Shadow strolls into the thread and looks around sadly.
He looks a bit disappointed that his computer is still busted.
He really wanted to play in this game.
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Shadow strolls into the thread and looks around sadly.
He looks a bit disappointed that his computer is still busted.
He really wanted to play in this game.
Willikins surveyed the lamentable state of Sir Vimes' boot soles and sighed (inwardly, of course).
"He's gone and repaired them with cardboard again, and not even the good-quality stuff - this looks like one of Mr. Dibbler's so-called 'coupons'" he commented to himself, eyeing the faded words "Twoe Fore Ye Price Offe Three!" which stared back at him from the bottom of the offending footwear.
At that moment, a movement outside caught his eye, as a Nome (Vampiric, that is) scampered across the immaculately-groomed if occasionally scorched lawn of the Sunshine Home for Sick Dragons.
"A Nome? Here? How very odd!" the butler mused to himself. Coming to a swift decision he returned to his small yet tidy quarters, and pulled an elderly suitcase from beneath the bed. He rummaged in it for a moment, and then removed a battered old cap. A passing observer might have noticed something odd about brim of the cap, which seemed heavier than it ought to be, almost as though is had, say, sharpened pennies sewn into the edge of it. Willikins took a couple of practise swings with the weapon, then grinned to himself. It had been many a year since he'd run with the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, but some skills, he'd noticed, never died... Setting the deadly cap atop his head, he returned to the pressing problem of Sir Vimes' boots.
Lord Vetinari is looking down to his city.
That's good. So much activity. I really love this town. What do you think, Sir Samuel?
((Announcment: I really forgot Helgraf, he gets Keris Rains role.
For Autolynches: If you don't vote two days in a row you will get autolynched. If I can I will reassign roles to villagers and/or newcomers. If you want to play the game please PM me, maybe we get a space for you.
Currently standings:
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{table]Aziraphale|Banjo1985|detrevnisisiht|Dr. Bath|GuessWho|Lamech|Lord Fullbladder|PhantomFox|radikalskippy|Spasticteapot |Vampiric|Whitehelm
The Bushranger|lamech|topher|Emperor Demonking|blademaster42|I'm da Rogue|Hexed|GuesssWho|Nibleswick|Banjo 1985|Chunklets|radikalskippy
||||Jontom Xire||||whitehelm|Malmagor Andrigal||
||||Mordokai||||Zombie Pixie|Phantom Fox||
||||Raiser_B1ade|||||Vampiric||[/table]
Currently on the lynching: Spasticteapot
"Cohen."
"Yeah, Willie."
"Did you see that guy who just walked past, with the hair that looked like-"
"-a bush. Yeah. What about him?"
"Doesn't he remind you of that ranger guy we met. Wossname," Boy Willie clicks his fingers, "Barrowgone?"
"Nah nah nah. It was ....Daroborn. And yeah, he did a bit. What happened to him anyway?"
"He died at the battle of Elm's heap. Not a big loss though. He didn't really stick to the code..."
((I'm not being petty. Not at all.))
Imp Y Celin walks around the city, guitar in hand, playing a single note from time to time, wondering what to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Spasticteapot a few paces away, but pays little or no attention to him as he continues to walk nonchallantly through the city.
The Bursar gleefully speeds through the halls of UU, and spots Spasticteapot out of the window as he goes. "Wheeee! Pickles! I'm swimming in pickles!"
"Yt symes es thoo tha' be of suspyscous plottery aboot. All ken what gilt has, but nonne kan GuessWho ys rysponsyble aforen it."
But Rob, we dinnae think tis one a yer brighter ideas, stealin' from the Librarian (Spasticteapot). He's bound ta know when tha' banananas go missin'. And we dinna even like bananananas! Can't we just go straight ta the fightin' part?
Nah, it'll all come right after tha stealin' part! Tis not yet time fer the fightin' part...we still have tha drinkin' part first....
But Rob!
Alright alright! We'll do tha drinkin', then the fightin', then tha stealin'....
*the voices trail off as a sudden gust of wind bangs the door open and closed again*
Hello I am Finkle Hizzlefritz, please call me Fin. I am an avvid button collector and so please feel free to give me ay buttons you may feel are worthless to you uneducated minds. Thanks for listening!
With that Finkle gets off his podium that he made out of an old kettle drum and wanders off past Haruki-kun.
A random Ankh-Morpork citizen walks to see the site of what had transpired and bumps into Gaspode(banjo) along the way, after reaching the area he proceeds to mill around looking for more bright flashes.
