Pirates V The WW Game. Setting Sail!

[hap_hazard]

I believe I have not voted. PirateMonk.

[Helgraf]

Renfield sat dozing in a chair when the annoucement of the dance contest was made. Eyes fluttered open as his head rolls to the right, where one of the ship attendants has left a cart of towels parked. He looks away, then slowly begins to tilt his head ever so slightly from side to side.

Then he rises up from the chair and begins to sway back and forth, arms moving in small bursts of activity to one side then the other, occasionally extending them further. His gaze takes in his competition ...

((Song / Video link))

Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, vote of my choice

Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, vote of my choice

And he reaches over and raps a small silver bell, then begins to groove among the passengers, reaching out to occasionally poke a chest or tug a collar or the like. (such actions in parenthesis below)

Listen to the sound of my voice (B-Man)
You can check it all out, it's a lynchin' by choice

Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice (Blue Ghost)
It's the new weapon, lynchin' by choice

You can vote for this, (Billtodamax)
Or you can vote for that, (Haruki)
You can vote for this, (Murska)
Or you can vote for that, (Fiery Tower)
You can vote for this, (Crown of Thorns)
Or you can vote for that, (Evnafets)
Or you can vote with us

He jumps up on a table as he continues to gyrate in a tight, controlled manner.

You can vote for this, (Griever)
Or you can vote for that, (Murska)
You can vote for this, (Fiery Tower)
Or you can vote for that, (Dallas-Dakota)
You can vote for this, (Castaras)
Or you can vote for that (Haphazard)

He then hops down from the table, wobbles, sliding hands into pockets and murmuring as he struts forward...

(Calar) Vote without rhythm
it won't attract the lynch

(The Valiant Turtle) Vote without rhythm
and it won't attract the lynch

(Zeb the Troll) Vote without rhythm
and it won't attract the lynch

If you vote without rhythm
ah, you never learn (Eldritch Knight)

He turns, running down a hallway into another room full of cruise guests....

Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice (Trixie)
It's the new weapon, lynchin' by choice

Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice (banthesun)
It's the new weapon, lynchin' by choice

Sotto voice, his gaze seeming to meet each passenger's gaze somehow in a way that made it seem like he was speaking to them alone.

Be careful, we don't know them (Timberwolf)
Be careful, we don't know them (Thufir)
Be careful, we don't know them (Fleeing Coward)

And then back into the gesticulating rhythm...

You can vote for this, (Mustiado)
Or you can vote for that, (Shadow)
You can vote for this, (Whitehelm)
Or you can vote for that, (Smellie Hippie)
You can vote for this, (Reinholdt)
Or you can vote for that, (Zar Peter)
Or you can vote with us

You can vote for this, (Istari)
Or you can vote for that, (Fin)
You can vote for this, (Philistine)
Or you can vote for that, (Nehh)
You can vote for this, (The Phantom)
Or you can vote for that (Robert Blackwater)

And then he rain up to the transparent railing overlooking one of the ships' swimming pools and leapt over, demonstrating unnatural acrobatics before cartwheeling toward a growing crowd of onlookers...

Organically grown, through the hemisphere I roam
No big love to the pirates of night (Irbis)
Yeah, and my girl

(Ranna) She just don't understand
(Mordokai) is gone beyond being a man

(Deathslayer7) As I drift off into the night, I'm in flight
(Lex-Kat) She's a Boy scout no doubt
but I'm going to hold my cool,
because of easy rules (Yimmythesneak)

Yeah, so move on baby, yeah (Uncle Festy)

Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah (PirateMonk)
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah (Cd4)

Then he collapses into the same chair he'd begun in and drifts off to sleep.

[Ranna]

*watching Helgraf jump about the place al la Christopher Walken*

Hmm well one wouldn't go to such length to make such an elaborate point if he didn't believe it. Maybe he knows where the buffet is? Or maybe I should just give up and drink cosmo's by the pool??

EDIT: - Include the point stupid girl (Irbis)

[Mustiado]

Trixie, for an evening of the bandwagons.

[Irbis]

You call this evening?

