Ye Olde West. (Game officially underway)

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(whydid magtok say that...was he trying to mislead, was he trying to gode us into pointing that way, was it to simply test a reaction, was he mucking with us all? I don't know. I propose that we lynch Hitchhiker and if he turns out to be a normal citizen, then we shall ask Mr Magtok for an explanation. However, I believe this game has Classic Australian Werewolf seer rules so Kidd would be investigated as an innocent. )

[Thes Hunter]

The young man in the ratty uniform trudges down the street and leans against a store front again. He stands there and listens to people argue and hurl suspicions, and only because he feels he is forced to does he tip his hat in the direction of Brett Induriank.

[Captain van der Decken]

Decken stands up.

"Reminds me of ol' Doorknob Dan.
We always thought he were a strange feller, ah tell ye, what with his unusual hobbies, but his other hobbies came as a reaaal shock, aye. Well, he made a slight trip o' the tongue, 'bout his new watch. We hadn' had no real plunder in weeks, so we all wondered. The Cap'n's watch had gone 'missing' not two days earlier, and it turned out t' be in Dan's trunk...S' we chucked 'im o'er the rail, an' ne'er thought more of it...


Aaaaaanyway..


*nods at The Crazy Prospector*
(Just a precaution against auto-lynching really. Most arguments so far seem... tenuous.)
Aye, you there. Got any baccy on you? Me pipe's near empty now."

[Kyrian]

Kyrian points at Indurain. A trusted source spoke to me about this, so Indy, I blame you for stealing my flux capacitor!

[inky13112]

Originally Posted by Indurain

Brett Indurick casually places his hand on his money pouch to make sure it's still there before giving Ms. Alarabelle a hug.

"I'm sure we'll figure out something. We'll hunt those bandits down, don't you worry."

Hearing the talk coming from the other villagers. "You sure do seem to know a lot about the ways of banditry sir..." He says, pointing at Shadow.

Indurain and Cobra Ikari, both pointed at the same person in rapid succession. Prior to this no real bandwagon had formed, but both of their points quickly led to Shadow being lynched. I therefore believe that Indurain is an outlaw. Its certainly better evidence than that against Hitchhiker.

I point at Indurain

[Shadow]

Originally Posted by El Jaspero, the Pirate King

((*raises hand*

Done and done. Having raised my objections to making Native Americans talk like Tarzan, I'll just give a blanket objection to making fun of any other easily-stereotyped cultural or racial group. Seriously, this is incredibly offensive and if people are going to keep doing this I'm just going to drop out of this game.))

((That's why I edited my first post with the Indian speech. It just didn't occur to me at the time, but you were absolutely right.))

[Alarra]

Alarrabelle sends her best 'come hither' smile at Brett Indurick and gestures in his general direction. "Now tell me, darling...Was I using any of my tells that hand?"

[Hitchhiker]

Originally Posted by Atreyu the Masked LLama

(I propose that we lynch Hitchhiker and if he turns out to be a normal citizen, then we shall ask Mr Magtok for an explanation.)

((Strangely, I oppose that proposal. ))
Seeing the many votes for Indurick, Hitch nods silently as he waters his horse. Turning to Inky, he listens to the brief speech, then nods. "It makes sense...until other evidence presents itself, or Indurick himself opposes the idea, I'd say he seems the likely suspect."
Hitch nods in Indy's general direction.

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Whooo-EEE! Look at 'er go, Fluffers!"

The Crazy Old Prospector spins his trusty pick on the floor; he dances about excitedly until it lands *pointing at Indurain*. "Well, whaddya know?" He has a swig of brandy to celebrate the falling of his mining pick.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llama has been sniffing around for "gold" aka "anything that smells interesting" but hear's his name and sees the mining pick fall. He traces its line to the gambler and stares at Indurick*

[Cobra_Ikari]

Originally Posted by inky13112

Indurain and Cobra Ikari, both pointed at the same person in rapid succession. Prior to this no real bandwagon had formed, but both of their points quickly led to Shadow being lynched. I therefore believe that Indurain is an outlaw. Its certainly better evidence than that against Hitchhiker.

I point at Indurain

Ikari points at Indurain.

I have nothing to do with that man. Other than an apparent shared dislike of the Shadowy one.

[purple gelatinous cube o' Doom]

Walks into saloon with gun drawn, gives the chamber a spin, and pipes in Well, looks like we go ourselves a party goin' in here. Looks around, the points at Lord Magtok

[Lord Magtok]

Originally Posted by purple gelatinous cube o' Doom

Walks into saloon with gun drawn, gives the chamber a spin, and pipes in Well, looks like we go ourselves a party goin' in here. Looks around, the points at Lord Magtok

((Avoiding the autolynch or actual suspicion against me? ))

[Helgraf]

"Squirrel-Hunter" McGee listens to all the babbling, *aims and shoots Indurduck's hat off [points at him]*

"Caw ruckus callin' keel-hauling idgit. Mus' be squirrely-brained to not see it!"

[DarkLightDragon]

The evidence is against you, Indurain. It will take a miracle to get yourself out of this mess.

*point at Indurain*

[Bassetking]

Rex Basset, Purveyor of Basset's New Dry Goods, continued to rummage through his stocks.

Toffee, Twine, Ahh, here they are! Trousers!
Tapping at the tag that read For Indurain.

[Ink]

Seeing everyone else pointing at the suspected bandit, Ink points his gun at Indurain as well.

"That'll teach ya to steal another man's flux capacitor."

[Zeb The Troll]

What ever'body look at?

