Pirates V The WW Game. Setting Sail!

[Trixie]

Statistics DO NOT WORK THAT WAY.

I'M THE GODDAMN BAT Trixie, Statistics are for losers!

I wanted to state it more directly, but apparently people are offended already.

Aww, I even prepared a pirate catgirl avatar already. Do you really want to lynch me over a wolf?

[Philistine]

Do you really want to lynch me over a wolf?[/SIZE]

I'm sorry, I must have missed the part where anyone ever put forward any reason to believe that was an either/or choice, Trixie. Anyway, we've gotta lynch somebody, and nobody else is even close to the required number of votes.
...
The mustachioed swashbuckler produces a battered old acoustic guitar from... somewhere. (It's probably best not to think too hard about that.) He strums a few chords, then looks around at the assembled passengers and crew of the Bandwagon and clears his throat. "I'm sure some of you know how this one goes," he calls out. "So why don't you come on and sing along?" He launches into a familiar tune, ambling up and down the deck and swaying to the beat as he plays and sings.

Gettin' a headache
Watchin' the players make
Post after post, just stirring the pot.
Keepin' my head down,
Ear pressed to the ground,
Try to keep coo-ool when things get too ho-o-ot.

Wastin' away again on the Bandwagon.
Searchin' for one Pirate to fall.
Some people claim that there's a Goo-oof to blame
But I know -
It's the Emperor's fault.

Well I ain't heard a reason,
An' I think some are just teasin',
Reliving old grudges, or playing the Fool.
We don't have much data,
That we can collate-a,
But maybe you think I'm just bein' a tool?

Wastin' away again, on the Bandwagon.
Searchin' for one Pirate to fall.
Some people claim that there's a Goo-oof to blame
But I know -
It's the Pudding Goddess's fault.

My brain is a-spinnin',
Don't look like we're winnin':
Hope each lynch ain't another of ours.
But we've got some time still,
To make the odd wrong kill,
And if we're wrong, well, we might send you flowers.

Wastin' away again, on the Bandwagon.
Searchin' for one Pirate to fall.
Some people claim that there's a Goo-oof to blame
But I know -
It's that darn Llama's fault.

Yes and...
Some people claim that there's a Goo-oof to blame
But I know -
It's all of our fault.

"Thank you! Thank you! You're a wonderful audience! It's great to be here aboard the Bandwagon" The singer bows low when he finishes, and with a flourish the guitar disappears... somewhere. Again.

[Lex-Kat]

Helgraf, because I don't like having my chest poked.

[Haruki-kun]

Mr. White sits at the buffet, having some delicious pasta.

"Hmmm..... If only my colleagues could have some of these. Huh? Oh... wait a second!"

[billtodamax]

*throws away original idea*

I will be participating in the dance off! trust me!

[The Valiant Turtle]

QUAAACK! Quack quacCcck Quuuuuack. QuacK Qua QuaacK quuack ack. QUaACkK QUaACCK, quack. Quackk qUUUAAcK QUUack quack quAck.

QuACk Trixie

[Helgraf]

Helgraf, because I don't like having my chest poked.

Probably pulled your collar, frankly. But hey, whatever works.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

The crowd turns as one to Trixie.

We think you're the one, the pirate that's been slaughtering all of us. Are you going to walk the plank willingly or are we gonna have to throw you over.

Trixie sighs . First, you make me get on the ship, now you're kicking me off. Well its not that easy. Trixie leaps at her attackers, delivering a boot to the head of the Valiant Turtle. As he's stunned, she runs to the dance floor, trying to blend in and looking for a map of the ship, trying to find a lifeboat.

Trixie, come with me if you want to live. Trixie looks over at the face of her savior. She sees Rick Astley. Follow me. I was part of the original Memesville. I'll get you to safety in a lifeboat.
Trixie and Rick race along the deck, and it looks like they might make it. SUDDENLY A WILD PHILISTINE APPEARS and charges at Trixie. She dodges and he slips on a wet spot and goes tumbling into the deckside piano.

