Mini 1875: Pine's Death Trap Post Game - Town win!
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... I was hoping for more, but you did respond, so I'll UNVOTE: you now.In post 627, Transcend wrote:
Bc ur scummyIn post 625, Rautherdir wrote:
It's 'why you were voting me' now but I would still like to know.In post 552, Rautherdir wrote:Please respond. I would actually like to know why you are voting me.
VOTE: Transcend
I'd like Akarin to post a bit more before I put my reads list up.-
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In post 652, Rautherdir wrote:
... I was hoping for more, but you did respond, so I'll UNVOTE: you now.In post 627, Transcend wrote:
Bc ur scummyIn post 625, Rautherdir wrote:
It's 'why you were voting me' now but I would still like to know.In post 552, Rautherdir wrote:Please respond. I would actually like to know why you are voting me.
VOTE: Transcend
I'd like Akarin to post a bit more before I put my reads list up.In post 644, Transcend wrote:-
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Please bold requests. Working on a VC now.
I have been pretty regularly targeting VCs for midday and midnight (EST) give or take an hour or two. Do you need them more frequently? The votes are not actually moving as fast as the group seems to think.
*pats the puppy*"Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
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In post 655, Transcend wrote:Sowwy.In fact, only three votes have changed since the last VC, one of them yours. Another was an unvote.
"Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
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Not as scummy as Gerry/Rauth/YouIn post 651, Vifam wrote:@JarJar whats your read on Grendal now-
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The hours pass eventfully, with many accusations thrown and desperation growing. Each of you can feel a crawling, vaguely burning sensation in your extremities, a sure sign that Pine's Pick Me up is working to achieve its fatal effect.
The arguing and backbiting reaches a fever pitch, and the crowd begins shoving. Some cower in the corner, trying to look small and unthreatening. Others begin grabbing, frantically trying to make sure that someone, anyone, other than themselves is sacrificed to the evil plotter's twisted designs. Finally the scuffle reaches a crescendo, and Gerryoat is thrown forward. As the wickedly sharp tines of the great iron door prod at his back, Gerryoat raises a hand, preparing to scream out a warning. Too late, Vifam barrels into the poor victim without heeding his final plea, impaling him upon the barbs.
Gerryoat twitches pathetically, like a fish on the hook, raising again his outstretched hand. The only sound that escapes is a sickening death rattle, and the light fades from his eyes. A shining golden shield tumbles from his hand as it falls limp by his side.
Gerryoat has died, impaled upon a barbed iron door. He was a.Town Cop
Oh, goody! I was hoping it wouldn't take you too long to divest yourselves of that pestilential do-gooder. Very well, I shall release the door, and you are one step closer to your salvation. Think not that this shall be your only loss on the way, my friends!
The door swings slowly open, leaving a thick trail of Gerryoat's blood as his feet trail along the floor. Cautiously, you all file through the door, stepping out onto a long catwalk, high above a shadowed floor. As soon as the last of you step out onto the catwalk, the overhead lights suddenly switch off with an ominous, hollow sound."Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
Act 3, Scene 1 ofJulius Caesar, by W. Shakespeare
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