Pirates V The WW Game. Setting Sail!

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Its been a long night. Its been a very long night. In fact, Banjo has decided to take a swim. As he's swimming, he sees a strange creature that looks like this.



Banjo gasps! I don't know what that is!!

Suddenly the hideous cackle of Frenchmen comes from behind him.

That is ze llama, you foolish wiper of other people's bottoms.
Yes. You can tell by ze hooves and ze muzzle.

Banjo frowns. No. No. Llamas have a heart and a forehead and are bigger than frogs, but they also have a beak for eating honey and fins for swimming. This creature is not a llama.

The frenchmen all laugh at foolish Banjo and one shows him a book on animals.


There's...no beak...and...and ...no fins....I feel ...so stupid.

Banjo runs away sobbing while the Frenchmen taunt him mercilessly.

WAIT...WAIT...WAIT!! That's not right. We're not supposed to kill Banjo, that's not even a proper pirate kill! The people responsible for the kill scene have been sacked. Okay...lets try this again.


As the night arrives, all the villagers gather once more in the little town plaza, waiting to finally catch one of those sneaky Frenchmen.

They gather around Zar Peter.

"He must be one of them, he's got a funny looking beard!"
"Do you mean all Frenchmen have funny beards?"
"Who knows? They're Frenchmen, after all!"
"Then, shall we lynch him?"
"Let's do it"

As they gather around Zar Peter, the clouds disappear from the sky and a ray of light shines around him. The crowd stays silent as the miracle happens. Zar Peter begins to float and rises above everyone, up to the Heavens.

But, as he rises, his bag falls. Some villagers gather around the bag, wondering what might it have inside... Just to find it full of Holy Hand Grenades, without any Holy Pin, ready to explode.

Everyone runs away... except the unlucky guys who happened to be near the bag when it happened.

Summary:
Zar Peter was about to be lynched. For the sake of the Universe, he didn't die. Just went back to Heaven. Zar Peter was God.

GAH! God's not a role in this game. What the heck is going on? That wasn't even a night kill. It was a lynch scene. The people responsible for sacking the people who were responsible for writing the night kills have been sacked. Lets try this again.

**The crowd gathers around and starts arguing as they guide Artemis toward the plank.**

"I think the odds of her being a pirate are 995,428 to one."
"But I wagered 995,427 GP that she is one."
"Can't we at least wait 995,426 minutes to make a final decision?"
"No! If we wait, she'll swim to one of the 995,425 islands and get away."
"I bet the way to unlock the Secret Taco is to press 9-9-5-4-2-4 in the vending machine."

.....*A while later, the crowd finally pushes Artemis to the edge of the plank*

She glances down at the water for 10 seconds, then turns and stares Ink down. "I place the curse of the 9 eternal stomach viruses on you." Then she cannonballs down 8 feet to the water below sending a splash 7 feet in the air. She swims for about 6 minutes before 5 fins approach her. Her last 4 words are "Oh Noes! This sucks!" as she's ripped into 3 pieces by 2 of the sharks. 1 boarding pass is found when people search her room. 0 pirates were tossed overboard today.

Sigh......okay, well, we're getting closer. That was a Pirates lynch, but we need a night kill and Artemis isn't even playing. Apparently the guy normally in charge of this was bitten by a moose, but we're bringing in the wonder llamas to fix this.

In the morning, the passengers look around the dining room and everyone is there happy and smiling that no one was killed in the night. After the meal, Suparufio sees a large skateboard ramp has been erected, complete with a measuring stick to measure height on the half-pipe. A note says "from the lost boys to Suparufio. Our thanks."

Suparufio starts skateboarding around on the half-pipe, gathering speed, and rocketing up by the measuring stick, when a rope shoots out from the measuring lumber and wraps around Suparufio's neck. In the SNAP of your fingers, Suparufio's life comes to an end.

Yay! Its a night kill and its the proper victim, but they killed off Suparufio, not the two halflings. Well, lets see what we can do.



Hey Beymar!

Yes Emiralk?

Did you know Samuel L Jackson won't fly with Alan Rickman?

Why not?

He tired of all these mother hugging Snapes on his mother hugging Plane!

OPAH!

I just started a boy band, but its hard work. I have to play the cymbals and the saxophone.