Trixie and Rick make it to the lifeboats and Trixie climbs in. As she lowers the boat into the water, Rick drops a grenade in with her as he cackles madly. Boom goes the dynamite, kid! Rick Astley just gave you up and let you down. HAHAHAHAHAA!!!

Trixie was lynched. She was a passenger. She wasn't quite the power role she may have claimed, but she was a good passenger. Night begins and will end in around 24 hours.

Indurain will post the results of his contest. I'm not sure if other entries will count if they're danced during the night but it never hurts to try.

Please send all night actions to me and Alarra and Indurain.

[Indurain]

(Due to the end of the day catching me by suprise, I will allow any dance contest entries that are posted before I check the boards tomorrow.)

[Approx. Time of Extension: 10 Hours]

[Shadow]

Shadow calls out to Indy as he's leaving the podium after addressing the passenger's.

Where are you going? I thought you said you'd help me with this!
A satisfied smirk passes over Indy's face as he recalls the agreement.
I thought you'd chicken out. Hit it!

Indy and Shadow turn to face the back of the stage as Indy pulls on a pair of pants and a buttoned dress shirt, but the crowd Boos loudly at the sight if Indurain dressing. After a quick glance and a hushed conversation, the pait tear the sleeves off of their shirts, but the Boos continue.

I can't do this bro. You're going to ruin my Rep here.
Do what you need to brother. I'll follow your lead.

to the tune of The Final Countdown, by Europe

{the two begin jerking awkwardly in a somewhat
sexy manner before turning around to shake their rumps and gyrate}
We're playing together
But still it's fair game
The Baner might save us
From lynch, who can say?
I guess there is no one to blame
We'll point around
{the duo turns sideways to flex}
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown
{turning to face the crowd, the pair slowly walk forward
in the awkwardly sexy manner from before once again}
The final countdown

Ohh
{Shadow tears his shirt off and draws it between his legs}
We're heading for night time and still time stands still
Cause DM's too busy for Classic to end
{Indy does the same, but in a much more violent manner}
With so many night kills to go and wolves to be found
(to be found)
{the passengers stare on with blank expressions}
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so

{the rest of the dance can hardly be put into words}

It was Trixie's countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(the final countdown)
Ohh oh ohh

Dude, I said I'd follow your lead, but this is ridiculous. I thought you were supposed to be HELPING me?!?
Trust me bro, this is more help than you deserve.
{Shadow's expression turn to one of confusion, but already in the heat of the contest there was no turning back now}

It's the final countdown, oh ho
The final countdown
The final countdown
(the final countdown)
Ohh oh ohh

We're playing together
The final countdown
We'll all miss her so
It's the final countdown
(the final countdown)
Yea

{the duo flex once more and await the applause.... or the screaming children.... Shadow isn't quite sure which will come yet}
Ummm, thanks.... I guess.

[billtodamax]

The DJ flips a new record on and grabs the mike.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this one goes out to Supagoof, the pirate with all the wrong moves, in the hopes that the kill will fly right past me.

A recording of several pirates, or at least a recording of three people trying to sound like pirates comes blasting out of the speakers, along with a familiar drum beat and trill from a whistle of some sort.

Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har, Yar-har!

The drunkard slides smoothly into an empty space in the middle of the dance floor, and suddenly illuminated by a spot-light, he's thrown a mike from the DJ and begins to sing in a fine tenor.

He sails the seven seas all year long,
pillagin' and a-lootin' and a singin' his song.
All the passengers on this fine ship
love to hear that Supagoof let it rip!

He sings, making broad expansive gestures, shaking his fist mightily on 'let it rip'


Singin' scoundrel, sing sing
singin' scoundrel.
Hit it, singin' scoundrel
Cause we wanna hear ya sing tonight!

He leans in close to the mike as his sings this, punching the air to the 'sings', before belting out the last line to the skies.

Even First mate Atreyu and Indurain,
Neither of them really wanna get a bane.
Captain Alarra and all of her crew,
you know that they all wanna hear ya sing that tune!