24 hours summary:
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{table]Aziraphale|Banjo1985|detrevnisisiht|Dr. Bath|GuessWho|Haruki-kun|Lamech|Lord Fullbladder|PhantomFox|radikalskippy|Spasticteapot|The Bushranger|Vampiric|Whitehelm
The Bushranger|lamech|topher|Emperor Demonking|blademaster42|Fin|I'm da Rogue|Hexed|GuesssWho|Nibleswick|A Rainy Knight|Dr. Bath|Chunklets|radikalskippy
|Kasz|||Helgraf|||||whitehelm|Banjo1985|||
||||Jontom Xire|||||Zombie Pixie|EmeraldRose|||
||||Mordokai||||||Haruki-kun|||
||||Raiser_B1ade||||||Malmagor Andrigal|||
||||||||||Phantom Fox|||
||||||||||Vampiric|||[/table]
Not voted till now:
Almighty Salmon
Altharis
Aziraphale
DarkCorax
detrevnisisiht
eidreff
Face of Evil
Fleeing Coward
Freshmeat_
KerfuffleMach2
Lizard Lord
Lord Fullblader, Master of Goblins
Ominous
Spasticteapot
Travelling Angel
Zeratul
(I'm probably going to end up RP'ing a canonical character anyway, so I've decided to familiarize myself a bit with the Discworld setting first.
For now: random point at Haruki-Kun)
A golem lumbers down the street looking at everyone. When it passes by the Librarian, he stops and takes out his chalkboard and writes "Spasticteapot." No one knows what the heck he's talking about.
Day has been extended a few more hours to give the thirteen players still to vote another chance.
*Points at Spasticteapot*
The Auditors stop their debate and look at the group staring at them wondering what their vote is.
Auditor one: This is a great opportunity. By voting to lynch someone, we can have the living kill themselves.
Auditor two: We're not sure that pointing at someone is allowed by the rules.
Auditor four creates some gold and hands it to a passerby. Point at DarkCorax for us.
The man eagerly takes the mass of gold coins and points at DarkCorax
Lu Tze wanders down the road... sweeping. "Oi! You, move, I need to sweep there!" He says *poking lamech* with his broom. "And don't be silly, dogs don't talk, it did say woof" winking as Gaspode.
Was this a point? Please point in red!
((Woops, I thought it was in red, edited))
Night sidled into the greasily anxious streets of the twin city and tried not to get mugged. And won.
On Short Street the infamous Mended Drum was working it's way through Ecstatic One Hundred And Fifty Minutes while Miss Dixie Va Va Voom was working her way down to the last feather. To her relief only one person was paying any attention to her. The rest of the seedy clientele was busy being unconcious or drowning their sorrows determindedly.
Well . . . there was also that rather haughty woman standing in the corner staring and looking at an old fashioned time piece. "Why she has an egg timer I don't know. Can't be cooking nothing in here." Then Dixie noticed that there was no woman in black; just a shadow.
Two feathers left now. One peacock feather and one dove feather. Dixie Va Va Voom began to relax when Spasticteapot aka The Librarian lurched onto the sticky stage bearing a bagful of peanuts. She screamed.
Morraine the Splatter loomed. The Librarian smiled serenely, well, as serenely as possible when one bares two inch long yellow fangs.[COLOR="Green"]"Oook?[COLOR] Morraines' crag suffered a minor tectonic shift as he thought, "Dere is one Rule. You hurt de per-for-mers, I hurt you. And what is dis monkey you say did it?
With that monumental philosophical breakthrough over the Splatter hit the Librarian. Such a small word hit; but that's what happened. The Librarian
went flying through the air almmost as fast as light; out the specially tempered doors and head first in Ankh-Morpork's crumbling masonry.
It then fell on top of him. Crushing his frail skull like a very frail thing crushed under a ton of rectangular building thingies. That done Morraine went back to staring into space and Miss Va Va Voom finished her dance to lacklustre applause. She walked home secure in the knowledge that no man would mug a Seamstress.
Susan walked over to the Librarian."Librarian; it's time for you to see the Great Rubber Ring In The Sky. Swinging her scythe she removed the Librarian's soul from his body and showed him the Door.
Spasticteapot was lynched.
Spasticteapot was Lupin Wonse; the secretary who had first tried to kill Vetinari. Lupin Wonse was a member of the MCSCs.
Night One begins.
Send in your actions to all three narrators.
Day Two shall begin around Friday night/Saturday afternoon.
((Random point at Bushranger.
Still can't decide what to RP as, probably either Senior Postman Groat or Stanley.))
Ignore the above please, guess I typed slower than i thought.
((Woohoo!! One less to go!!))
Mr. Teatime, after spending the entire Guild meeting giggling in(s)anely, wanders off into the Shades.
Hardened criminals take one look at him--mad grin, facial tics, Assassin's black, and all--and run screaming.
One unfortunate fool (aka Kasz) who wandered into the Shades by accident, gets a knife thrown at him, missing by inches.
"I hate people."
(Nice, Luck of the Vulpine that we get a bad guy straight off)
The luggage lets out a happy yelp, and dives toward the peanut bowls at the mended drum.
((btw, we only point during the day))
The Grim Squeaker views the demise of the Librarian with interest.
SQUEAK, SQUEAK EEK SQUEAK IK EEK.
It's for the next day. ;)
(Hold up, we only point during the day? Nerts.) Detritus still has a few hours on duty, and goes to guard the Mended Drum.
Captain Carrot wakes up from a drunken haze which had been preoccupying him for the past few days. H e walks into town slightly hung over, and observes the events having happened on a small carrot shaped device.
In a slurred voice he manages to say. Doesn't anyone think that this haruki kun seems a tad suspicious?"
He then proceeds to walk around i circles a few times then pass out on the ground.