Mini 1630: Edgar Allan Poe uPick GAME OVER!

[Catastrophe]

Krystal, do you have more to say or are you ready to go to night?

--tool.

[Krystal Bald]

Krystal, do you have more to say

*Nods.*
*Grimaces.*
*Shrugs.*
*Points at Medea the Alien and draws a finger across her throat.*
*Covers one eye and puts her face so close to copper's face that the other eye is touching it.*

ready to go to night

*Nods.*

[Catastrophe]

VOTE: Kthxbye

--tool.

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.5

Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.

...

Kthxbye

(5): TierShift, BRantz, xRECKONERx, Faster Than Light, Catastrophe

Medea the Alien

(1): CaskOfAmontillado

Not Voting

(4): Krystal Bald, Kthxbye, Medea the Alien, Ghatokaca, copper223

With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

Deadline: February 4, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-02-03 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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[copper223]

VOTE: Kthx

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 2.6

...

I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Kthxbye

(6): Krystal Bald, TierShift, BRantz, xRECKONERx, Faster Than Light, Catastrophe, copper223

Medea the Alien

(1): CaskOfAmontillado

Not Voting

(3): Kthxbye, Ghatokaca, Medea the Alien

With 11 alive, it takes 6 to lynch.

Deadline: February 4, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-02-03 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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[fferyllt]

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

And Lo, even the angels grow more pale
In a hushed silence of bated breath
For the Conqueror could not but fail
And Death untimely, has met his death.

Kthxbye was the

Morbid-aligned Conqueror Worm.

Night 3 begins now and will end on January 30 at Midnight U.S. Eastern Time

Countdown: (expired on 2015-01-29 21:00:00)

[fferyllt]

Night ends in less than 24 hours.

[fferyllt]

From that mansion, I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon which now shone vividly through that once barely-discernible fissure of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zig-zag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened --there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind --the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight --my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder --there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters --and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER."

Full story here: http://poestories.com/read/houseofusher

BRantz was the

Morbid Aligned House of Usher

[fferyllt]

Vote Count 3.1

Printed in the New York Evening Mirror on January 23, 1845, the poem Epigram for Wall Street is generally accepted as being written by Poe, though it was published anonymously. Interestingly, the title neglected to capitalize "street." The humorous poem of four rhyming couplets advises savvy people interested in gaining wealth. In recent years this poem's authorship has been called into question.

Day Three of this game is dedicated to more of Edgar Allan Poe's less well known poems, starting with Epigram for Wall Street.

Not Voting

(9): Krystal Bald, Catastrophe, xRECKONERx, TierShift, Ghatokaca, copper223, CaskOfAmontillado, Faster Than Light, Medea the Alien

With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch.

Deadline: February 13, Midnight US Eastern Time.

Countdown: (expired on 2015-02-12 21:00:00)

Mod Notes:

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[Ghatokaca]

Vote: Krystal Bald

[Catastrophe]

Cask, anything to report?

[CaskOfAmontillado]

Nope, but I'm confirming with ffery. The non-result was oddly worded.

[copper223]

Assuming one of Cask/FTL is town, I am putting what you said yesterday about acting in my signature after the game.

VOTE: Krystal

[copper223]

Also most of my townreads went down the drain.

[Catastrophe]

So, one of {Copper, Ghato} is scum.

[Catastrophe]

And we don't want a quicklynch today - yes we know Krystal is scum - no we don't need her instantly dead.

-tso

[copper223]

You think I am scum after yesterday? I think you need to play other games.

[T S O]

Me not mentioning Bookitty being on the wagon was meant to give a reaction other than that. *scratches head*

But, yeah, it's 1/3. Lynx's wagon.

[TierShift]

Why is one of copper/ghato scum?
Consider my vote on krystal.

[copper223]

I love the activity of this thread.

@FTL
What did you do yesterday night?

[TierShift]

Coa, what takes you so long?

[CaskOfAmontillado]

From what ffery told me, I think someone either 1) delayed our action or 2) someone else has our results.

[Catastrophe]

Well I guess that could be a town role if your results were stolen. Like maybe somebody thought you would die and so they wanted to grab your results and give them to town themselves.

Are you sure your result didn't just get blocked?

If a townie has the results they should definitely come forward with them.

Copper I don't know why you think you look so obvtown. From where we're sitting you're right up there as being one of the most likely scum. But for the sake of thoroughness, would you care to make an argument for why you're town?

--tool.

[xRECKONERx]

VOTE: krystal