You're amathemate or wolf

[cd4]

I'm glad you didn't post that song in Llama, Llama, Duck Helgraf or the baners would have a hell of a time working out who you were assassinating. As for this game, Trixie has the most votes but not enough over the 25% so I point at her.

[banthesun]

So the Trixie wagon needs pushing? I'd rather test the theory by means of Reiholdt, but if that's what we need for a lynch. I'll try and take part in the dance off (by which I mean sit around blabbering on about how young people these days don't know how to dance and how much better it was when I was a young undead head in a jar) but I might not have enough time.

[Timberwolf]

Trixie

abcdefiller

[Supagoof]

((Y'know I came to write another cheer for Supagoof the pirate song, but then I read Helgraf's remix and got weapon of choice stuck in my head. And I've found there's only way to get a song out of your head....

So here you are. I'll save the original piece for another day.))

The ghost band of Mother Hugger Burn is mesmorized by the dancing of Renfield, who in no way should be confused with Reinholdt. When the old man finds his place in the chair, they can see the crowd on the ship can't stop the music from getting stuck in their head.

Only one cure boys. Let's get this fire started.

[Music = The Gambler by Kenny Rogers]
On a warm summer's evenin' on a ship bound for nowhere,
I met up with the Emperor, he was walking nekkid in his sleep,
Everyone took turns starin, at the size of his charisma,
The silence over took him, and he begin to wake.

He said "People I've made a living, out of shocking all you faces,
And knowin' what your roles are by the way you spew your lies,
So if you mind me sayin, I can see you've made your cases,
For a piece of some YOW gold, I'll give you some advice.

So I handed him some money, it gleamed of a color honey,
The he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for light.
And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression,
He said "If you're gonna play the game you gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to lynch them, know when to kill them.
Know when to hide away, and know when to point.
You never share your roles, when you're playing with the Murska,
There'll be time enough for sharing, when the gaming's done.

Now ev'ry pirate knows, that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' who to kill away, and knowin' who to scry.
Cause ev'ry games a winner, and ev'ry games a loser,
And the best that you can hope for, is on day 1 you don't die.

So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window.
Crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the night time, Indy - he found the right rhyme.
But in his naptime words I found advice that I could keep.

You got to know when to lynch them, know when to kill them.
Know when to hide away, and know when to point.
You never share your roles, when you're playing with ol' Shadow,
There'll be time enough for sharing, when the gaming's done.

*music pause*
You got to know when to lynch them, when to lynch them know when to kill them when to kill them.
Know when to hide away, and know when to point.
You never share your roles, when you're playing with Alarra,
There'll be time enough for sharing, when the gaming's done.
*music resume*

You got to know when to lynch them, know when to kill them.
Know when to hide away, and know when to point.
You never share your roles, when you're playing with the Llama,
There'll be time enough for sharing, when the gaming's done.
[/music]

Seeing the crowd break from the spell of the stuck music, the ghostly band takes a small breaking of the game, with them as they take 5.

[ThePhantom]

As the dance contest begins, Phantom decides, althrough its not likely he'll win, to give it a go. A pair of marockas, (You know, those things you shake and they make noise), a few lights and some people willing to go along, and music.

The ship seems to spin a little and then

I got cabin fever it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever it's driving me insane
We got cabin fever, we're flipping our bandanas
Been stuck at sea so long we have simply gone bananas

Bananas fall all over the ship as Phantom and his large hat slide on the railing, playing the marockas.

Ariba!
Chica chica boom
A chica chica boom boom chic
Chica chica boom
A chica chica boom boom chic

We got cabin fever we've lost what sense we had
We got cabin fever, we're all going mad

My sanity is hanging by a thread
Since we're going nowhere I've gone out of my head
We were sailing sailing over the bounding main
(Lew Zealand:) And now we're not! Ha ha heh!

Where'd he come from? Oh well. Still sliding, he grabs a fiddle from a bandwagon, and starts playing, grapes falling from his hat.

Grab your partner by the ears
Lash him to the wheel
Do-si-do step on his toe
Listen to him squeal
Allemande left, allemande right
It's time to sail or sink
Swing your partner over the side
Drop him in the drink

As Trixie is thrown overboard, Shadow and Murska find themselves wearing expensive clothes, and singing in british antkents.

