Fatbelly V - Who's for Dessert?

[Supagoof]

((I agree with the BOO!. Here some lyrics for if Hippie won.....))

Please Hippie - Don't hurt them.

[MUSIC= Can't Touch This by MC Hammer]
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this

The, the, the playground hits me so hard
Makes me say "Oh, my word"
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to game and sandled feet

It feels good, when you know you're down
A super fly hip cat from the Johnston
And I'm known as such
And I am a man, uh, you can't lynch

I told you, Banjo
(You can't lynch this)
Yeah, that's how I'm living and you know
(You can't lynch this)

Look at my eyes, man
(You can't lynch this)
Yo, let Goof bust the funky lyrics
(You can't lynch this)

Fresh new food, advance
You gotta eats lots, now, you might split your pants
So move, outta your seat
And get a M. Faerie and catch this beat
While it's cookin', hold on
Chew a little bit and let 'em know it's goin' on
Like that, like that
Cold on a platter so send it on back
Let 'em know, that this is a synch
And I am a man, uh, you can't lynch

Yo, I told you
(You can't lynch this)
Why you standin' there, man?
(You can't lynch this)
Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka
(You can't lynch this)

Give me a friend or peacetime
Makin' 'em swing, that's what I'm givin' 'em
Now, they know
You talkin' about the Hippie, you gettin' a whole show
That's hype and tight
Flowers are flowin' so pass them a plate
Or a bowl, you know
What's it gonna take for the seventies to flow
The charts? Legit
Either play hard or you might as well quit
That's word because you know
You can't lynch this, you can't lynch this

Break it down
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
Stop, Hippie time

Go with the funk, it is said
If you can't eat like this
Then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Lost utensils
Use your fingers in there
This is it, for a winner
Chomp like this and you're gonna get bigger
Eat, grow your rump
Just for a minute let's all take a gulp, gulp, gulp

Yeah
(You can't lynch this)
Look, man
(You can't lynch this)

You better get a fork, boy
Because you know you can't
(You can't lynch this)
Ring the bell, competition's done

Break it down
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
Stop, Hippie time

You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this

Break it down
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo
Stop, Hippie time

Every time you see me
The Hippie's just so hype
I'm dope in playground and I'm magic with the type
Now why would I ever stop doing this?
With others being' fools that just don't quit
I've toured around the boards, from Banter to Silly Games
It's "Hippie, go Hippie, MC Hippie, yo, Hippie"
And the rest can come and play

You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this
You can't lynch this

Yeah, You can't lynch this
I told you, you can't lynch this
Too much, can't lynch this
Get way outta here, You can't lynch this[/MUSIC]

[smellie_hippie]

((I agree with the BOO!. Here some lyrics for if Hippie won.....))

My friend... I did win. I did win.....

Peace!

Your next meal with whirled peas. Imagine that if you will...

[banjo1985]

Hehe, nice one Goof, I'd have tried something like that if I had any aptitude for it!

There's about 18 hours of the night phase left, and I've had the grand total of 2 actions. Use the or lose them!

[banjo1985]

Looks like this will end up a triple post, so apologies in advance.

Night over, update coming soon.

[Zar Peter]

Yeah update! And I love triple posts, keep it coming.

[banjo1985]

“Oh woe is me! Without my French Waiter there is no-one to serve me my food…not every waffery thin mints.”

Mr Creosote plods sadly through the sleeping area, his massive stomach rumbling. He hasn’t even been chosen for an eating contest yet, and after eating a waffery thin cd4 several nights ago he’s still ravenous. As he passes by Baron Banjo’s tiny circus tent the ex-host of the Fatbelly contest pokes his head out into the night.

“Hey Creosote, is that you? Come in here buddy, let’s have a midnight snack like old times.”

The gourmand glares at the clown mistrustfully. After the last few days he’s all too aware of the opportunity for funny business.

“Why should I trust you?”
“Aw c’mon, we used to be friends! We went through a lot together, remember? I just thought you’d like to share a couple of mints I had hidden away.”
“Shouldn’t they have perished in the apocalypse?”
“Nah they were out of date then so they technically counted as leftovers. They’re pretty rancid by now I’m afraid, but it’s still chocolate!”

Chocolate is the magic word for Creosote. He waddled into Banjo’s tent and takes the proffered mint from the former Baron. Not bothering to unwrap it, the gourmand snaffles it down in one gulp. Baron Banjo grins nastily.

“I was hoping you’d do that.”
“W-w-why?”
“Because that wrapper was full of lit dynamite. Nice short fuse too.”

Creosote’s belly gives a warning wobble and the gourmand clutches at it, the pain suddenly hitting him. Banjo laughs and scoots for the tent flap.

“Enjoy your last supper…buddy.”

His smirk turns to panic when the tent flap won’t open. He pulls and tears at the zip but something on the other side holds it fast. When the unfortunate Mr Creosote explodes he takes the Baron with him, which is probably for the best.

Outside the now smouldering tent, Hank ‘Knuckles’ McCoy smiles and lights a cigar from the dampening flames. He packs the now half full pot of super strength crazy glue away for future use.

“Just you and me now Fast Food Freak, just you and me.”

****

The next morning Hannibal is in a magnificent mood, as can only be expected after two of his most hated rivals biting the dust. He laughs maniacally and throws a couple of rather grotesque pies on the table. They’re huge Stargazey pies, which in and of themselves aren’t particularly horrific. However, when each has the head and hands of a former competitor staring sightlessly out of the crisp pie crust, instead of assorted seafood, it’s just a little more sick!

