Point at Kroy
Don't know exactly why.
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Point at Kroy
Don't know exactly why.
Sir Bill(todamax), I must ask, what is this "reverse" nonsense and why do you base your suspicions in this matter on it?
Okay, so 48 hours have ended and the day's over, but 14 people haven't posted yet, and that's 50% of the playerbase :smallfrown:
I could do a lynch with the numbers, but it seems kind of a waste. Vote, pretty please? You get a muffin! :smallbiggrin:
-Day extended by 24 hours in an attempt to get more people pointing-
(If the extension doesn't work out I'll just do the lynch anyway. This is the ABSOLUTE LAST DELAY guys, sorry!)
Sorry. Thought I voted. Billtodamax
Oh, right. Kroy.
My apologies, Mr. Bear.
Hmmmmm....I wanna point at Griever because there was at least one semi-famous llama in the middle ages, but he doesn't fit the description of what I'm looking for. Alas, I'm at a busy time at work, so I don't have time to search for what I'm looking for.
I'm gonna point at Reinholdt for the very short post with no reason to why he's pointing at who he's pointing at. That fits what I'm looking for.
I think I'll do some balancing of two wagons and point at Kroy
Bleh. Tired. Think tomorrow. Zar Peter because squid bones don't exist. Also he's at the top of the page.
Well, Kroy it is, yay for random.
Kroy, why not.
*quick random point at DemonicAngel*
Kept forgetting to point in this game... my bad.
GUYS! I need your trust! While I am not something significant myself, I heard it from a creditable source (or as creditable as can be in Werewolf) that Billtodamax is Sir Ecton! Lynch him!
Hey, if I die, I don't care who wins. Now, you can either:
1. Kill me.
2. Kill Billtodamax. If he's what I say he is, don't lynch me. If he was something different, I'll give you my source (who we know is a traitor), then go peacefully. Seem fair?
seeing as how i already pointed at bill. sure! incase you die wanna give me that source?
I think Kroy makes a good point. Because if he's lying, he'll be dead in two day phases.
Although at this point, he could just be postponing his death, trying to get as many kills out of it as possible. Because if he's a wolf, then he'll tell us that one of the good guys is the traitor, thus killing off a second one.
Still, if he has a connection with a power role, that's kind of a huge benefit for us. And, in my opinion, worth the risk.
billtodamax
Lord Billtodamax it is
If I'm not mistaken, that makes it a six to six tie.
Oh, and if bill is a wolf, might I suggest the King of Wales bane Kroy from here on out?
Hmm. After careful consideration, I think SirKroyis the one who seems the more suspicious of our two suspects.
Billtodamaxto reinstate the tie.
And after further pondering...Billtodamax to rebreak the tie!
Billtodamax. Kroy's new, let him play.
Actually, I'm the King of Scotland (Sniper)
Not getting lynched would be swell, Kroy.
Tricky tricky Kroy
Changing point to Kroy
I point at Kroy
Day ends! Thanks guys, muffins all around!
Narration coming soon!
Day 3 Ends
(Extra-long narration to make up for the delay! And another first lynch means another song! :D)
Sohere’swhatyoumissedlastweek - a new lord rode into town (drunk!) and beat up a random chicken, mistaking it for Sir Coward.
Sir Tsofu: Stop clucking! JUST STOP CLUCKING ALREADY AND TELL ME WHERE THE TAVERN IS!
Murska claimed that Kroy’s been acting suspiciously, only Kroy claimed that he got newbie protection so Cyberwolf got lynched instead in a song-and-dance number.
-cut to scene of nobles clapping and footstomping
Atreyu asked the Arthurians to start killing people only no one understood him because he was a llama but actually he isn’t really a llama he’s a MASKED llama which means everyone gets MUFFINS.
Atreyu: Bleeaaaaatttt
And that’s what you missed on....Glee!The Suspiciously Musical Werewolf Game!
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Episode 3: Do you know the muffin man?
“Bake sale! Bake sale! Getcha muffins here!”
“Ooh, do you sell cranberry muffins? I love cranberry muffins!”
“Get me five of Ye Olde Strangearchshapedfruitthathistoricallyhasn’tbeenna med yet Muffins!”
“Hic – jushet. One moaaarrr... tavershen.” With a drunken gargle, the inebriated form of Sir Tsofu topples over, landing face first in the muddy road with a soft ‘splosh’.
The crowd of nobles parts slightly as highborn lords and ladies step disdainfully over the comatose knight, grumbling at this rude interruption to a happy day of muffin buying and ecstatic guzzling.
