Open 527 - Hard Boiled: Dixon Hill's Maudlin Madness

[1baldeagle1]

Scum read on Nat and TF by gut.

[1baldeagle1]

Who is scum then, NS?

[Natirasha]

k

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Someone just hammer me because it's clear this wagon isn't going to go off of me

I was going to keep my vote off you for now, but you're little "I'm always scummy" act was a trigger. Stop doing that in the future, okay?

[notscience]

Did you miss my post last page about the people who metaread me as a case on me to vote having at least 1 scum between them?

It's easier to act scummy then act insanely protown

[Sound of Silence]

Unvote

need to confer

.

Was this too much to ask?

[Natirasha]

Was this too much to ask?

Sorry, my last post RE: triggers is my excuse.

It's easier to act scummy then act insanely protown

Yes, I use to think the same way. Thankfully, some would say I figured out how to play better. I recommend you just start shadowing my play--you can have chaotic, spammy play without being blatantly anti-town.

[SalmonellaDoctor]

I hate to say I told you so, but...

[Mac]

Ok, tracker follow Mac tonight, you guys should be able to take it from here. I'm 100% sure that I'm dead tonight so good luck. If NS is town, look at DS tomorrow.

VOTE: Notscience

Please flip scum.

this was terrible plz dont do this in future.

TRACKER ON ME, PARTY CENTRAL!

[Syryana]

Votecount 1.7

notscience ( 7 ): Cephrir, Natirasha, Bert, SalmonellaDoctor, TheIrishPope, 1baldeagle1, Mac (LYNCH!)
Trolling Fairy ( 1 ): Cait Sith
Bert ( 1 ): Trolling Fairy
Not Voting ( 4 ): Violent Saxophone, BROseidon, notscience, Sound of Silence

With 13 alive, it takes 7 to lynch.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-15 11:54:00)

Lynch achieved. Mod scene and flip forthcoming.

[Syryana]

"What shall we do, sir?" Data queried.

"What the hell do you think we're going to do, Data? We're going after those damned Moriarties and we're getting some justice!" Hill stormed out the door as he spoke. Data hurried along behind him.

"But sir, we should use caution in our pursuit. They have almost total control of the holodeck and we do not know what they are currently capable of-"

"I don't give a damn what they can do, Mr. Data! I'm going to tear them apart!" Hill roared.

"Sir, look-" Data cried as Hill unwittingly stepped onto a strange symbol; two hemispheres, one red, one white with a gray circle dividing the two. Hill winked out of sight.

Hill's vision blurred. It appeared that his vision was alternating black and white in a sort of spiral; it was a most dizzying experience. Suddenly some rather loud music began to play as his vision began to fade. It wasn't that loud, but it certainly was... distinctive.

Suddenly a strange creature appeared before him. It was the oddest looking creature: it looked rather like a blue, black and purple bug, very short with two yellow antennae. "And who the devil are you?" Hill demanded.

The wee little creature winked at him and said "I'm your friend! I'm sure we'll have lots of great adventures together!"

Hill's jaw sagged. The little bug was talking to him? He must be going mad. He quickly took hold of himself. This was the holodeck gone wrong, that's all it was. "So, um, have you seen Moriarty around?"

"Nope!" the bug squeaked.

"Well, then, how do I get out of here?"

The bug looked confused.

"Damn it all, do you know ANYTHING?!" Hill raged. His temper was decidedly thin.

"Come on man, I'm a bug Pokemon, you know I'm completely useless!" the little bug chided.

Hill stared. "What the devil is a pokey... never mind. How-" Hill cut off as a voice behind him cried "I choose you, Charizard!" Hill whipped about in time to see a great orange dragon appear in front of him. This was preposterous! Even the thing's tail was on fire! He looked back at the small creature. "Now what the hell am I supposed to do?" he barked at the thing.

