Ultimate Kaos II: Attack of the Epileptic Koans! [game started, recruiting wait list]

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Whoah, seriously? Cool. By the way, I did give up my role. To lamech, actually. I had to give him the role PM and we still haven't quite figured out the actual name of it. We know what the role is, just not its title.

[Lord Magtok]

*Goes with Mustiado*

[detrevnisisiht]

People, vote for ME.

What is it gonna take?


Look at me!!!! I'm a wolf and I'm going to eat you all

[GAThraawn]

Must say I'm having a case made against Fullbladder...

[Reinholdt]

detrevnisisiht then, though I don't think we can keep not lynching people with someone killing at night.

[Uncle Festy]

A man walks into the village, resembling your average documentary voiceover person. He looks back and forth, and begins to speak.

…
*cricket, cricket*
…
"The village is empty."
…
*cricket, cricket*
…
"Nobody stirs."
…
*cricket, cricket*
…
"But danger is in the air."
…
*cricket, cricket*
…
"For today, the mob is on the hunt."
…
*cricket, cricket*
…
"Suddenly, out of nowhere –"
*cricket*
"Oh for the love of… will someone shut those things up!"
The man runs off on a cricket-stomping spree and forgets to narrate detrevni's death.

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detrevnisisiht was going to be lynched, but he wasn't.

Day Ends, Night Begins. Night will end in about 25 hours.

[Uncle Festy]

((Eeep! Sorry I'm late, night ends now.))

Jontom Xire stands in front of his fellow villagers. "Since Uncle Festy is dead, I'm going to take over the position of narrator. I mean, it was mine in the first place."
"But don't you need to get rid of your corporeal form first?"
"Oh right. That's a good point." Jontom Xire shoots himself in the head, and collapses.
"So, how'd I do?" he asks Uncle Festy's ghost, which floats over to him.
"Not so well – you kinda forgot to stay alive. If you could narrate when dead, what do you think I'd be doing now?"
"Oh. Right.
Crud."

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Jontom Xire was killed. He was a Thief.

Night Ends, Day Begins.
Get Voting!

[Mustiado]

I'll be pointing at Recaiden. He claimed the role of villager, but the people I had scried as villager knew each other. Neither of them mentioned him.

I believe we have our killer.

[Uncle Festy]

*runs in*
Vampiric is up for autolynch today.
*runs out*

[detrevnisisiht]

Then Vampiric because I now know nothing.......

[Recaiden]

I'll be pointing at Recaiden. He claimed the role of villager, but the people I had scried as villager knew each other. Neither of them mentioned him.

I believe we have our killer.

I will point back at Mustiado, because I certainly am a villager. Ask your contacts again. If they say my role isn't villager, they're lying.

[Reinholdt]

Recaiden then. Let's see if Mustiado is right.

[Griever]

I definately don't like either bandwagon, Murska is probably a wolf!! BURN HIM!!!

[GAThraawn]

sure, Recaiden , lets test Mustadio's theory.

[Murska]

I definately don't like either bandwagon, Murska is probably a wolf!! BURN HIM!!!

Ha! Burn it with fire all ya wish but I'm incorporeal now!

[Vampiric]

Hmmm... retaliatory point at Detrevnisisiht.

[Shadowcaller]

Ha! Burn it with fire all ya wish but I'm incorporeal now!

Well so is Griever... a ghost voting for a ghost, how fitting.

[Murska]

He told you to burn me. But no way, Griever. It won't work!

[Uncle Festy]

Mmkay. Day ends.
Night begins as soon as I write out the update.

[detrevnisisiht]

Well so much for saving that inocent.

[Uncle Festy]

"Vhu, me-a? Vhy? I'm nut guud et thees surt ooff theeng…
Ooh, feene-a. Iff yuoo inseest."
A puppet with huge eyebrows and a white hat walks on stage.
"Hellu iferybody! I em zee Svedeesh Cheff, und I veell be-a yuoor hust tudey. Ve-a veell be-a mekeeng Vreck Eeeding Peee-a, veet zee help ooff my cu-hust, Receeedee! Let's begeen. Ve-a stert veet zee peee-a croost…" The chef pulls out a pie crust that's taller then he is. "Next, ve-a insert zee melted chuculete-a feelling, meexed veet sefee-munt oold peeps." The chef dumps the concoction into the pie crust, with some difficulty. "Noo cumes zee herd pert. Cufer zee tup ooff zee peee-a ixectly veet peper. Zeen stick zee vhule-a theeng in zee oofee, und… feeula! Oone-a Vreck Eeeding Peee-a!" He pulls the completed pie from the oven. "Lest boot nut leest, ve-a stick in zee dynemeete-a cundles, leeght zeem, und –"
BOOM!!!
As the smoke clears, the pie, the chef, and Recaiden are all gone.