“What’s the matter people? Surely you knew Cannibal Surprise was going to come to the table eventually! Anyway, pie-eating contests are a classic. Which one of you wants Saposhiente and who wants Helgraf?”

Summary

Zar Peter was killed by the Circus Clowns. He was Mr Creosote!

Gray Mage was killed by the Hungry Knuckles. He was Baron Banjo!

Todays course is Stargazey Pie – Cannibal Style.

The following players will be autolynched if they do not vote today:

Billtodamax
Grlump the Elder
Orzel
Shadowcaller
Someonenonotyou

Day 5 begins now and ends on Monday

[Blood_caller]

I have heard a rumor about Ramsus loving other peoples blood on his hands lets se if he likes in his food to, you dammed half-drow

[Castaras]

I have heard a rumor about Ramsus loving other peoples blood on his hands lets se if he likes in his food to, you dammed half-drow

What's wrong with halfdrow?!

*points at Blood_Caller*

[GrlumpTheElder]

Billtodamax, because he's above me on the Autolynch list...

[VA_beds]

i am thinking that blood_caller should actually be blood_eater

[ThePhantom]

Phantom, using the barely working remains of a bucket, heads off to try and find some water. It will be needed, once Billtodamax
starts eating.

[Ramsus]

Billtodamax sounds dandy to me.

Edit: Btw blood caller, I wasn't actually half drow. That was just my lie to explain why I was light skinned for a Drow (being a vampire does make you a bit paler).

[Shadowcaller]

Castaras for being a full-drow.

*get's lynched by drow fans*

[Castaras]

Castaras for being a full-drow.

*get's lynched by drow fans*

I ain't no stinking full drow, I'm a half-drow.

Well, it depends on the time of day and what world I'm in. I switch between the two depending on whichever is most convienent to me.

[Mordokai]

Castaras, for being a turncoat.

[Croverus]

Castaras cause I pick people that change votes.

[Blood_caller]

What's wrong with halfdrow?!

*points at Blood_Caller*

Nothing in general it is more specefic this half-drow (or should i say lying pure drow) that i cursed upon

[someonenonotyou]

Billtodamax

[Duneyrr]

billtodamax

[Reinholdt]

Blood Caller. Honestly. Is there a better option for CANNIBAL SURPRISE?

[Blood_caller]

Castaras for the unprovoked attack and also to get more women on stage

[billtodamax]

Castaras quickly.

I'd really prefer not to go against Castaras, you guys.

She scares me. o.o

[Castaras]

* juggles pies *

[Dallas-Dakota]

AGAIN - ignoring the bandwagon, just purely going for Castaras cause it's a friggen pie contest.

Oh, durnit, I was RP'ing with you! That's why I shouldn't post on the saturday morning, I don't want to lynch you, I want to RP with you. Even though it being pies, you would probably win...

BAAAAH Billtodamax Baaaah

[Orzel]

* juggles pies *

Castaras, gimme yo pies.

[Matt K]

Blood_Caller sounds like a good choice as well.

[banjo1985]

Day phase over, update cometh.

[banjo1985]

Today’s argument revolves around three competitors. Castaras, the world’s most famous piemancer, should enjoy a classic like the Stargazey pie, even if there are hands and heads sticking out the top. Billtodamax looks like he good do with a good meal, judging by how pale he is. As for Blood Caller, well anyone with ‘blood’ in their name is just asking for it, aren’t they? Blood Caller shakes his head and points to the name badge pinned to his shirt.

“Hey, look at my surname! It’s Caller, see? That means I only like blood when it calls out to me…do you hear anything?”

After a few moments the other competitors have to admit that they do not.

“There you are then.”

Blood Caller smiles smugly and sits back down, leaving Bill and Cassie to decide between the pies.

“Which one do you want?”
“Helgraf, he looks so peaceful.”
“You do know he was beaten to death and his remains crushed and baked into a pie don’t you?!”
“Yeah I know, but look at that face…”

Hannibal blows a big gold whistle which he seems to have got from somewhere, and the contest begins with the two competitors still discussing the pies! Bill shrugs and starts work on the Saposhiente-pie, grabbing big wobbly red and brown handfuls or half-cooked meat and pastry and stuffing them down his throat. He doesn’t look up again until his pie tin is empty.

Castaras is still looking forlornly at the Helgraf-pie.

“I can’t eat him.”
“But you’re a piemancer! This is your shtick!”
“I just can’t…it’s like finding a face in the top a muffin or something.”
“You know this means you lost?”

Castaras shrugs and picks up the pie carefully.

“Fair enough. I’m going to add this pie to my collection.”

Before Hannibal or anyone else can stop her the piemancer winks out of existence, taking the Helgraf-pie with her. In the shocked silence that follows, the only sound is the contented growl of Bill’s full stomach.

“…she has a pie collection?”
“Must be like Bluebeard and that room with all his wives heads.”
“…You had to go and say something like that didn’t you?”
“I’m only saying-”
“Shut up shut up shut up! I’m already having nightmares and I’m not even asleep yet!”

Summary

Billtodamax and Castaras faced the Stargazey Pie- Cannibal Style contest.

Castaras lost the contest. She was a Circus Clown.

Billtodamax was victorious, and can therefore decide the next contest, either in thread or via PM to me.

Night 5 begins now and ends on Wednesday, or when I have all actions in, whichever is sooner.

[billtodamax]

Slugs, Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails, thank you.

[cd4]

Or should that be Snips, Snails and Dragon Tails?