Why do you have to play both?

Because I'm the band's Sax-Cymbal!

OPAH!

A LARGE FOOT COMES DOWN AND SMUSHES BOTH THE ENTERTAINERS!

Supagoof (the player) was killed by pirates. Supagoof (the player) was a villager. Day begins and will last for approximately 48 hours.

[Helgraf]

Well, I figure this will either get me lynched or night killed, but what the hell.

Irbis

[Mordokai]

And I'll point at Trixie.

Because this thread could do with more emoticons

[Reinholdt]

I think I'm going to... loot Supagoof's body for gold.

[Trixie]

--Ties a soiled neckerchief around Shadow's eyes--

Now we just wait for the magic to happen.

Wait, what?

[Istari]

I think I'm going to... loot Supagoof's body for gold.

I doubt that will work, remember, he was killed by the pirates, who are the type to loot their victims

[Zar Peter]

This kill scene was epic!

Vote and roleplay to come when I have time...

[billtodamax]

Reinholdt for trying to loot.

[TFT]

Only a pirate would want the loot.

Reinholdt.

[Trixie]

As much as voting for these first two is tempting... a cat Rheinholdt is fine, too.

[Indurain]

“Ladies and Gentlemen…and others. Please direct your attention to the front of the party deck.”

A silence falls over the ship, as all eyes turn towards the elevated platform.

The speakers crackle to life again, as a catchy bass groove, and a high pitched voice break the silence.

(Sung to the tune of Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees)

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been chasing tail since I was born.

And suddenly, with a flourish of arm and pelvic thrusts Indurain struts onto the stage. He twists and gyrates across the dance floor drawing gasps of shock, horror, outrage, and intrigue from the captivated crowd.

And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
That Emperor’s affect on them.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' nekkid, stayin' nekkid.
Feel the hearts breakin'
But ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' nekkid, stayin' nekkid.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' nekkid.
Stayin' nekkid.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' nekkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiid.
Well now, I get ‘em old and I get ‘em young
And if I can't get either I just have fun.
No pants, no shirts, no running shoes
I'm a nekkid man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
Resist the urge to run away.
Then you’ll come to understand
Sometimes clothes don’t make the man.
Whether you are elven,
Or whether you are dwarven.
You're stayin' nekkid, stayin' nekkid.
Maybe not the dwarven
Cuz that be pretty horrid
but they're stayin' nekkid, stayin' nekkid.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' nekkid.
Stayin' nekkid.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' nekkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiid.
It’s time to have fun.
Somebody help me.
Somebody dance for me.
It’s time to have fun.
Somebody dance for me.
Stayin' nekkid!!


Indurain ends his exotic dance routine sliding on his knees with both arms raised in the air. He holds the pose just long enough before jumping to his feet.

“Welcome aboard everyone. I’m your entertainment director, love guru, emperor extraordinaire, and all around swell guy, Indurain!”

He holds for applause. Clap…you know you want to.

“Thank you, thank you. It’s time for the entertainment director part of me to take over. Presenting Indurain’s Epic Dance-Off!!”

Keep clapping.

“I want to see all of you up on this dance floor, showing off your moves and strutting your stuff for your fellow passengers. Who knows, someone may be so impressed by your moves, they’ll show you their….ticket.”

“So, it is with great pleasure that I announce Indurain’s Epic Dance off….BEGINS!!!

(Indurain’s Epic Dance Off: In the spirit of the Battle Royale [some of you may still remember that] I present a writing competiton. Entry is simple. All you have to do, is post a description of what you do during the dance contest. Feel free to be as elaborate, or as simple as you’d like. The entries will be judged by a panel of your peers. The best entry (as determined by the judes [without appeal]) will receive a special prize. Use any song you like, pre-existing, or a creation of your own. You do not have to post the lyrics of the song, though a video link would be appreciated where possible.)

(To Supagoof and other expired passengers, though you cannot be eligible for a prize, please feel free to enter from beyond the grave.)

Day Phase extended for Dance-Off. Deadline for entry and points - 10 PM EST Wednesday May 12th.

[Reinholdt]

But I'm a kitty with a touch of Kleptomania! How could I possibly resist something shiny?

Trixie for being third on the wagon.

