight anyways. I liked RB with 1-1 remaining because if two kills went off I confirmed a (questionable)townie. Likewise if I stopped one I felt/feel strongly that it was on scum.

[Tierce]

...if you should've learned anything about me by now, it's that I overthink stuff like crazy. I'm trying to make the pieces fit, and I'm not used to being alive this far into the game. I'm used to D1-N3 kiddie pools.

I tend to overthink things and become extremely paranoid too, just because I've played alot of games with DGB and SpyreX.

Then I stop thinking and start screaming.

The other day I read that uPick in which SpyreX claimed cop and cleared Seraphim (town) and his partner (kdowns) and went on to endgame you

Tony Hawk harr harr

.

I read too many games and then get traumatized by proxy. ;_;

[kuribo]

That game came back to bite me in Red Dead Redemption Mafia because it was the game that caused MoI to NK me when he replaced into the game.

Also, THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME ABOUT THAT TONY HAWK THING


HEY SCOTT BROSIUS IF YOU EVER READ THIS, I JUST WANNA SAY SCREW YOU AGAIN

[kuribo]

Also, I don't recall if I mentioned it at the time, but I didn't actually read anything that happened in that game before I replaced in.

I've gotten better about not catching up, since I have like a 1-4 record in games where I don't read the previous days. And that one win was the scum win in Rolling in the Deep. I didn't have to read the game because everyone knew I was scum anyway.

[Tierce]

I read

ALL

the things.

No, really.

Okay, maybe not all the things, but I do

stalk

trawl completed games a lot and can

creep

reminisce with several people and good grief Purim and Tony Hawk and bahahaha.

[Shadoweh]

On a completely different note and I am terribly sorry for this but
My computers are locked iin my house as part of a police investigation so I am going to be V/LA for at least 2 Days. I'm likely to be around from other people's computers but for some reason I might not be concentrating on the game. >_>

[Thestatusquo]

ITT: Shadoweh reveals he is kim dotcom...

Seriously, though, hope everything works out for you.

[Amrun]

Eek, good luck with that, Shadoweh.

[Glork]

Vote Count 5.4

Porochaz 3 (Benmage, Untrod Tripod, Tierce)
Amrun 2 (Thestatusquo, Porochaz)
Untrod Tripod 1 (Shadoweh)

Not voting: 3 (DrippingGoofball, kuribo, Amrun)

9 alive, 5 to lynch. Deadline is Thursday, April 26, 12:15am EDT.
Shadoweh's V/LA has been noted.

[DrippingGoofball]

Claim: I'm the Darkness and I can hide under certain weather conditions.

What's the thing with R2D2?

[DrippingGoofball]

Oh and I couldn't hide yesterday so no mystery there.

[Benmage]

Goodnews for shadoweh.

Let the muthafucka burn.

Moar Poro votes.

[Benmage]

DGB I roleblocked Poro.

Vote please.

[Shadoweh]

Luckily I'm not the one under investigation so it should(?) clear itself up.
The only person left to be R2D2 is Yos, did Yos crumb anything like this?

[Tierce]

Good luck, Shadoweh!

Who did you hide behind on previous nights, DGB?

And I agree--let's hoist Poro.

[Thestatusquo]

Um. The darkness? Is that some sort of character I've never heard of? Role name doesn't seem to fit with any of the others, if it isn't. How sure are we on cops sanity? Could be weather dependent, we don't know. Furthermore, don't like the claim, though I suppose its testable in a round a bout way.

Poro is clearly the play today but I want to look into dgb a little more in depth tomorrow as well as amrun, for obvious reasons.

vote: poro

[DrippingGoofball]

Good luck, Shadoweh!

Who did you hide behind on previous nights, DGB?

And I agree--let's hoist Poro.

I forgot to use my action the only night I could have used it.
VOTE: Porochaz

[DrippingGoofball]

Um. The darkness? Is that some sort of character I've never heard of?

It's some sort of anime. I'm 47.

[Glork]

Vote Count 5.5

Porochaz 5 (Benmage, Untrod Tripod, Tierce, Thestatusquo, DrippingGoofball)
Amrun 1 (Porochaz)
Untrod Tripod 1 (Shadoweh)

Not voting: 2 (kuribo, Amrun)

9 alive, 5 to lynch. Deadline is Thursday, April 26, 12:15am EDT.
Shadoweh's V/LA has been noted.

[Glork]

The Antiglork

As the day wound down, Glork found it difficult to concentrate. His efforts to draw out mith had begun to take their toll. Glork grew more weary more quickly. His face was more sullen, his voice horase. He was constantly distracted. He'd completely forgotten about Keira getting stuck that morning. Fortunately, Ether's experience with her own vacuum arm had proven invaluable in that regards. But none of that mattered.

Glork knew he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He could feel it on the stiff northerly wind. Something big was about to happen.

"And that's a lynch! Glork, get your lazy ass over here!"

"Huh? What? Oh. Right."

Glork walked up to the old tree, where Porochaz was fitted with the noose and standing on a chair. In one swift motion, Glork snatched the necklace off of Porochaz's neck and yanked the chair out from under the condemned man's feet. Glork's eyes narrowed, and he flashed the remaining eight guests a sinister grin.

"Porochaz was Chicken Little. Though his heart was small and weak and cowardly, it was nonetheless very pure. Be gone. I shall send for you in the morning, assuming you survive the night."

