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MountainLion
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Guilty_Biscuit
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Anarkistsdream
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7.Mandalorian2298(Aimless, Pancakemix, wicked, got tonkaed, Strike_wolf, Anarkistsdream, The1exile)
1.MountainLion(Guilty_Biscuit)
1.Aimless(Mandalorian2298)
1. Not Voting(MountainLion,)
Mandy's death will come later. I'm at work.
7.Mandalorian2298(Aimless, Pancakemix, wicked, got tonkaed, Strike_wolf, Anarkistsdream, The1exile)
1.MountainLion(Guilty_Biscuit)
1.Aimless(Mandalorian2298)
1. Not Voting(MountainLion,)
Mandy's death will come later. I'm at work.
No. I classify lynchings as the beginning 'Night' and mafia hits as the beginning of 'Day'. If you would all prefer me to list in Exile's way, let me know.The1exile wrote: Btw Xen:
Should be day 1 and night 1, not night 1 and day 2?Cutting Room Floor(Players Dead):
AK_iceman(Pro-Town Vigilante), Lynched Night 1
Moz(Townie), Killed Day 2
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MountainLion
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mandalorian2298
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Sorry (and this is no line, this time 
) for not posting yesterday, but my I had a 29 of no sleeping, so I was a bit under the weather. When my corpse turns Vanilla Townie, please don't fall for Aimless's (I am Paranoid Cop) rutine and lynch him tommorow.
) for not posting yesterday, but my I had a 29 of no sleeping, so I was a bit under the weather. When my corpse turns Vanilla Townie, please don't fall for Aimless's (I am Paranoid Cop) rutine and lynch him tommorow.Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore.
Talapus wrote: I'm far more pissed that mandy and his thought process were right from the get go....damn you mandy.
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MountainLion
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pancakemix
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Regarding my hammer:strike wolf wrote:After going over it I still don't see much reason to vote for Mandy though GT does have a point. I'm still wondering about Anarchist and Wicked a little though I do not get the feeling that wicked is mafia. I do have to wonder about Pancakemix dropping the hammer on AK as well.
fos:Pancakemix, Anarkistsdream, and mandy
I was typing, but I was thinking while I was typing. When I finally posted, Aimless had posted the sixth vote right above mine. That's why I said I didn't mean to drop. I didn't.
Epic Win
"Always tell the truth. It's the easiest thing to remember." - Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross
"Always tell the truth. It's the easiest thing to remember." - Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross
aage wrote:Never trust CYOC or pancake.
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got tonkaed
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got tonkaed
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Night 2 ~Hehe, he’s real FUBAR!:
It was quiet in Carcer. Quiet enough, Ramirez thought, that something was bound to happen. Of course, that was common thinking and it didn’t frighten Ramirez in the least. What did frighten him was the fact that he even considered that something was going to happen to him. And yet, here he was, shotgun in hand, nervously pacing around Carcer City Zoo, the base of operations for the Wardogs, Ramirez’s gang. Things had been tense lately, and he knew that any one of the maggots he led would and could turn on him. As he thought on this, he heard the snapping of a nearby twig. Ramirez, an ex-Marine, was used to this sound. He dropped to the ground, rolling into the nearby bushes. Rising into a crouch, he scanned the area in which he thought he heard the sound.
’Hmmm. That’s odd. You’d think the cowardly maggot would’ve shown himself by now’ Ramirez thought. Just then a crowbar was brought down on the back of his head, knocking him cold.
He awoke to find himself in a straight-jacket, strapped to what appeared to be an electric chair. He could see a man in front of him, fiddling with some nearby controls.
‘Capital punishment Mr. Ramirez. Congratulations! You’ve earned it’.
The man flicked a nearby switch, the soft hum of electricity growing louder by the second. ’Oh shit! Ramirez thought. This is one messed up f*ck! Ramirez’s skull exploded shortly thereafter, his eyeball’s flying from their sockets onto the glass in front of his now lifeless body.
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Mandalorian2298, Ramirez(Mafia Goon), Has Been Lynched!
It is now Night 2! Send in your Night choices!
It was quiet in Carcer. Quiet enough, Ramirez thought, that something was bound to happen. Of course, that was common thinking and it didn’t frighten Ramirez in the least. What did frighten him was the fact that he even considered that something was going to happen to him. And yet, here he was, shotgun in hand, nervously pacing around Carcer City Zoo, the base of operations for the Wardogs, Ramirez’s gang. Things had been tense lately, and he knew that any one of the maggots he led would and could turn on him. As he thought on this, he heard the snapping of a nearby twig. Ramirez, an ex-Marine, was used to this sound. He dropped to the ground, rolling into the nearby bushes. Rising into a crouch, he scanned the area in which he thought he heard the sound.
