08-24-2007, 06:58 AM | #151 |
I will crush your economy.
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Yes it does.
UNVOTE : B_REAL_SHADOWS
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08-24-2007, 08:53 AM | #152 | |
This was a triumph
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08-24-2007, 09:25 AM | #153 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Unvote: Hikari
Vote: Luna I suppose I better be consistent across games. This is an evil that must be wiped out. |
08-24-2007, 12:08 PM | #154 |
The REAL Lord of the Dance
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Final Vote Count
Lunaknight (6) PinkBunny Hikari MaskedJedi Rygar BHS Nayno Hikari (3) Sheb ApeBoy OctoberRaven B_real (2) IHMN LHN ApeBoy (1) B_real BHS (1) Cephrir Tendronai (1) Captain Combustible Also just as a quick note for people roleclaiming. I don't care if they roleclaim or say that I told them they have such-and-such role, but do not quote the PM I sent you directly. That way the game is still based on "your word" with no concrete proof unless I say so myself in a post. With the day drawing into the early noon the group had finally decided that Lunaknight was one of the criminals out on the loose. They gathered into a mob of angry New Yorkers, armed themselves with various weapons, and stormed up to Lunaknight's mansion. The mob burst in through the door and began searching the house for the man they would soon lynch. Suddenly, one of the bookshelves in the library slid across to the room to reveal a hidden passageway. Moments later, the mob heard a loud cackling, maniac laughter as a man in a green and purple costume flew into the room on a Goblin Glider. "I see I have unwanted guests! Even Parkers loved ones have made it. Good. You all shall die! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! The masked menace began flying around the room hurling pumpkin bombs at the mob as they dove for cover and began frantically making wild attempts to shoot the crazed-costumed man. As luck would have it, it didn't take long before two crack shots were able to shoot the man directly in the chest and fell off the Goblin Glider. As the crowd of people surrounded him they saw him coughing up blood as he experienced his final moments alive. The man looked around the room and quietly said "Tell Harry I'm sorry....." as Lunaknight, Norman Osborn (Green Goblin - Mafia Don) died. A funeral was held later that evening for the recently departed and most of the town was able to attend. Despite the facts, most people were filled with sadness or at least pity. However one person was filled with anger and had nothing but revenge on his mind. The funeral service ended and night began in New York City. Night 1 begins! Everyone with a nightrole send in your PMs you have roughly 48 hours no exceptions! |
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cheese!!!!!!!!
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deathpost:You aren't supposed to talk at night.also good job everyone for realizing I am don.
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08-26-2007, 06:49 AM | #156 |
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Night 1
Early in the evening Sheb was the last to leave Norman Osborn's funeral. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he contemplated what to do next in his life. Everything he knew was shattered and ruined. His own father had just died and people had the nerve to try and ruin the Osborn good name by declaring his father was the Green Goblin. Sheb went back home to the Osborn mansion and walked into the dark empty household and headed straight into his father's study. He looked over various journals and notebooks for what seemed like hours. Later in the evening he finally heard a voice behind him. "Find anything interesting Harry? said the mysterious man in the shadows. "Who the hell are you? Were you the one who set my father up and got him killed?" Sheb replied with hate as he quickly looked for where he father kept a gun in one of the drawers but noticed it was already missing. "Sorry kid. Normally I don't do this to those who are as young as you, but you're headed down a path you won't return from. The Goblin legacy ends here." he said as he put 8 bullets into Sheb, Harry Osborn - Townie. As Harry died the man drew the missing gun from his trenchcoat and laid it near the body. As the man began to walk out of the Osborn mansion he wondered whether he could blame poor Harry for seeking revenge. After all, wasn't that his entire motivation now? After the funeral had ended, B_real_shadows had left to go back home. Instead of hailing for a taxi like everyone else, however, he decided to get a breath of fresh air and walk home. He knew New York City well enough and figured everything would calm down by now. Unfortunately he was wrong. As he walked past a narrow alley a red tendril whipped out from the darkness, pulled him into the alley, and slammed him into the wall. "What do you want? Here! Take my wallet! Please just don't hurt me!" exclaimed B_real_shadows as he put his hands in front of him as if to shield him. "What do I want? I want this town to become my murderous hedonism. Feel lucky I chose you first! I want to see your flesh torn from your body and your organs spread across this alley." "That's not going to happen!" said someone else turning down the alleyway and punching the monster over B_real_shadows. A fierce battle ensued as the large man fought the creature to the point when it looked like it grew bored of the fight and used it's tendrils to retreat to the top of one of the buildings. "Thank you so much! You saved my life!" B_real_shadows said to his mysterious savior. "Don't worry about it. I've dealt with lunatics worse than him back in Harlem. This one is for free." With that the two men went their separate ways. Later that evening, four figures sat in an abadoned warehouse near the docks. Each of them had known of Norman Osborn's identity as the Green Goblin prior to his death that day. They argued amongst themselves about what should be done next. "Norman is dead, but now we are in control. The plan will still work." said one of the four taking control of the situation. They eventually agreed to follow through with the current plan. The next day the town awoke to find Hikari, Mary Jane Watson-Parker - Townie dead in her home. Although there was a decent struggle that was attempted by the late Mrs. Parker, it appeared as though she had succumbed to signs of strangulation. Day 2 Begins! Deadline is sometime Wednesday. |
08-26-2007, 07:49 AM | #157 |
In need of a vacation
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VOTE: Karesh
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08-26-2007, 07:56 AM | #158 | |
I will crush your economy.
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08-26-2007, 08:52 AM | #159 |
In need of a vacation
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Who was Mr.G.Williams then?
Eh, Unvote, Vote: Mr.G.Williams.
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DFM, Demon seed of Hell who fuels its incredible power by butchering little girls and feeding on their innocence.
Demetrius, Dark clown of the netherworld, a being of incalculable debauchery and a soulless, faceless evil as old as time itself. Zilla, The chick. ~DFM Wii bishie bishie kawaii baka! ~ Fifthfiend |
08-26-2007, 09:20 AM | #160 |
Sims on fiah
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Any reason why?
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