We got cabin fever
No if's, and's, or but's
We're disoriented
And demented
And a little nuts

Flipping off the railing, and nearly crushing some people under his hat, He starts yodeling.

Ach du lieber Volswagen car
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo
Saur braten viener schnitzel
Und a vunder bar
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo

We were sailing, sailing the wind was on our side
And then it died

I've got cabin fever
I think I've lost my grip
I'd like to get my hands on
Whoever wrote this script
Si!

Now He pulls out a ukule from his hat, does he have a whole concert worth of instruments in there? Yes. You stay in character.

I was floating 'neath a tropic moon
And dreaming of a blue lagoon
Now I'm crazy as a loon

And now, for some unknown reason, everyone on the ship starts singing.

Cabin fever has ravaged all aboard
This once proud vessel has become a floating psycho ward
We were sailing, sailing headed who knows where
And now though we're all here
We're not all there

Cabin fever!

And after that, everything is back to normal, even the hat still has everything on it.

(Sorry for all the colors, but my lynch vote is in red.)

[Trixie]

So the Trixie wagon needs pushing? I'd rather test the theory by means of Reiholdt

[yawn] and to think there was someone actually right yet he decided to change sound decision under the onslaught of insanity

Perhaps you guys didn't get it the first time, so let me bold it for ya:

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]

To be perfectly frank, in addition to being invalid on the grounds of past evidence and the fact that statistics do not work that way, those arguments come across as a bit arrogant and just make me want to lynch you more.

[Fleeing Coward]

Irbis because I havn't voted in this game yet I think.

[whitehelm]

To be perfectly frank, in addition to being invalid on the grounds of past evidence and the fact that statistics do not work that way, those arguments come across as a bit arrogant and just make me want to lynch you more.

Except the last time she was like this in a game I was in, she turned out to be the seer. The post really looks like some kind of roleclaim to me, and she's probably not a mason.

Changing to Irbis for now.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

The llama's voice comes over the intercom

If you look to your port, you'll see the island of Memesville. In honor of the event, the buffet will be serving extra Copy Pasta as well as pancakes served on a bunny's head. DO NOT EAT THE BUNNY! They are on loan.

Memesville was discovered by Haruki-kun in November of 2008. It had an impressive 54 inhabitants and featured roles such as Chuck Norris, GlaDos, Lolcats, and a plethora of Grue.



We're going to end the day tomorrow around 5 PM in order to give everyone a little more time to bust out some song and dance for Indy's competition.

[Trixie]

To be perfectly frank, in addition to being invalid on the grounds of past evidence and the fact that statistics do not work that way, those arguments come across as a bit arrogant and just make me want to lynch you more.

No, I underscored that to give my points additional weight.

No, I'm not a Mason.

Pffft, lynch me if you want, but Team Good pretty much always lost (especially on turning points) when they lynched me when I was on their side (and won when they left me alive). Statistics doesn't lie!

[Thufir]

Pffft, lynch me if you want, but Team Good pretty much always lost (especially on turning points) when they lynched me when I was on their side (and won when they left me alive). Statistics doesn't lie!

Statistics DO NOT WORK THAT WAY.

[Reinholdt]

Statistics doesn't lie!

Grammer do lie!
Sorry. Couldn't help myself.

[Helgraf]

No, I underscored that to give my points additional weight.

No, I'm not a Mason.

Pffft, lynch me if you want, but Team Good pretty much always lost (especially on turning points) when they lynched me when I was on their side (and won when they left me alive). Statistics doesn't lie!

No, but you do.

[Murska]

"There are three kinds of lies. Small lies, big lies and statistics."

[Dallas-Dakota]

My dance-off entry is coming tonight, please don't make me be late.

[Supagoof]

Now we're going to switch it up a bit. Our main orc is gonna sing this next tune. Ladies, gentlemen, and everything inbetween - I give you Graklok.

Graklok gets up from the drum set and comes forward as Supagoof takes his seat.

Heeeeey Beymar!

