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P-Sleazy · 06-08-2007, 06:41 PM

"Yea? So what if I'm Cult?" Said Sithdarth. "You all had a blast at my party last night didn't you?"

The town looked amongst eachother, silently agreeing with him on this, but to keep up appearances replied, "well...yea, but that also cost us 3 lives."

"Whats 3 lives to a great night out?"

The town again was amids uncertainty. "FUCK YOU" Said one towns person, and suddenly the town, caught in the fun, started wailing on Sithdarth, The bouncer owner of a club/former guitarist cause the new ones better, Rockstar Cult Aligned to his death.

His music shall live on in our hearts.

Night 4 is now.

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Ecurt was on a business trip to London and was flying back to the states when he met a man named LHN, who happened to be the pilot. There were three other people on this flight, all passangers. Somewhere along the plane flight, over new england, 2 people opened the air lock and jumped out. Ecurt, wondering what was going on, went towards the cockpit to ask the pilot what was going on. Upon entering the cockpit, the third passanger ran out and jumped out the door aswell. Ecurt, more confused, went into the cockpit to find LHN, vanilla Townie, Town Aligned dead, with a bullet through the head. Ecurt, terrified of being the last person left on board the flight looked for another parachute but there was none left. The engines began to die and Ecurt, knowing what had just transpired on the flight, sat down in his seat, folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes. Ecurt, The UBER calm, calculating Cult Head, cult aligned is dead.

Upon landing, the two figures which jumped out of the plane first were immediately attacked. The target was the one who was in charge. The attacker pulled a pistol on him and shot. The bullet passed through the mans arm, narrowly escaping the mortal wound of a bullet in the heart. The attacker was wearing a fairly poorly made vigilantish costume. This poorly dressed man then quickly dissappeared as he only brought one bullet with him. He had hit his target and assumed him for dead. Lucky for the man who got shot, a doctor heard the bullet and came to lick(heal) his wounds.

It is now Day 5. 8 to lynch. GO!

06-08-2007, 06:41 PM	#593
P-Sleazy Can Summon Sparkles by Posing! Join Date: May 2004 Location: Kinging it up! Posts: 2,339	"Yea? So what if I'm Cult?" Said Sithdarth. "You all had a blast at my party last night didn't you?" The town looked amongst eachother, silently agreeing with him on this, but to keep up appearances replied, "well...yea, but that also cost us 3 lives." "Whats 3 lives to a great night out?" The town again was amids uncertainty. "FUCK YOU" Said one towns person, and suddenly the town, caught in the fun, started wailing on Sithdarth, The bouncer owner of a club/former guitarist cause the new ones better, Rockstar Cult Aligned to his death. His music shall live on in our hearts. Night 4 is now. ----------------------------- Ecurt was on a business trip to London and was flying back to the states when he met a man named LHN, who happened to be the pilot. There were three other people on this flight, all passangers. Somewhere along the plane flight, over new england, 2 people opened the air lock and jumped out. Ecurt, wondering what was going on, went towards the cockpit to ask the pilot what was going on. Upon entering the cockpit, the third passanger ran out and jumped out the door aswell. Ecurt, more confused, went into the cockpit to find LHN, vanilla Townie, Town Aligned dead, with a bullet through the head. Ecurt, terrified of being the last person left on board the flight looked for another parachute but there was none left. The engines began to die and Ecurt, knowing what had just transpired on the flight, sat down in his seat, folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes. Ecurt, The UBER calm, calculating Cult Head, cult aligned is dead. Upon landing, the two figures which jumped out of the plane first were immediately attacked. The target was the one who was in charge. The attacker pulled a pistol on him and shot. The bullet passed through the mans arm, narrowly escaping the mortal wound of a bullet in the heart. The attacker was wearing a fairly poorly made vigilantish costume. This poorly dressed man then quickly dissappeared as he only brought one bullet with him. He had hit his target and assumed him for dead. Lucky for the man who got shot, a doctor heard the bullet and came to lick(heal) his wounds. It is now Day 5. 8 to lynch. GO! __________________ The King is your new master now. Totally returning for the Summer: a mafia Game: Sign ups HERE! Last edited by P-Sleazy; 06-10-2007 at 09:11 PM.