08-24-2006, 07:21 PM | #281 |
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He left... without killing me. Can nothing get this game moving again?
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08-24-2006, 07:23 PM | #282 |
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Hm. good question, let me check something.
[Edit] With Ryanderman's permission, we kill him now, with a fancy death scene, then everyone send in their night votes to pope. agreed? Pope and I wrote a very pretty death-to-Ryanderman together, as per his request. The Don lounged in his chair, tired from a long day of discussions about the snitches in the air. In ran Marco DeLeonardo waving some papers. "Lookie what I got here, boss! I snuck out when they were lookin' for me after I let it slip who I was, but I got some evidence on our spy! it's Vinchenzo Pichorili!" Not two seconds later, Vinchenzo Pichorili burst in the door, sobbing. "Boss! I'm sorry, I know I did wrong, I couldn't help it! they forced me into it, and I-" "According to these papers, after we killed the initial snitch leader, you Volunteered for the job. So, I am having some... difficulty with your sob story." Vinchenzo Pichorili straightened up suddenly, then contorted his face. "Let's make this memorable then!" And pulled out his pistol, and leveled it at the don. In a snap, Vinchenzo Pichorili 's brains were splattered against the far wall as Marco whipped out his pistol and blew his brains out, quicker than the eye. "Guess I still got my gun skill, eh boss?" Marco said with a grin. "I'll get back to work for you." Marco smiled, waved his pistol casually in the air, and walked out with a whistle on his voice. "I'll send the cleaning crew in for this one on my way out." Ryanderman is dead. Send your night roles to pope! ((Sorry pope, I HAD to post it! =D))
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08-24-2006, 07:33 PM | #283 |
Beard of Leadership
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Works for me. Thanks *dies*
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08-24-2006, 07:44 PM | #284 |
Gigity
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Everyone, a round of aplause for Nikose.
My little minion on earth! I was posting it when you ninja'd me you bastards. XD XD XD
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08-24-2006, 07:55 PM | #285 |
Trash Goblin
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...I'm sigging that.
Send in your night Roles, Night has begun!
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08-25-2006, 01:56 AM | #286 | |
Objectively The Third Worst
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Just wondering if we are allowed to post with the same rules as the last time we could?(I'll delete this if it's a no)
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08-25-2006, 07:50 AM | #287 |
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The voice of the minion:
I'd say yes, but nothing spammy. I think we all know the next step the mafia will take. |
08-25-2006, 03:01 PM | #288 |
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Oddest feeling that I'm gonna die tonight...
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08-26-2006, 06:55 PM | #289 |
Gigity
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IHMN walks out of the donut shop, munching way happily. A brick wrapped in paper fell out of an upper story window, with a note reading, "Just a gift from your friendly neighborhood wolf!
He is fairly surprised, the brick only missed him by a couple of inches. He whistles, that was close. He looks at the ground and sees a hundred dollar bill. WOW! It's my lucky day! You'd think that wouldn't you. The silenced pistol makes no noise as IHMN: The snitch falls dead to the earth. Across town the Don races to get to Fenris' apartment. AS he arrives, he heaves a sigh of dismay....Fenris "the mole" is led out to a waiting police cruiser....another victim of the snitches. 1 more snitch and the bad guys win....which is good, in this game. BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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08-26-2006, 08:38 PM | #290 |
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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I'd like to say, never ever listen to my gut feelings, ever.
Also that I am at a loss for what to do now.
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