Ye Olde West. (Game officially underway)

[faerwain]

((Yay! Board accessible!))

*Looks closer at Ink*
Ahaa! Sir, I urge you not to think you could fool the sharp wit of a man who studied Johannes Newton, Cicero von Humboldt and all the other greek philosophers every evening in Moritzburg. You were quick enough to get a gold bar from your hiding, but like the King of Denmark in in Friedrich von Goethe's "King Romeo", who apperead until act 5 because he did not recognised being killed in act 1, you forgot an important thing: Your clock is not set on the correct time! It shows three o' clock, while when we look at the sun we see it's clearly a quarter past twelve!"

*He points his peacock feathered hat at Ink.*

[DarkLightDragon]

Hm... I not be sure on what's goin' on, 'cause I been busy. But I don't be understanding that faerwain fellow either.

*DLD points at faerwain*

If anyone be able to provide me with some good reasonin' to leave this fellow alone, then I'll be happy to oblige.

[Ink]

*Looks closer at Ink*
Ahaa! Sir, I urge you not to think you could fool the sharp wit of a man who studied Johannes Newton, Cicero von Humboldt and all the other greek philosophers every evening in Moritzburg. You were quick enough to get a gold bar from your hiding, but like the King of Denmark in in Friedrich von Goethe's "King Romeo", who apperead until act 5 because he did not recognised being killed in act 1, you forgot an important thing: Your clock is not set on the correct time! It shows three o' clock, while when we look at the sun we see it's clearly a quarter past twelve!"

*He points his peacock feathered hat at Ink.*

"You, partner, are two aces short of a full deck."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(oooooh, its DLD)

*the llama points a hoof at DLD to warn his prospector that a dragon is flying around. Then he sticks his head in a well to find some gold named Timmy.*

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"What's that, ol' Fluffers?" The prospector watches his llama curiously. "By golly, I think you're right! That flyin' critter did abscond with poor lil' Tammy and hide her in a root cellar!"

He *points at DLD* then scurries off to investigate the nearest root cellar.

[Supagoof]

((Like the other WW games, we are going to go with the first to reach the tie. Though honorable mention goes to Dark Light Dragon and Ink for getting the same number of votes as our recepiant below.))

The accusations fly, and it sounds a little something like this.

*Crowd* You! You’re responsible for this mess!

Sorry, I’m the banker. I think it’s him.

*Crowd spins around* Well then you, You’re responsible for this mess!

Sorry, not me. Might be him.

*Crowd is unsure* Well then you, You’re responsible for this mess!

Nope. Sorry, I’ve been too drunk to be causing this. Besides, I’m the fool.

We ain’t falling for that. But you haven’t helped find the culprit….

What, oh, well excuse me. Hammish Strong sets down his glass to start to point, but it is too late. The crowd, in a “If you’re not part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem.” mentality, grabs him and drags him off to the hangman’s noose.

One for the road boys? he says, taking a sip from his flask.

The noose is placed around his head, and Eldritch Knight - playing the role of Hammish Strong - is hung.

Eldritch Knight was actually Doc Holiday, the Fool. Night begins and ends in 24 hours.

[Zeb The Troll]

((Ha ha! All that vote spinning was starting to make me dizzy. Nice job capturing it in the description. ))

[Castaras]

Castaras shakes her head sadly and heads back for her home, boots clicking on the cobbles, gun hanging by her side.

[Thes Hunter]

The boy finishes mucking out the stable and cleans himself off best he can. He takes the ratty jacket from his uniform which had been hung carefully by the barn door to keep it from becoming more soiled. He shrugs the jacket on, and heads into the saloon to collect his whiskey wages.

He listens to the townsfolk murmer about the loss of Doc Holiday (EK) and Reverand 'Jim' (alarrabelle) and this doesn't bode well for the town.

[Eldritch Knight]

Crud, just got on and saw the message to point. Crap!

[Supagoof]

Crud, just got on and saw the message to point. Crap!