"Well, you're supposed to battle. If you win, you go back to your place. But your chances aren't good, I'm a bug Pokemon and I haaaaaate fire!" The creature shuddered. "But I'll do my very best! I'll be the best there ever was! *doo doo doo, dodododo* But only just becauuuuuuuuuuse~"

"To hell with this!" Hill shouted. He pulled a phaser from his trench coat pocket, set it to "balefire" and proceeded to blast the dragon AND the pipsqueak that summoned it from existence. He aimed it at the little bug, who abruptly stopped singing and stared at Hill. "Wait, I'm on your si-" *zap*

Hill smirked. Well, back to proper matters. He began to stride from the field as a large sign appeared in front of him. It read "You have defeated POKE TRAINER ASH! You receive 1200 Pokedollars!" Hill gave a start as he felt something heavy suddenly materialized in his pocket. He removed the object and stared at the large golden coin in his hand. "Do I really get money for killing people? I could get used to this..." Hill looked up with a start as he realized he was no longer in that blastedly cheerful place and Data was once again in front of him.

"Sir, what happened? You disappeared for a moment and I-"

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. Let's go." And they set off once again in search of the Moriarties.

Flip

notscience was lynched Day 1! He was

Vanilla Town!

It is now Night 1. Please submit your Night actions if you have any.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-06 17:30:00)[/area]

[Syryana]

"Are you sure we're going the right way sir?" Data asked. "We've been wandering for hours since you got came back from wherever you teleported to."

"I don't know, Data," Hill said wearily. "All I know is we can't get out of here until Riker fixes the ship and even then I'm not leaving until I wring those bastards' throats. They'll be begging for death before I finish them. I'm going to-"

Before Hill could finish his grisly litany the scene abruptly changed. Data was gone, and Hill was left staring across a narrow stone bridge at a gigantic flaming demon wielding a whip. "Dammit, haven't there been enough of these giant flaming creatures yet?" Hill muttered. Before he could pull out his phaser however, the creature roared and jumped at him. Apparently the thing had either poor depth perception or terrible jumping ability; it landed about four feet in front of him. The stone bridge cracked under the weight, sending the creature howling into the abyss.

"Well, that was easy," Hill turned about to see Will Riker, Reginald Barclay, and a three-foot tall axe-bearing Mr. Worf. Accompanying them were four children: it appeared to be Guinan, Lieutenant Ro, Keiko O'brien and Wesley Crusher, all at the age of 12!

The Crusher boy looked remarkably like Hill at a young age, really. Suddenly Hill heard a sharp crack and felt pain at his ankle; that wretched demon had snagged him with the whip! Hill fell, clutching at the remnants of the stone bridge for support. His phaser and fedora tumbled into the abyss; he barely kept himself from following them. He LOVED that hat! He saw Wesley attempt to run to help him, only for Riker to hold him back. Hill opened his mouth to shout for help, but unexpected words burst forth instead....

Wesley adopted a look of pure horror as Hill uttered those words. Hill couldn't believe it himself, especially not after what those damned Moriarties did to Beverly. He lost his grip on the bridge in his shock, and the last thing he heard as he plummeted down was Wesley's screams of "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

As Hill plummeted to the depths of the earth, strange music began to play in his head. "Not this again," Hill groaned. At least it was much higher quality this time. His eyes brightened as he saw another object tumbling down just ahead of him: his fedora! He made a lunge for it and crammed it back on his head, feeling better than he had in quite some time. He also spied the phaser, but it hit a rock and shattered before he could reach it. At least he got the fedora back. Phasers could be replaced. He saw a spark of light ahead; that could only be that flaming creature that dragged him down here.

"Time to deal with this," Hill said grimly. Choral singing in his ears, he angled to meet the creature.

Some time later, Hill grinned evilly. It was a long, intense struggle, but he had the creature right where he wanted it. It had taken him something like two days (and somehow they were still falling), but now he had him. Steam poured out of the creature's ears and a tinge of fear appeared on its brutal face when it looked at Hill. It had also realized the predicament it was in.