The guests left the courtyard, and Glork plopped down on the chair.

"I don't like this," Ether said. "You're plotting something."

"Plot? Me? Never. But I know something's going to happen. Keira, how is that search of recent mith loyalists coming along? It's been, what, two days? You must have some results for me."

"Yes, Gaspar. There are two individuals who might lead us to mith. One is a woman who goes by DarlaBlueEyes. She was recently spotted at the 2011 Scummies ceremony, where she stabbed some crew members and attacked mith. She may still be seeking him out."

"No, I heard she got detained. She's probably been blasted into a billion tiny pieces. Who else do you have?"

"The other is described as a 'raving luantic.' A man by the moniker scotmany12. Intelligence indicates that he has been spotted in several locations over the last few months claiming to have a glorking gun and calling himself 'the Antiglork.'"

Glork shrugged. "It's not much, but it could be worth checking out. Where is scot now?"

"I don't know, Gaspar. He disappeared again a few weeks ago."

"Ether?"

Ether remained silent, but shook her head.

"We're close. I can feel it. Let's get to bed. Don't want to be up too late."

Glork stood and looked up at Porochaz's body gently swaying in the breeze, like the pendulum of a clock -- one which ticked away, bringing Glork ever closer to his fate. He smiled and followed the other two inside.

Seconds later, the shadowy figures who tidied up Glork's manor courtyard every night set to work. They hummed and sang as they labored, upbeat and dedicated. So focused were these workers, they never heard a new intruder sweep into the courtyard, bringing untimely death.

Porochaz (Chicken Little, Organic, Town Cloud-Covered Doomsayer) -- Lynched Day Five

It is now Night Five. Night actions are due by Tuesday, April 17, at 12:15am EDT.

Weather Forecast:

Night Five - Night


Day Six - Snowy


Night Six - Rainy

[Glork]

Dungeons and Dragons

"Glork, wake up. We have to go. We're not gonna start on time if you don't get up now."

Bleary-eyed, Glork swatted at the hand shaking his shoulder. He sat upright, rubbed his face, and turned to face...

"Quadz? The hell are you doing here?"

"No time to explain. Glork, we HAVE to go. Follow me."

Quadz led Glork through a long and twisting hallway that Glork didn't remember being a part of his manor. Wooden floors gave way to stone, and Quadz raced down a spiral staircase eerily reminiscent of a dungeon.

I have a dungeon? How could I forget this?

Glork shook his head, as if to clear the lingering haze inside. He slipped, and tumbled down the last few stairs.

"Quit fooling around. HURRY!"

Glork scrambled to his feet and looked around. He was definitely in a dungeon of some kind. There were two cells in the back of the dank, smelly room. One was empty, the other occupied by a ragged, blonde-haired person. He... she? It... was swathed in a rough, burlap blanket and huddled in the corner.

Along the left wall, Glork spotted a full bar. It was a thing of beauty, really. Glork wondered how he hadn't ever found it before. The man standing behind the bar winked and flashed Glork a wide grin.

"Hey, slugger. Care for a drink?"

"K-Kison? When did you get here? How did you get here?"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is we're here, we have alcohol, and the dragon has been slain. It's time to celebrate!"

Dragon... Glork racked his brain. Was this something he forgot from years ago? Or did this happen when everyone seemed to skip around in time for three months?

"But be wary," Kison continued, "for the armies of the Grey Lord are always close by. His minions stalk the lands. They see and hear everything. But, Glork, the tables are turning. We have captured one of the Grey Lord's minions and are holding her here."

Glork turned back to the prisonner. Yes, yes. They would interrogate the prisonner and find out more about the Grey Lord. But first, it was time to celebrate. For the dragon was...

...what am I DOING?

"Where's Ether? Where's Keira?"

"They're away. We need you to focus on the task at hand. Quickly, take this flask and drink its contents. Hurry. Drink. It will help you."

Glork accepted a small, black flask from Kison and took a long swig from it. Its contents burned like fire, but he did feel more alert.

"So, talk to me. What's going on?"

"We're trying to decide what to do for dinner. Quadz wants Mexican, but I'd prefer a nice grilled anteloupe. What's your fancy?"

"I want blood."

Kison frowned. "Oh, no. Quadz, we have a problem."

Glork looked back and forth between his two friends. Neither of them looked pleased.

"Guys, I don't want blood. I want

blood

. I'm not... I mean, it's not like I'm some vampire or something. I just meant, I want to--"

"That's enough out of you," Quadz cut him off. "Kison, hit him with the banhammer."

"I'm sorry it had to be this way."

A massive, jeweled hammer materialized in Kison's hand. With the utmost of ease, the man reared back and swung it at Glork's face.

I regret nothing.

Everything went black.

---

"Glork, wake up. We have to go. We're not gonna start on time if you don't get up now."

"I'm not dead?"

Ether stared at him. "What? No. And neither is anybody else. But they're already done with breakfast and anxious to get started. You overslept."

Nobody died Night Five. It is now Day Six. With 8 alive, it takes 5 to lynch. Deadline is Tuesday, May 1, at 1:00am EDT.

Weather Forecast:

Day Six - Snowy


Night Six - Rainy


Day Seven - Blizzard

[Amrun]

VOTE: Tierce

She's not organic, but that's to be expected.

But dear God, what is going on with this set-up?

[Untrod Tripod]

want to hear kuribo's results

[Tierce]

And others. Claim results for last night, please.