He points to Atreyu then Indurain during the first line at their names, before shaking his head and his free hand back and forth on the second. He points to Alarra at her name, pointing at four random people on the dance floor at 'all of her crew', again addressing the sky with the last line.

Singin' scoundrel, sing sing
singin' scoundrel.
Hit it, singin' scoundrel
Cause we wanna hear ya sing tonight!

The actions here are mostly the same as the last chorus, except dashing across the dance floor to reach the table area in time for the next verse.

He's known to lurk in taverns in every port,
impartin' knowledge that's always of great import
to young aspirin' pirates, bards and Romeos,
how to loot and sing and of course how to strike that pose

He bends down low for this verse, as if imparting a great secret, making appropriate actions for 'loot' and 'sing', and striking a grand pose, hips thrust mightily forward for the last line.

He sails the seven seas all year long,
pillagin' and a-lootin' and a singin' his song.
All the passengers on this fine ship
love to hear that Supagoof let it rip!

He says, bobbing and hopping along the deck, grabbing people and dancing with them for a beat or two each line, working his way in a round-a-bout fashion back to the middle of the dance floor.

Singin' scoundrel, sing sing
singin' scoundrel.
Hit it, singin' scoundrel
Cause we wanna hear ya sing tonight!

He announces the final chorus to the ship at large, slightly pleading, and probably ignoring the song that came right before his as he appeals to the pirate captain.

Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har-har-har-har-har-har!
Yar-har, Yar-har!

The pirate chorus comes crackling through the speakers again, as the drunkard pulls off several jumps and flips, ending with a double back-flip off of a table and landing in the splits on the very last note.

He stands up smoothly and chucks the mike back to the DJ, before making his exit, probably to his room to drink.

[Zeb The Troll]

(( Why does everyone link to YouTube instead of just telling me what the song is?))

[Shadow]

(( Why does everyone link to YouTube instead of just telling me what the song is?))

Mine was for visual reference.

[Helgraf]

(( Why does everyone link to YouTube instead of just telling me what the song is?))

Cause the first person did it that way and most folk are sheeple who will follow the set example?

I claim Shadow's excuse. The video helps set the post for what Renfield was doing.

[Supagoof]

((I will always tell the song for ya Zeb. In particular because I don't have access to youtube while at work and here's where I post from the most.

But now that Shadow busted out the 80s power ballads....let's see if the music has the same effect on the web as it does in bars. Everytime (EVERY TIME) this song is played at a bar, crazy stuff starts happening. Now to see if crazy stuff begins to happen on this ship.))

[Music - Don't Stop Believin by Journey]
Just an ogre who, came here to scry for yOoou,
He caught the bandwagon going anywhere
Just some hafling cooks, telling jokes about your looks,
They caught the bandwagon going an-y-where...

A llama in a leather mask,
Writing narrations is his task,
Let's hope that this night,
Don't go on and on and on and on

Pur-ple sa-ils, appear out of nowhere,
The pirates come to kill in the ni-I-iiight.
The ship comes, closer, the bandwagon they begin to board
And hide with, passengers they willl

So on night two, it's me they kill
Must have been 'fraid of my skill,
Instead of scryin' they rolled the dice,
One more time.
Some will win, some will lose,
Some are born to sing with Go-ooof.
Oh the game never ends,
It goes on and on and on and O-on

Pirates are waiting
Hidden on the Bandwagon
While the seer he searches
Though the night
Kill the, pirates
Plottin' just to break this game,
Hidin', somewhere in the night

Don't stop, the lynching.
Trust your instnct and kill them
Pirates, people

Don't stop, the lynching.
kill them,
Pirates, people

Don't stop, the lynching.
Trust your instnct and kill them
Pirates, people

Don't stop!
[/music]

[Philistine]

(( Why does everyone link to YouTube instead of just telling me what the song is?))

In my case, I figured I'd left enough of the lyrics close enough to the original that it would be easily recognized as Margaritaville regardless. Heck, originally I didn't include the Youtube link, either - I had to go back and edit that in as an afterthought.