“Prithee, good sir, but thou seems to be totally wasted,” chuckles Sir Arden, mischievously drawing his torch from under his cloak. “Methinks to see if thy breath contains enough alcohol to turn my torch into a flamethrower...”
“Damn fools, the lot of them,” mutters Sir Kroy, standing to one side shaking his head at the tomfoolery around him. “Rather than buying muffins, they should be lynching people! Suspicious people like Sir Murska! Or Sir Billtodamax – who does he think he is anyway, with that ridiculously pronounced Highland accent?”
“’Scuse me lad!” booms a loud voice from somewhere amidst the crowd. “But did ah ‘ear ye sayin’ sometin abbouta me aksent? Och aye?”
“Yes I did!” replies Sir Kroy belligerently. “And so what? It’s obvious you’re just trying to get the lot of us to believe you’re Scottish, Sir Billtodamax... or should I say, Sir ECTOR?”
With a gasp, the crowd of nobles parts (not forgetting to snag a few last muffins though) to reveal a giant of a man standing right in the middle of the market square. A tartan cap adorns his head; a kilt is wrapped round his waist, and a set of bagpipes is slung over his shoulder. In one hand, he holds a pint of Scotch, and in the other a half-eaten haggis wrapped in a Scottish flag.
“Me PRETENDIN’ ta be Scottish, och aye? Whateva’ gave ye that idea, och aye? Of coorse ah’m Scottish, och aye! What eelse could ah be, och aye? And ‘fter all, ahm eatin a HAGGIS, och aye! Ye dinna think anywun butta Scotsman would eat that, och aye?”
The crowd of nobles murmurs their assent, and begin to turn away from the confrontation and back to the table full of delectable muffins.
“Oh COME ON!” moans Sir Kroy, “You can’t be buying that ridiculous stereotype! I mean, seriously, who cares about muffins when we could be lynching people?!”
A deathly silence comes over the crowd, and as a man they turn to stare at Sir Kroy.
“He hates muffins! HE MUST BE AN ARTHURIAN! LYNCH HIM!” shouts Sir Bertilak, leading a general charge towards the stunned Sir Kroy.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” replies the beleaguered knight, raising his hands to fend off the onrushing horde. “You can’t lynch me! No one has any torches!!!”
The lynch mob stops in its tracks, grudgingly acknowledging the logic of Kroy’s claim. Milling around, they waver, the alluring smell of muffins enticing them back to the bake sale and it’s blandishments.
Suddenly....
“HAHA! LOOK! IT WORKS! IT WORKS! I HAVE A HUMAN FLAMETHROWER!” screams Sir Arden in delight, bursting into the middle of the square. The unconscious Sir Tsofu is strapped across Arden’s back, steadily breathing a series of alcohol-laced snores towards a lit torch fastened across Arden’s shoulders. The effect is spectacular – a regular series of explosive flares that hurtle towards whatever poor soul Arden happens to be facing.
The assembled nobles cheer loudly, throwing various wooden implements into the path of Arden’s flame. Soon, the lynch mob, torches alit, is reformed, and they close in on Sir Kroy.
Defiantly, the knight raises his head, belting out one final song:
SpoilerTell everybody I'm here to stay
New friends and new games to see
With my first lynch ahead yes but still
I'm here to stay
And there's nowhere else
that I'd rather be
Tell everybody I'm here to stay
And I'm loving every game I play
With the lynch bearing down, yeah but
I'm here to stay
And I can't keep this smile off my face
'Cause we’ll all be seeing
each other again
No matter how many games in between
And the revenge that will befell
will make me smile
Oh it really lifts my heart
So tell 'em all I'm here to stay
New friends and new games to see
And to get a wolf role
Who could ask for more
With the narrator keeping watch over me
Not the lynches, not the banes
Can change my mind
My time will come, wait and see
And the feeling of the knife in the dark
Will still your heart
Oh there's nowhere I would rather be
'Cause I'm here to stay now-
well and truly
I'm here to stay now
(I'm here to stay now)
REPEAT
Tell everybody I'm here to stay
And I can't wait for the next game
With lynches ahead yes
I'm still here to stay
And nothing but good times to share
So tell everybody I'm here to stay
And I just can't wait to be home
With the lynching bearing down yes
I'm still here to stay
And nothing but good times to show
I'm here to stay
Yes, I'm here to stay
Kroy was lynched. He was Sir Kay.
(Welcome Kroy, you’ve just been lynched for the first time! No hard feelings I hope, but now you have passed the initiation rites and are truly one of us! -assimilates-)
Night 3 Starts
(Wolves, it would be nice if you sent in night actions :smallbiggrin:)
:smallbiggrin:
That was awesome LLB.
*high-fives*
So, bane please?
Oooh-kay. ^^