’Hmmm. That’s odd. You’d think the cowardly maggot would’ve shown himself by now’ Ramirez thought. Just then a crowbar was brought down on the back of his head, knocking him cold.
He awoke to find himself in a straight-jacket, strapped to what appeared to be an electric chair. He could see a man in front of him, fiddling with some nearby controls.
‘Capital punishment Mr. Ramirez. Congratulations! You’ve earned it’.
The man flicked a nearby switch, the soft hum of electricity growing louder by the second. ’Oh shit! Ramirez thought. This is one messed up f*ck! Ramirez’s skull exploded shortly thereafter, his eyeball’s flying from their sockets onto the glass in front of his now lifeless body.
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Mandalorian2298, Ramirez(Mafia Goon), Has Been Lynched!
It is now Night 2! Send in your Night choices!
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Day ~ 3 “Come to Carcer,” they say. They didn’t say nothing about playing hide-and-seek with some pussy.
Dominic, or ‘Satanist’ as he was known amongst fellow gang-members, was growing tired of this game. For two days and two nights he had been scouring Carcer for a man known as ‘The Tramp’. Starkweather insisted that he was found and killed, as he bore witness to a rather nasty beating of a reporter. Although Dominic suggested that since the Tramp was almost always drunk, he couldn’t possibly remember the incident. Starkweather, on the other hand, responded by saying that anyone can remember anything, if they really want to.
So, that’s how he ended up in the slums of the town, wondering around with an almost drunken demeanor. Just as Dominic was about to turn in, he caught some movement in the corner of his eye. Shambling around the street corner, singing at the top of his lungs and waving the bottle of brandy clutched in his hands, the Tramp seemed oblivious to Dominic’s presence, only pausing once or twice to draw breath and continue his drunken tirade.
Melding into the shadows, Dominic snuck up behind the old man, getting close enough to hear his breathing. Pulling a knife, he grabbed the Tramp and placed the knife at his throat.
‘Good evening me amigo. Perhaps you and I can have a little chat’.
‘Say wha?' the drunk responded, clearly oblivious to the danger he was in.
Sighing, Dominic shoved the man roughly onto the ground, pulling out his gun, a Browning 9 millimeter Hi-Power, he stuffed the barrel roughly down the man’s throat.
’f*ck this!’ Dominic thought, pulling the trigger three times, the bullets punching through the back of the man’s skull, spraying flesh and blood aplenty on himself and the sidewalk. Unsatisfied, Dominic grabbed his knife, using the nine-inch long rusty blade to gouge out the man’s eyeballs.
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Pancakemix, The Tramp(Townie), Has Been Killed!
It Is Now Day 3! With 8 Alive It Takes 5 To Lynch!
Dominic, or ‘Satanist’ as he was known amongst fellow gang-members, was growing tired of this game. For two days and two nights he had been scouring Carcer for a man known as ‘The Tramp’. Starkweather insisted that he was found and killed, as he bore witness to a rather nasty beating of a reporter. Although Dominic suggested that since the Tramp was almost always drunk, he couldn’t possibly remember the incident. Starkweather, on the other hand, responded by saying that anyone can remember anything, if they really want to.
So, that’s how he ended up in the slums of the town, wondering around with an almost drunken demeanor. Just as Dominic was about to turn in, he caught some movement in the corner of his eye. Shambling around the street corner, singing at the top of his lungs and waving the bottle of brandy clutched in his hands, the Tramp seemed oblivious to Dominic’s presence, only pausing once or twice to draw breath and continue his drunken tirade.
Melding into the shadows, Dominic snuck up behind the old man, getting close enough to hear his breathing. Pulling a knife, he grabbed the Tramp and placed the knife at his throat.
‘Good evening me amigo. Perhaps you and I can have a little chat’.
‘Say wha?' the drunk responded, clearly oblivious to the danger he was in.
Sighing, Dominic shoved the man roughly onto the ground, pulling out his gun, a Browning 9 millimeter Hi-Power, he stuffed the barrel roughly down the man’s throat.
’f*ck this!’ Dominic thought, pulling the trigger three times, the bullets punching through the back of the man’s skull, spraying flesh and blood aplenty on himself and the sidewalk. Unsatisfied, Dominic grabbed his knife, using the nine-inch long rusty blade to gouge out the man’s eyeballs.
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Pancakemix, The Tramp(Townie), Has Been Killed!
It Is Now Day 3! With 8 Alive It Takes 5 To Lynch!
Last edited by XenHu on Sat May 19, 2007 8:33 pm, edited 2 times in total.