"There's really nothing you can do," Hill said. "It's checkmate in two. There isn't a move you can make to stop it now."

The creature grimaced at the chessboard. And with one giant talon, knocked over the black king. With that, Hill and the creature, now dead, fell into the snow with a muffled *whump*.

Hill looked about in bewilderment, both at his vanquished enemy and at his surroundings. "I just killed a demon by beating it at chess, and I fell down a giant hole for two days to end up on top of a mountain? What the hell will happen now?" It seemed Hill would not get transported back to Data this time without some further influence. He looked about the mountaintop for some means of getting away but he found nothing. The sides were sheer and there was naught on the peak but snow and the corpse of the demon. Hill considered tearing the wings off the corpse, but he doubted they would provide the lift he needed to fly. Suddenly an idea came to him from some dark corner of his mind. He whistled.

Immediately, a giant eagle erupted from the clouds below. Screaming fiercely, the lord of the skies trumpeted its clarion call at the astonished Dixon Hill. Clearly it intended to alight on the peak and carry him off. Hill sighed with relief as his salvation winged its glorious way toward him.

Abruptly, the eagle smashed into some unseen barrier about forty feet from the peak. Its neck broken, it fell out of sight into the clouds below. Hill stared, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Would these mindless tricks never cease? This place made no sense whatsoever! His vision blurred and he found himself once again with Mr. Data, who had apparently not noticed his captain had disappeared for two whole days.

"I don't know if I can handle this..." Hill muttered.

"What was that, sir?" Data asked.

"Nothing. Let's go."

Somewhere far away, a fruity man dressed in the Crown Jewels smiled.

Relevant Info

Mac has died! He was the

Town Hider!

1baldeagle1 has died! He was the

Town Psychologist!

It is now Day 2. With 10 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-20 20:15:00)[/area]

[Syryana]

Votecount 2.1

Not Voting ( 10 ): Trolling Fairy, Sound of Silence, Cephrir, Violent Saxophone, Natirasha, Bert, BROseidon, SalmonellaDoctor, TheIrishPope, Cait Sith

With 10 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-20 20:15:00)

[Cait Sith]

Mac hid behind the claimed psychologist?

I need a drink.

[Natirasha]

Can't say I wasn't expecting the baldeagle kill. Remind me to rage some more at TIP later.

This is the part where the tracker claims, yes?

Edit: what, Cait?

[Cait Sith]

I need to talk to Mala but I know that we both don't like Bert.

We need jiffy to post to feel better about our weak town read on Sax.

I think Bert is our biggest scum read though. That's probably where our vote will go.

[Cait Sith]

Can't say I wasn't expecting the baldeagle kill. Remind me to rage some more at TIP later.

This is the part where the tracker claims, yes?

Edit: what, Cait?

Well the only way they both died is if Mac hid behind baldeagle and they killed baldeagle.

But we all knew baldeagle was going to be the nightkill so why would he hide behind him?

[Natirasha]

? Hider dies if they hide behind scum as well I thought?

[Cait Sith]

OH.

[Cait Sith]

You're right nevermind. Carry on.

[TheIrishPope]

I wasn't killed?
Scum must love me

[Natirasha]

I wasn't killed?
Scum must love me

I wonder why.

[Sound of Silence]

I'm going to state the obvious just because.

If the tracker tracked Mac to eagle, obviously YOU SHOULDN'T OUT just so you can share that.

If you tracked him to another player, then consider whether it makes more sense to crumb (SUBTLY) or to claim and out your result.

[BROseidon]

? Hider dies if they hide behind scum as well I thought?

It's funny that you point this out. Because he hid behind you.

VOTE: Natirasha

[Bert]

Vote: Natirasha

[Bert]

Also, Mala I don't know why people read me as scum because of inactivity

At least let me get settled

I didn't expect ns to be QL like that. I was just starting to settle as an individual player without hydra

Ok??