08-28-2007, 06:59 AM | #281 |
Sent to the cornfield
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Unvote: ApeBoy
Vote: Doc Oh well, if Apeboy mafia we can hit him tommorow. He stuck his life on it. |
08-28-2007, 08:15 AM | #282 |
In need of a vacation
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Roy did you get Mr.G signed up and he isn't really even playing? Is that what is so funny?
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08-28-2007, 10:30 AM | #283 |
The REAL Lord of the Dance
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Sorry for the lateness, Final Vote Count...
Doc ock rokc (11) Tendronai Demetrius Ape Boy OctoberRaven Pink Bunny Roy D Mylote Nayno Masked Jedi LHN CC BHS Ape Boy (1) B real Demetrius (1) Doc ock rokc With New York City in a massive uproar over the events that occured in the past 24 hours, a large group of citizens decided to take it upon themselves to go after Doc ock rokc. They made their way to an abandoned warehouse near the docks and burst through the doors. Inside, there was a big table set up in the middle which seemed out of place with five chairs around it. Ontop of the table itself were numerous blueprints which were designs to various complicated machines and devices. "Do not touch those! Your feeble minds couldn't possibly understand their purpose in our plans." said a man dressed in a large brown trenchcoat coming out from the shadows deep in the warehouse. "Our plans huh? I guess that means you're one of the criminals." said a voice from the mob. The man replied, "Criminal? No, you merely misunderstand my intentions. I am a genius not a criminal. You all shall die for that petty insult!" as 4 mechanical arms burst forth from out of the man's trenchcoat lashing at the people in the mob. The people scattered across the warehouse as they were being chased by the arms which moved faster than they could run. Luckily one of the people that had come to the warehouse had managed to bring their gun with them. When the man's attention was distracted by another group of people they opened fire on the man with the mechanical arms as he fell quickly from being shot. The people went over to the body and discovered that Doc ock rokc, Otto Octavius (Doctor Octopus - 3rd Mafiate) had died. Night 2 begins. 48 hours for all night roles. |
08-28-2007, 07:02 PM | #284 |
...Really?
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Death post: plebeians...you only pushed....our plans further!!!!! ( and ya i did lie but I'm a villein its what i do!
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08-29-2007, 10:05 AM | #285 |
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Night 2
Cephrir was working late on his computer for work. He had just stumbled upon some interesting facts and during the night was able to get confirmation on some data that would help the citizens of New York City fight back against the criminals. Just as Cephrir sent his email into work, which was an article to be put in the paper the next morning, the front door to his home was kicked in. A man ran in wearing dark clothes, except for a white insignia on his chest, and a long black trenchcoat and immediately ran up to Cephrir before he could even get up from his chair. "Tell me Mr. Ben Urich, who's your contact?" said the man pressing a gun against Cephrir's temple. "You know well enough I can't give out that information! Please I'm helping us out. You just have to trust me and give me time to find the rest of the leads I have." said Cephrir. "Those are two things I happen to be low on at this moment. Time and trust." said the man as he put a bullet in Cephrir's head execution style. The man checked the corpse to confirm indeed that Cephrir, Ben Urich (Investigative Journalist) was dead. The man quickly left the home as he heard shouts coming from the neighbors about the loud noise. Night had come and the three remaining figures instead met deep within the sewers of New York City and decided on a new course of action. One that would enable them to gain the upper hand over the people of New York City. Barrel-Hating Sycophant was walking down the street late at night to pick up some groceries. Of course at the last moment when the time had come to make cookies at home, Barrel-Hating Sycophant realized there were no ingredients left and had to run out to the store to get more. After returning from the store Barrel-Hating Sycophant had decided to take a shortcut instead of going the usual route. After wandering around in a bad neighborhood for a while, Barrel-Hating Sycophant turned down a dark lit street and noticed as a tall man dressed in dark blue/black clothes was coming from the opposite direction on the sidewalk. As the two passed the man seemed to purposefully bump into Barrel-Hating Sycophant. "What on earth was that for young man! Have you no manners?" said Barrel-Hating Sycophant as she began to pick up her groceries. When she looked back up the man was gone and in his place was a dark blue/black monster with a long tongue dangling from a row of razor sharp teeth. The monster merely smiled at her for a moment before reaching down and grabbing the poor defenseless woman. Suddenly his attention was turned as another monster, very similar except without the long tongue and instead was a mixture of red and black jumped down from the rooftops at the two. "Hey daddy! I've been looking all over for this old bag. Cmon let's kill her together for old times sake just like a real family. said the newest monster while Barrel-Hating Sycophant began trying to fight back against both of her attackers but to no avail. "Wrong, this one is ours!" said the other monster as he let Barrel-Hating Sycophant go. She turned to run but was suddenly impaled and crushed by the goo that seemed to fly off both of the monsters at her. Unfortunately this was the end for Barrel-Hating Sycophant, Aunt May Parker - Townie. The two creatures then began fighting amongst themselves taking quite a delight in bashing each other up. In the end though neither one of them gained the upper ground and finally they parted ways after they got separated in the massive battle that ensued. The next day as Mr.G.Williams was let out of jail by Police Captain George Stacy the early edition of the Daily Bugle ran. In the major headlines was the following. "Ben Urich executed last night while uncovering the truth about Ape Boy, Aleksei Sytsevich (Rhino - 5th Mafiate) Clone!!!" The article goes on to explain in depth Ben Urich's findings before his untimely demise last night revealing solid evidence against this person. Day 3 Begins! Deadline is sometime Saturday. Last edited by Moogle0119; 08-29-2007 at 10:14 AM. |
08-29-2007, 10:15 AM | #286 | |
I will crush your economy.
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08-29-2007, 10:20 AM | #287 |
This was a triumph
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Ah well, at least I get to use my ability now.
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08-29-2007, 10:20 AM | #288 | ||
Not bull****ting you
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08-29-2007, 10:23 AM | #289 |
I will crush your economy.
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I think it was more a reference to how Venom and Carnage are similar, since Ape Boy got referenced as a Clone.
As an aside, I don't think we should end the day until Dem can post his theory.
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08-29-2007, 10:29 AM | #290 | |
This was a triumph
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