S'okay - you were going to be lynched for being the first, all though narrowly, to have the majority of votes. So enjoy the buffet.

And yes, in an effort to ensure auto-lynching doesn't happen, we narrators have been sending out PMs to remind those who have left themselves open. Remember that, when the voting thread for Friendliest Narrators in the Playground open up.

Plus, it allowed me to make fun of the fact that 2, yes only 2 votes got someone killed.

Anyway, back to your nightly PMs.

[Indurain]

Plus, it allowed me to make fun of the fact that 2, yes only 2 votes got someone killed.

Anyway, back to your nightly PMs.

I got killed by two votes in another game...it's a great feeling. All warm and fuzzy.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Whee! Poor ol' Doc, though, eh Fluffers?"

The Crazy Old Prospector takes a drink in honor of the fallen Doc Holliday, then falls into the root cellar he was just about to explore.

"Dad gum! Where'd this thing come from? Fluffers, gimme a hand down here, I seem to be buried under a pile of pathetically un-fermented vegetable matter!"

[Alarra]

And yes, in an effort to ensure auto-lynching doesn't happen, we narrators have been sending out PMs to remind those who have left themselves open. Remember that, when the voting thread for Friendliest Narrators in the Playground open up.

You know....I've always done that.

[Supagoof]

Night ending soon. Those with night actions who haven't PMd them into the narrators please do so.

((@^ True, but I've done it with pizazz. ))

[Supagoof]

As the one known as Mongo walks home, he spots a note on the ground next to a pan. He picks up the note, and tries to read it.

Ensurt …Muney…. Catch….. Bandet.

Thinking this might work, Mongo puts a gold coin into the pan.
The pan gets dragged by a string into the shadows. A moment later it is tossed out, another note is in it.

Ensurt…. Moor….Muney…..Catch….Bandet.

Mongo have no more muney.

The pan is pulled back and tossed out again with another note.

Catch…Bandet….huh?

As Mongo looks up, a masked Bandit drops from above, knocking him out. Also at this time, three more bandits step out from the shadows. After a quick laugh is had, they search Mongo. They find a piece of paper with math problems upon it.

2+2=5 and 2x2 = 22.

They run off when Mongo appears to be re-awakening.

Zeb the Troll was robbed by the bandits’. They stole his 1 gold coin and homework. The bandits now hold 49% of the town’s gold.

Inky, distressed at the loss of his drinking buddy, Doc Holliday, goes on a bender himself.

Sadly, this is the last image everyone will have of the poor, distraught squirrel.




Later in the evening, Inky stumbled outside to do what all drunken squirrels do, and whizzes on the wall near the well.

Howdy, partner.

Eh? Wha' d'you wan'? (hic)

Seems you're not feeling too well. I think you need a drink from this here well.

'm no' all tha' thirsy, thanxss.

Oh, you need a drink and I'm gonna help you get it.

*the squirrel squints inquisitively at the stranger, who might be oddly familiar if he could see straight*

Huh?

A sudden push is all it takes to make him lose his footing and fall backwards into the well.

Killin' my Outlaws is bad for business.

In the morning the town finds a message nailed to the well. It reads:

I'd like to thank Mr. Fluffers for the idea to put something Inky in the well - B. T. Kidd.

((Disclaimer - Mr. Fluffers is only a part of the story for the sake of flavor and nothing should be presumed about the inclusion of his name other than that he inspired this scene with his actions in the thread. - Kidd))

Inky13112 was killed by the outlaws. Inky13112 was Wyatt Earp, the seer. Day begins. Once again I’d like to credit the outlaws with writing a fabulous death scene.

[Castaras]

Castaras comes out of her house, pale.

Wyatt Earp is dead? Doesn't bode well for us...doesn't bode well for us at all...

[janusnori]

oh my god... the seer is dead... why?! *wails*

[Ink]

((Hey, that squirrel image is awesome!))