Yes Emiralk.

What do you get when you cross a mic with an orc?

I don't know - what?

A Mork! Nanu nanu!

OPAH!

Hewwo Evybody! *sound of feedback.* Is dis ting on?

Just sing Graklok.

Otay!

[Music - Hello Gooodbye by The Beatles.]
You say yep, Graklok say doh
You say stop and Graklok say whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh noes

You go buh-bye when Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo

You say hi der, Graklok say hewwo evybody!
You shake in fear, and why Graklok just dunno
Oh noes.

You go buh-bye when Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
. Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
. Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo

Why, why, why, why, why, why, do you
Go buh-bye, buh-bye, bye, bye, bye
Oh noes

You go buh-bye when Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo

You yell Run!, Graklok dunno
. We'll have fun, but you run away so
You scream stop, Graklok say oh, no, no
. I can stay 'til it's time to go
Oh, oh no

You go buh-bye when Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo, hewwo, hewwo
Graklok dunno why you go buh-bye, Graklok say hewwo-o-o-o-o, hewwo

Heya, heba, hewwoa
. ooga-cha, ooga cha
Heya, heba, hewwoa
. ooga-cha, ooga cha
Heya, heba, hewwoa, ooh
[/music]

Graklok gets into his own singing, and begins twirling around. Unfrotunately he's still holding the corded mic in his hand, and ends up wrapping the cord around his feet. The song ends when the Graklok falls into the drumset with a loud crash. As the cymbal rolls across the stage, you hear I'm Otay Evybody!come from the pile. Supagoof makes his way back to the mic.

We'll be back after a short intermission.

[Dallas-Dakota]

*applauds*

I'm not sure I should even try after those great submissions. >.>

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*applauds*

I'm not sure I should even try after those great submissions. >.>

Do it or a grue will eat you!

[Dallas-Dakota]

But grues are my fwiends, they wouldn't do that. Right?

[Shadow]

Do it or a grue will eat you!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGU5H8Oe94E

[Supagoof]

*applauds*

I'm not sure I should even try after those great submissions. >.>

((No - you see I can't win this contest. I'm not in the game anymore. So please use it as creative inspiration and make your own.

DO EEET!
DO EEEEET NOW! ))

[Thufir]

My problem is, I'm sure I can do a song; but a dance is more of an issue.

[Zar Peter]

Good evening Xavier!

Bravo Sir, this time you had the time correct!

Lucky guess. I just stood up and the sun hurt my eyes so I thought it might be a bit late. How about you give me a short report of today?

Well, today we're working with statistics.

Great tactics! It never fails, but only if I forge the data.

Oh, and the naked emperor announced a sing and dance contest. What about if we could perform a bit and then you point?

We? Ok, grab the guitar. But I do the singing, is that understood?

Well sir, if you like. Am I allowed to perform a few dancing steps when you're done with singing?

Well... ok, I'm feeling generous today.

Zar Peter grabs the microphone and begins with his performance:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvsI3...eature=related

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
with wolves by my side
But I spent so many days
thinking how they did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and now they're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find them here
with that killing look upon their face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I would have payed the baner fee
If I had known for just one second
they'd be back to bother me

Oh now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried make my point feel dire
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to point
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my points to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
just not to fall apart
I'm trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many days
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
point at somebody new
I'm not that stupid little person
who bandwagons with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to point there
but I'm saving all my red ink
for someone who's scaring me

Oh now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried make my point feel dire
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to point
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my points to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

After the music stops Xavier turns on a little tape recorder and performs a few dancing steps:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsxJC...eature=related

Not too bad Xavier.

Thank you sir. I wish I could say the same about your singing skills.

What? This was an insult, wasn't it? Anyway, point at Trixie. As said, I don't trust statistics I didn't forge myself.

[Dallas-Dakota]

((No - you see I can't win this contest. I'm not in the game anymore. So please use it as creative inspiration and make your own.

DO EEET!
DO EEEEET NOW! ))

I'l do it tomorrow. >.>

Because I spent all my time gaming tonight and I need mah sleep. >.>

I wasn't going to win anyway.

>.>
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