[Trixie]

Trixie for revenge point.

FTFY

[Murska]

Reinholdt for being a kitty.

[Haruki-kun]

Trixie, for teh lulz.

[Supagoof]

((I R Ded. Ah well. But of course, it's when the fun was about to begin. Shopping and dancing. If Graklok was the one who died (I hope!), then I only have one representative on the ship - Supagoof. So I can officially begin cheering for the one who killed me.

Oooh - twisted. I see what you're up to Llama. This is like when I made you kill your "dog" that was on Hippie's team. Awesome death scene by the way.

So now, because I am twisted, I shall cheer for my killer. Expect many more ghostly musical cheers for - who else, myself!))
The ghostly apparation of Supagoof the poster, not the player, appears with a mic in his hands. On guitar is Beymar and on bass is Emiralk. Rounding out the set on Drums is Graklok. The band name is displayed proudly on a banner hung behind the half-orc/ogre.

Mother Hugger Burn

[Music - No one knows by Queens of the Stone Age]
We get some rules to follow
Pirates at night
Who we are
No one knows

We get these kills to manage
Make them quick
Slit a throat
Take the gold

Oh, who Supagoof will take next
No one knows

And I realize you're me
Indeed a Goof am I
And I realize you're me
Indeed a Goof am I
Ahh

I journey with this mad man
In his mind
With no hope
You follow

I sail along the ocean
Purple sails
in the sun
Now you're dead

Pleasently killing in
My name your dead

And I realize you're me
Indeed a Goof am I
And I realize you're me
Indeed a Goof am I
Ahhh

Creator smiling at me
Who a song from a ghost
But he don't know

This song of who I might be
No one knows
[/Music]

And a smirk comes across one of the passengers aboard ths ship as the ghostly apparation sings the tune. A single recognition that even though he killed the creator of his role last night, he shall do him proud. For no bunch of passengers aboard the bandwagon shall ever touch a hair on that pretty scarred face of Supagoof the pirate!

[calar]

Trixie I guess, for lack of a better target.

[whitehelm]

Trixie, not solely because she was third on the wagon (we need more villagers jumping on wagons so we can have something to analyze), but because she posted without voting earlier. It looks like she was just waiting for a bandwagon to show up so she could jump on it.

[PirateMonk]

Trixie, for not being an adorable kitty.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Trixie, because I need to figure out my moves for the dance-off. And y'know, what all the others said. Pretty busy with college atm.

[Istari]

Murska because kittehs are awesome
Don't vote for the kiity

[Murska]

*Is curious about the fierce kitteh-saving impulse noticeable in the crowd*

[Irbis]

*Is curious about the fierce kitteh-saving impulse noticeable in the crowd*

Indeed, dear Watson, it is most suspicious. Therefore, in order to speak in character, I deduce that Reinhold is up to no good, and in fact murdered Colonel Goof with a pipe, then tried to loot his gold

[whitehelm]

Murska: If you have a particular reason to lynch Reinholdt, please share it. Why should I join a random bandwagon rather than one for someone I'm suspicious of?

[Murska]

No real reason. I just find it odd how people seem to be jumping on another completely random bandwagon for no other reason than to prevent the lynch of Reinholdt.

[Trixie]

Indeed, dear Watson, it is most suspicious.

Pffft, now you're just trying to get me lynched :P

It looks like she was just waiting for a bandwagon to show up so she could jump on it.

Indeed, Einstein, I was looking at something that wasn't me, especially after these first two Llama-like points

Anyway, as you should have learned by now, Trixie is always Good, more, Trixie has better than random percentage of powerroles, so lynching me is always a bad idea.

Well, unless you're a quacking mewling wolf

[Thufir]

Anyway, as you should have learned by now, Trixie is always Good,

Not true.

Trixie has better than random percentage of powerroles, so lynching me is always a bad idea.

Statistics still do not work that way.

[Fin]

Dallas-Dakota is a wolf.

[Trixie]

Not true.

It always was when I was about to be lynched. Check Playground Squares: WW Edition for the last example

Statistics still do not work that way.

In my case they do

[PirateMonk]

Trixie has better than random percentage of powerroles

((Exactly, so obviously the narrators of this game won't give you one, to balance things out. ))