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Recaiden was lynched. He was a Villager.
Some Amethyst shards were found in the wreck of the kitchen…

Day Ends, Night Begins.
Night Ends in about 24 Hours

[Uncle Festy]

The Greek Poet Homer walks onstage.
"Yeah. So Dan was feeling really lazy, and instead of coming up with something original – if you consider the Swedish Chef original, that is – he decided to send me in to narrate today."
Homer clears his throat, and begins.

"The three mighty warriors prepared themselves
to enter glorious combat that day. For
glory, and honor, and lots of other
intangible concepts were at stake on that
day on the battlefield and the field of
battle. Fullbladder, the mightily peaceful
peacelover and lover of peace, put on
his left greave, and then his right
greave, and then his breastplate,
and then his chain mail gloves, and
then his bracers, and then his helmet,
and then he strapped on his mighty
sword of swordliness. In another tent
not so far away, GAThraawn, the
master of punching people in the
face and other arts martial, put on
his left greave, and then his right
greave, and then his breastplate,
and then his chain mail gloves, and
then his bracers, and then his helmet,
and then he strapped on his mighty
sword of swordliness. In the city
on the horizon, Mustiado, the lover
of knowing a lot of random things, put on
his left greave, and then his right
greave, and then his breastplate,
and then his chain mail gloves, and
then his bracers, and then his helmet,
and then he strapped on his mighty
sword of swordliness. And all three
stepped out of their tents (or, in one
case, out of his city), and moved towards
the field of battle. They were ready, they
were prepared, and they had not
left the gas on. And slowly, they
moved towards each other. Nothing
broke the monotony, not even a
dramatically appropriate tumbleweed…
And so the reader got really
bored with the story, and closed
the book, ending the tales
of these three mighty
heroes for all time and beyond."

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Fullbladder was killed. He was the Day Baner.
GAThraawn left the game for in-game reasons. He was the Martial Artist.
Mustiado left the game for in-game reasons. He was a Member of the CKC.

Night Ends, Day Begins.
Day Ends in About 48 Hours
Up for Autolynch:
Lord Magtok
Shadowcaller

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Now do you believe me, Mustiado!? *grump grump grump*

Avenge me!

[Reinholdt]

Now do you believe me, Mustiado!? *grump grump grump*

Avenge me!

I'll try.

*ahem*

I believe I have found the killer who has been plaguing us all. His name is detrevnisisiht, and his death will probably save what's left of us from an untimely doom.

[Shadowcaller]

I'm up for auto-lynch now?
Well... um detrevnisisiht then since I want to test Reinholdts theory. But if anyone else got a better suggestion spil it now so we don't lynch more innocent players.

[detrevnisisiht]

Well, I don't much know how to make my case. I am the fool with 50% scry acuracy.

I started knowing Magtok and Recaiden with them as villagers. And was told that my goal was to scry everyone living. However upon coming to realize that I was the fool (with help from Mustiado) I was told that all I need to do is survive.

One of the good scrys I got off was of fullblader, Whom left for reasons I do not know.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

My reason for leaving: Someone killed me. I'm just here as a ghost, and for moral support.

[detrevnisisiht]

Reinholdt to try and save myself, and because the most wolfish thing I did was try to make a network when I was not the seer.(I was the Fool,) and if any members of the CKC were still alive it could be confirmed seeing as I was begining to work with Mustiado.

I think the sheer fact that both people I was in contact with died and I am immidiatly pointed at is extreamly suspect.

[Lord Magtok]

Gah! Up for auto-lynch! detrevnisisiht

[Uncle Festy]

Day ends. Update coming once I get a chance.