Mini 1875: Pine's Death Trap Post Game - Town win!
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It doesn't take the group very long to decide at all, and while he fights valiantly against their efforts, the rabble quickly decides to kill Gin. Two of you grab his arms and pin him to the wall, while nancy grabs the gun and raises it to finish the job. "No!" cries the prisoner, bucking free of the restraining arms. "I am invincible! The cure will be mine!" Diving at nancy, he wrestles the revolver away from her and rolls away, brandishing it wildly. "Back! Stay...stay back!" The group quails away from the maddened Gin, who ultimately starts at a sudden move and pulls the trigger.
The gun explodes, blowing off a goodly chunk of Gin's hand in the process. A rather large shard of gunmetal shrapnel rips through his neck, spraying everyone with bright red arterial blood.
TheRealGin-N-Tonic has died, killed by a backfiring revolver. He was a.Mafia Goon
How delightful! I do love a surprise ending! A pity you didn't draw the debate out more, I truly was enjoying watching him squirm.
A previously unseen trap door swings open beneath one of the ratty rugs, its absence causing a clear depression in the filthy material. A few of you drag the rug away after wiping Gin's blood out of your eyes, and the group descends into darkness once more...Last edited by Pine on Wed Mar 08, 2017 5:31 pm, edited 1 time in total."Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
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Night 3 ends in (expired on 2017-03-09 04:30:00)
Accelerated night is again available upon request.
I'll get around to updating the first post and sending out dead thread invites in the morning, it's 4:30 AM."Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
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The party emerges into a dimly-lit room after what seems like an endless climb down a rusty iron ladder. A weak night light is all that illuminates this next room, concealing what horror lies within. Hands grope in the darkness, until one of you stumbles across a light switch. To your collective surprise, it clicks on, spreading a warm, soft yellow light from several elegant fixtures on the ceiling and sconces on the wall. Blinking, you look around and take a quick head count.
To your surprise,NO ONEis missing.
You spread out, exploring the small and well-appointed room. Plush leather couches and easy chairs abound, even a small bed with fine Egyptian cotton sheets. A carved oak table braces one wall, set with all manner of food and snacks. Steam rises from a whole honey-baked ham and hot chocolate, and the cookies appear fresh from the oven. Cheese and fruit, wine and soda, bread and beer are laid out, all on a red silk tablecloth. Gilt-framed images of famous massacres and losing battles throughout history are placed evenly around the walls.
Welcome to the Halftime Rest Stop! Nothing in this room will harm you or maim you, stab you or bite you, burn you or mash you. The food isn't poisoned. Really! Eat your fill, rest up a bit, and when you're ready, we can move on.
At first, none of you are willing to take the madman at his word and try the food, but nothing else seems to be forthcoming. As the minutes tick by, you all gradually drift toward the table, the gnawing of your empty stomachs becoming too much to bear. Finally, you give in to nibbles and sip, just to test for hazard. When none of you seem in immediate peril of dropping from anything but hunger, everyone falls to and gorges themselves.
Some time later, everyone is sprawled out on the furniture nursing one last drink. One adventurous couple (who shall remain nameless) even rigged up a sheet to provide a modicum of privacy to the small bed in the corner...not that it muffled the sounds of their "relaxation" much. As the last crumbs of the cookies are licked lazily off of fingers, a chime rings out. Everyone is shaken from their repose, and the couple in the corner hastily tugs on clothing. Above the great oaken table, a slot opens, and a small golden tray slides out from the wall, bearing a single silvery pill.
Time for your reward, children! I do always like to have at least one survivor, and it's that time, kiddies! The pill on the tray before you is the antidote to the drugs I gave you, but there's only one dose. Choose among yourselves who shall have it, and that lucky individual will be released through the escape hatch cleverly hidden under the table.Last edited by Pine on Wed Mar 08, 2017 6:02 pm, edited 1 time in total."Cry havoc, and let slip the wombat of war!"
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