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(Feels terrified that we're doomed.....sees drinking squirrel....feels happier about being doomed.)

[Castaras]

Castaras turns to look at the fearful crowds.

Come now, how exactly are we doomed? We've had a set-back, o' course, but that doesn't stop us from carrying on trying. Searching through the ol' voting records should help us almost as much as the seer could.

She goes over to a noticeboard displaying all the past votes, heels clicking on the cobbles of the street.

[Supagoof]

OOPS! Clerical error. The bandit's actually only stole 1 coin from Zeb the Troll, as 1 coin was all that Zeb had. Zeb was kind enough to inform us of this, and looking back at the original PM I had sent him, it seems that I must have miskeyed the amount for him that I had on the spreadsheet.

This would place the Bandit's at 49% of the total gold in the town. Sorry for the error.

*Goes to correct post*

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llama tries reaching his neck down the root cellar to free the prospector. He lets out a loud bleat for assistance.*

(So we can't validate Ink's claim? SHOCK! Castaras, find anything?)

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Whoa! Hey, easy there ol' Fluffers, that tickles! Heehee!"

[Zar Peter]

[chinese speak]Hmm... the outlaws seem to be veeery intelligent. Mr. Basset, could it be that you planned these killings?[/chinese speak]

* Zar Peter points at Basset King *

((reasons: 1. day 5th vote against Selrahc, 2. day 6th vote against Shadow, 3. day 12th vote against Indurain, 4. day could be 4th vote against Cobra but pointed against self, 5. day pointed at Pgcod. OK, not very much, but I'm not at home around weekend and I have to point now!))

[Ink]

"Hmm... Here's what I reckon. Kidd and whatsisname the bandit leader are not stupid. They'd have gone about recruitin' all them folks with fancy deeds to their name and the sneaky ones with great hidin' ability. I reckon that our ol' prospector over there is a very likely candidate to have been chosen as part of a gang."

* Ink points at El Jaspero

[Zeb The Troll]

Mongo notices the recent deaths of several important townspeople and starts to wonder if there isn't someone working on the inside leaking names to the Outlaws.

Mongo also notices that "Mr. Fluffers" has been suspiciously "not involved" in one of the townspeople's death scenes now.

((Day One - voted for Kyrian, a mason; Day Two - points at El J then buddies up to him; Day Three - votes for Indurain but so did everyone; Day Four - votes for Zar Peter, who we at least know is not a bandit since he's been robbed; Day Five - nothing useful from anyone with all the vote flopping and a two vote lynching))

Mongo, unable to properly phrase these concerns, scowls and wordlessly points at Mr. Fluffers.

[Hitchhiker]

Hitch frowns at the death of the seer, taking a moment of silence for the deceased. He looks at Ink with a raised eyebrow. "Sir, the prospector's had 'n attempt on his life. It would only make Kidd's numbers fewer to try to kill one of their own."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

The Llama made a good point here, a very good point. I'm really not sure where I should point. I thought she had a reason to trust EK, but if she hadn't my suspicions against EK are upright now. I'll point at EK, since someone defends him with some effort. (But if he's a citizen, the Llama is my second guess)

Zar Peter points at Eldritch Knight

(Actually, whenever I found out that EK was Doc Holiday, I removed my point from him. You, however, chose not to and also tried to lead into "if person X is a villager, then I'm blaming person Y next round." That's a tactic that I used in WW VI as a wolf and it worked rather well. Its a wonderful tactic for villians because you can get two days of lynching quite easily.)

(Why didn't you switch away from EK?)

The llama snorts suspiciously at Zar Peter

[Ink]

Hitch frowns at the death of the seer, taking a moment of silence for the deceased. He looks at Ink with a raised eyebrow. "Sir, the prospector's had 'n attempt on his life. It would only make Kidd's numbers fewer to try to kill one of their own."

"Agreed. He's not part of Kidd's gang then, but who's to say he ain't a bandit."