Ultimate Kaos III: In Soviet Russia, Kaos Ultimates YOU! [GAME ON!]

[Darkcomet]

And how, may I ask, do you know that? You said your role was a disguiser, Darkcomet. I can't trust a thing you say!

I know people, is all I can say.

[happyturtle]

It is hereby decreed:

• The lactose intolerant shall be expunged from the land. WITH FIRE!!!!

Griever!!!!

[happyturtle]

*gasp* "Your Worship... The traitor is--" *wheeze* "--the traitor is obvi--" *cough* _{"Obviously Sp--"}

*dies*

Well, why wouldn't he survive beheading long enough for final words?

"I was prepared for this moment," the Empress says. The head of The Right Honourable Viscount Fullbladder of Stilton is placed in a head-jar and animated. "Death does not release you from my service. You will continue to advise me."

[Recaiden]

I the name of our confused empress happyturtle, Griever

[Mustiado]

Hurm. Sorry buddy, but you don't stand on the tracks when a train's comin' through. Griever.

[Griever]

Griever is a voider.

There are too many voiders in this game, from my knowledge.

Ergo, let us lower the count!

Interesting... if it weren't all lies.

I am definately not a voider in this game.

Darkcomet.

[Murska]

DarkComet... Disguiser might've survived the purges while still being a heretic, right?

[Darkcomet]

Interesting... if it weren't all lies.

I am definately not a voider in this game.

Darkcomet.

Huh. Then my sources must be lying to me.

[happyturtle]

Note, that he hasn't denied the worst of all charges.

Death to the lactose intolerant!

DEATH!!!!!!1!!!!!

[UncleWolf]

Griever.

He turned me into a newt once!

>.>

<.<

I got better.

[Darkcomet]

Note, that he hasn't denied the worst of all charges.

Death to the lactose intolerant!

DEATH!!!!!!1!!!!!

Indeed.

Who do you choose to believe, Griever, who has already performed a death-worthy crime, or me, who freed you from the vile grip of the Ordyr Inquisitors?

Choose wisely!

[PirateMonk]

Griever, as Darkcomet is strategically useful to me.

[Uncle Festy]

Ok, that's it. I'm wrapping up the day.
Really wish more people would vote, though…

[Dallas-Dakota]

Blegh.
I´ve been busy with looking at a college yesterday, and this morning the forum ate my post.

Piratemonk, because thats just a weird combination...

[Uncle Festy]

Zar Peter, Doseki, EDK, Thes and GAThraawn, you're all still up for Autolynch. Get on it!
Also, let it be known that the day is actually ending in a few hours (sorry, I forgotted. v.v). So finish up.

[Darkcomet]

<.<

>.>

A few hours, it hath been.

[Uncle Festy]

<.<

Indeed it hath. Uncle Festy has been REALLY forgetful. v.v
Scene coming momentarily.

[Uncle Festy]

Griever stepped into the village. "I see this village, what does it hold? What shall I butcher them with, fire or cold?" He chuckled. "Running from me sure you'd think, 'He's a' "
An astronomer, holding a telescope made of cheese, ran in front of Griever. "Aaah! It's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!"
"Hey, you stole my line!" shouted Griever, blasting Zar Peter in the face. "Now, where was I? Oh yes. I'd kill kittens, puppies, and bunnies," one of which happening to be a Thes-puppy, "I'd kill toddlers" Emperor Demonking gets a lightningbolt to the face "and teens and then more. You see a wife? I see a widow! But what then? Can't you see? I kill four!" stabbing his fourth victim, Doseki, in the gut.
"I want to incinerate, and decapitate. I want to melt, want to melt some faces," as GAThraawn's face melts off. "Watching the peasants… what do they call it… ah, grieve! I suppose that being undead there's not much to life, a soul is needed for loving...feeling... how does this all not make me...what's that word again? Heave! You've nowhere to hide! Nowhere to run! Your village will burn like the heart of the sun! With infinite glee, it's going to be me, that slaughters the world!"
And then, ironically, a ten-tonne weight fell on Griever's head.

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Griever was lynched. He was the Evoker.
Zar Peter, Doseki, EDK, Thes and GAThraawn were autolynched. They were the Cheese Eater Sophisticate, the High Witchhunter, the Entrails Reader, the Don, and the Witch Hunter Spy, respectively.
Lyrics lovingly ripped off from LFG.

Day Ends, Night Begins.
Night Ends Whenever I Remember.
Send In All Night Actions to Me and Happyturtle.

[Darkcomet]

Wait a second... What is this? Empress, there is another Cheese Eater? Why was this withheld?

...And there seem to be witches about if there are witchhunters.

[happyturtle]

"Was that necessary, lackey? All inhabitants of the Glorious Cheese Empire are Cheese Eaters now. Were it not so, I would be the last of the Cheese Eaters instead of the first."

[UncleWolf]

Griever.

He turned me into a newt once!

>.>

<.<

I got better.

...And there seem to be witches about if there are witchhunters.

Obviously.

[Darkcomet]

This night is unusually long...

[Uncle Festy]

I blame forum downtime, personally.
Anyways, finally got in enough more actions that I'm pretty sure I've gotten all the ones I'm gonna get.
Night ends momentarily (aka whenever I can be bothered. )

[Uncle Festy]

AKA tomorrow morning.
Sleep – I needz it.

[Uncle Festy]

en work –"
The wolf pauses, looking around. "What the hell? What just happened?"
The mathematician shrugs. "I dunno. I guess my division by zero messed with the fabric of space-time."
"Oh, ok," replied the wolf, and promptly ate the mathematician.

Meanwhile, Empress Happyturtle listens to a report from her Royal Spymaster. "Your Majesty, I have discovered a plot through my spy network. It is a plot to kill… me!"
"No," said a man, stepping through the doorway. It's… Wolfbane?!? "The plot is to kill YOU, my empress. This man is an impostor, trying to get your trust. I am the true Wolfbane. Guards, get him!" The guards leap on the first Wolfbane, stabbing him to death.
The second Wolfbane spins around, dashing out of the room. "Hah," he mutters, adjusting his disguise. "All too eas –"
*SPLORTCH*
The assassin pulled a knife out of the false Wolfbane's chest. "Hah, I got you, Wolfbane!"

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Allysian was abducted three nights ago. He was the Enchanter.
Wolfbane wasn't actually an impostor. He was the Intelligence Guy.
Someone else is supposed to be dead, but I'll deal with it later.
Darkcomet's disguise was TOO good. He was the Master of Disguise.

Night Ends, Day Begins.
Day Ends Whenever I Get Around To It.

[Darkcomet]

Figured that might happen. >.>

WHY AM I DYING SO MUCH AAARGH

[Uncle Festy]

Ok, look guys, I screwed up big time.
Recaiden wasn't actually supposed to die, and someone else was.
I really have no idea what to do.
So. Who saw Recaiden's role?
I just edited it out.

[happyturtle]

The Empress was too busy mourning the death of her Master of Disguises to notice any other roles.

[Istari]

Wow, I'm ignore the thread for a few days and the cheese empire has been established, Wow.

[Uncle Festy]

Ok, the night end post has been fixed. Hopefully my mistake didn't mess TOO much up.