*raises his hand towards Indurain to block the sun shining in his eyes*

[Indurain]

"Now...I'm not one to steal. I can promise you that." Brett looks around. "Fine, have it your way. You'll see, I'm no thief."

Brett stands up, preferring to go out with dignity, though he has a feeling it won't end that way.

"And Ms. Alarrabelle, you held your breath. You tend to breath heavily when you're excited." Brett winks at the lady as the townsfolk begin to drag him away.

((Goof, you can go ahead and lynch me whenever you want. I'm fine with dying.))

[Alarra]

Alarrabelle blushes at his final words before turning to everyone in the room in turn, "Did I hold my breath?"

[Zeb The Troll]

Originally Posted by Alarra

Alarrabelle blushes at his final words before turning to everyone in the room in turn, "Did I hold my breath?"

Erm, sorry miss. Even Mongo saw you hold your breath.

[Castaras]

(( Ack! I didn't mean to start everyone pointing at Hitchhiker! As such, I will remove my finger from him and point at myself. I'm a little confused. ))

[Supagoof]

I tell you, I’m no thief. What do I need money for, when I can just win it off you all anytime I like. Tell you what, for the first hour of poker, I’ll lose every hand.

Indurick sits back down to play some more hands, but the pointing proves to be too much a distraction.

Fine look, you can see I’m not winning, here’s my deuce seven off suit cards and OH MY GOSH LOOK OVER THERE!

He points to something behind the crowd. They turn, and Indurick pulls his gun. He shoots Firepup in the chest, then ducks behind the bar. The following gunfight also takes the lives of psychoduck14, Raistlin1040, Saurous, and Vespe Ratavo before the empty click of Indurick’s gun is heard. Next he runs from behind the bar and hops on Mr. Fluffers.

Giddyap!

The llama doesn’t move.

Giddyap I say.

The llama bends it neck down to chew on some grass making it’s way through the wooden sidewalk in town.

*sigh*

The town, infuriated by the trick and the shootings, surround him.

You want to ride on Mr. Fluffers eh? Well we can arrange that.

The grabs the reins of the llama, and bring them out into the desert. The tie up Indurick, and hang a noose from the tree placing it around his neck.



The crowd heads back to town, leaving Mr. Fluffers and Indurick out in the desert.

Mr. Fluffers gives Indurick a look, as if to say “Why am I here with you?” Then the llama takes a step back to town.

Whoa, WHOA! Partner. Hang on a sec, there’s no reason we can’t be civil about this, is there?

The llama gives him another look, this time the message is clear. “I ain’t your partner.”

As Indurick falls off the llama, a loud snap is heard. The tree branch breaks. Indurick hits the ground hard, but with his airway still intact.



Thank you. Whoever is up above, thank yOAAAAAUUUGGH!.

The llama, hearing the branch break, is startled, and runs off into the desert with Indurick dragging behind him, running him into every rock, tree, and cactus it finds. A short while later, the llama heads back into town, dragging behind it the dead body of Indurick. Rummaging through what was left of his clothes er, what he held in his hands, you find a battered worn Wanted poster.

Wanted, Indurick, for his involvement in the shootout at Trog’s Tavern. This outlaw may be seen swooning women, cheating at poker, streaking through the square, and impersonating a darn good looking fellow. Anyone with any information on Indurick should contact their local Marshall. Reward 10 gold coins.

Indurick – an Outlaw – was ….um….hanged/dragged-in-a-cruel-manner-through-the-desert to death?

Firepup, Psychoduck14, Raistlin1040, and Saurous were autolynched. They were all townspeople (villagers.)

Vespe Ratavo was autolynched. He was a member of the Posse (mason)


A big thank you to Ceika for the wonderful art to illustrate this death scene and credit to Indurain for helping script this scene. Please note that even though the scene also featured a "Mr Fluffers" that this in no way is indicative of Atreyu's roll. Please do not alter your opinion based on this scene. Day Ends.


Night Begins and will end Thursday at noon forum time. Those with night actions, please PM them to Raldor and myself before then.

[janusnori]

We are on a roll!

[Alarra]

yay! we got to use the fun illustrations! =) *hugs ceika*

[Zeb The Troll]

Originally Posted by janusnori

We are on a roll!

((Wait, I thought he was suspected of being a bandit? Oh well, happy accident, I guess. ))

*Mongo takes the wanted poster and tries to make a paper airplane out of it. He gets an origami pteradactyl instead*

Ah, man. Mongo never get dis right.

[Zar Peter]

[chinese speak]That's good! This guy looked really bad and brought hardly any clouthing for me to wash. Let's see what night will bring.[/chinese speak]

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(Huzzah for Ceika art!! Huzzah for dead bandits.)

*Mr Fluffers comes trotting into town, panting, looking for "hydration."

[El Jaspero, the Pirate King]

"Hey, good job there ol' Fluffers! There'll be an extra helping of Froot Loops for you in the mornin'"

The Crazy Old Prospector pours his llama another bowl of Gatorwhiskey, then wanders off to sleep on some unfortunate soul's couch.

((A quick heads-up: I will be out of town 4/26 and 4/27 and almost certainly offline. Formally requesting lynch asylum until this weekend.))

[Helgraf]

"Ah told you 'e was squirrely! Jus' like the Kidd!"

He went real quiet as he spotted something at the treeline, then lurched forward, folding the rifle and bringing the butt to his shoulder; pulling the trigger as soon as the barrel was braced by the Saloon window.

Off in the distance, a poor unsuspecting squirrel chewing a nut on a stump suffered from a case of explosive head syndrome, brought on by a bullet.

"Tarnation .. them squirrelies keep gettin' closer!"