[Mustiado]

Oh what the hell.
*ahem*
Sing Along if you know the woids. /Uncle Ruckus

"The Vote of the Herd"
as performed by
Mustiado
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIANBamMgas

This is the Vote of the Herd
Bereft of reason and kind of absurd
You try to get your logic noticed now
But you'll be drowned out by
All the BAAAAs

How many days in a game
You start off with hope but you only find shame
Atreyu can be so insincere
Saying the logic that's never for real
As long as they stand there waiting
Waiting to follow whoever jumps first
How many days disappear
When you look at the thread how do you choose?

Your votes never fit as well the next day
And the logic never comes in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

*KA-CHUNK*
This is the Vote of the Herd
Bereft of reason and kind of absurd
You try to get your logic noticed now
But you'll be drowned out by
All the BAAAAs

How many voters would stay
Just to put up with this every day and all day?
How do we wind up this way?
Lynching the seer for the things that we say?
As long as we stand here waiting
Waiting to follow whoever jumps first
Whose logic did we follow today?
No one knows, but we'll lynch anyway!

Your votes never sit as well the next day
And the logic never comes in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

*KA-CHUNK*
This is the Vote of the Herd
Bereft of reason and kind of absurd
You try to get your logic noticed now
But you'll be drowned out by
All the BAAAs

Mustiado breaks out into an electric guitar and harmonica solo!

Well your votes never sit as well the next day
And your logic never comes in quite the same way
What in the hell do you expect us to say?

This is the Vote of the Herd
Bereft of reason and kind of Absurd
You try to get your logic noticed now
But you'll be drowned out by --

This is the Vote of the Herd
All thought and reason left to the world
You try to shout your logic now yeah
But you'll be drowned out by

This is the Vote of the Herd
Bereft of reason and kind of absurd
You try to get your logic noticed now
But you'll be drowned out by

All the BAAAAAs.

All the BAAAAAA-HAAAAAs!

Mustiado promptly dashes off stage to avoid his legion of screaming....

Sheep. What'd you expect? Baaaaa.

[Castaras]

The Pie-rate, having finished scribbling a sharpie mustache on his face, leaps onto the crate, grabbing a nearby vaccumn, and starts singing.

"Buddy you're a pie make a big noise
Bakin' in the street gonna be a big cake some day
You got mud on yo paste
You big disgrace
Kickin' your casin' all over the place"

"We will we will cook you

SINGE IT OUT!

We will we will cook you"

The other culinary delights start climbing out of the ship's cabin, stamping and singing along.

"Buddy you're a young pie hard pie
Shoutin' in the street gonna bake all the world some day
You got flour on yo paste
You big disgrace
Wavin' your fillin' all over the place"

"We will we will cook you
We will we will cook you"

As the show goes on, the other passengers start grabbing knives and forks...

"Buddy you're an old pie poor pie
Pleadin' with your knives gonna eat you some pieces some day"

"You got milk on your paste
You big disgrace
Somebody better cook you back in your place"

"We will we will cook you
We will we will cook you"

And with this a few passengers leap on the pie-rate.

"I WANT TO BREAK FREE!"
"No you don't mister. Into the oven for you!"

And into the nearby microwave the pie goes. As the newly baked pie comes out and is shared around, the call comes from the other foods.

"Another one bites the crust!"

And with that, the madness ceases, and the pie-rate wanders off, muttering about crazy guys with strange mustaches.

[Timberwolf]

...

I think I have my winner right here, nice one Cassie.

Just as a trained attack midget comes looking for pie too !

[Indurain]

As the night goes on, and the party begins to die down, Indurain once more takes the stage.

“Wow. Now that was fun! What a great group of contestants. Now to introduce our special guest judges. Ladies and Gentlemen please put your hands together for the man, the myth, the retired legend, Des.”



A man walks on stage, followed by a dog.

“And what am I, chopped liver?” The dog says, much to the surprise of many in the crowd.”

“Calm down Barnabas, I’m sure the Emperor was getting to your introduction to. Weren’t you…Indy?” The big man tilts his head towards Indurain.

“Uh…yeah…Of course. And who could forget, the dog with the voice of an angel, the tongue of the devil, and the heart of a champion…BARNABAS!”

The dog smiles a wide grin.

“Much better.”

“Alright, so Des and Barnabas. You’ve seen all our entrants. Have you made a decision on a winner?”

“You bet. First off, let me say how great everyone did. There were some impressive performances.”

“Though it wasn’t as much a dance off, as it was a lyrics showdown.”

“I think that made it more fun!”

“If you say so.”

“Anyway, without further adieu. The runner up in Indy’s Dance off is….SHADOW! Congratulations, go see the Emperor for your prize. And that means that the winner of the first (and likely last) Indurain Dance-Off is….BILLTODAMAX!!”

A roar of applause rips through the crowd, as billtodamax takes the stage to accept the giant trophy



MEANWHILE…

At the front of the ship, Fin takes a break from the craziness that is the Dance-Off. He breathes in the sea air, and lets out a content sigh.

“Lovely Night isn’t it?” Asks a voice from behind Fin.

“Sure is.” Fin replies.

“It’s too bad you won’t live to see all of it.”

Fin spins around alarmed.

“You!!” He exclaims, point a finger and baring his teeth at his attacker.



“I should have known. You’ll never get away with this, you know.”

“Perhaps. But I’ll have fun trying!! And now it’s time to shank the monkey.”

Suddenly the figure jumps forward, burying his sword deep into Fin’s stomach.

Fin was attacked and killed, he was a Passenger.
(Fin, I only made you a monkey as that's what your role was listed as in Atreyu's first post. Hope that's okay.)

DAY BEGINS.........NOW!

[billtodamax]

Woo! Not sure how that happened!

[Helgraf]

Bah. *grumble*

[Supagoof]

The ghostly band of Mother Hugger Burn applauds at the annoucement for Billtodamax.

That was a great song he did.

Indeed it was. But now you know what time it is?

What time is it?

[Music = Peanut Butter Jelly Time]
It's let's go lynch a pirate time.
Let's go lynch a pirate time.
Let's go lynch a pirate time.
Let's go lynch a pirate time.
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Now There they go! They the go!
There they go! They the go!
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Now There they go! They the go!
There they go! They the go!
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Now make them not breathe.
Make them not breathe.
Now make them not breathe.
Make them not breathe.
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Now There they go! They the go!
There they go! They the go!
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Now kill them so, Uh huh!
Kill them slow, Uh huh!
Now kill them so, You got it!
Kill them slow, Let's ride!
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Now There they go! They the go!
There they go! They the go!
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let's go lynch a pirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Let'sgolynchapirate.Let'sgolynchapirate.
Let'sgolynchapirate with a baseball bat.
Now let's lynch, let's lynch.
Let's lynch, let's lynch. You lynch.
Now let's lynch, let's lynch.
Let's lynch, let's lynch. You lynch.
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Now There they go! They the go!
There they go! They the go![/music]

OPAH!

[Fin]

(Fin, I only made you a monkey as that's what your role was listed as in Atreyu's first post. Hope that's okay.)

Sure is, the only reason I am not currently using a monkey avatar is cause I am using one specially made Murska's game.

[ThePhantom]

After the dance contest, Phantom retires to his cabin, after putting the things he used for it by The Valiant Turtle.

[cd4]

I wonder if I can get this thread moving as it is day at the moment.

I point at smellie hippie because I have no real idea on who is a wolf.

[Philistine]

You know, I kinda wonder whether Fin might have been on to something yesterday. What do you say, Dallas-Dakota?

[Shadow]

You know, I kinda wonder whether Fin might have been on to something yesterday. What do you say, Dallas-Dakota?

I'm not sure why, but something about that just feels off, Phil. I'm not saying you're wrong. I'm just saying that your post felt kind of canned.

[Thufir]

Random I-have-no-time-to-think-because-I-need-to-be-revising point at the person at the top of the player list, billtodamax.

[Irbis]

Haruki-kun for being third on yesterday's already iffy wagon