Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:49 pm
@mist I dont think timeater wants me to discorcd :S
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:49 pm
also for future reference ^^@mist means the post above was directed to you
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:14 pm
Planning something during twilight can be tough, so probably for the next night phase. I guess I didn't know if it was your post, the one directly above, or some question I didn't answer, but thanks =L
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:52 pm
I expect all people who target me tonight to claim that fact ASAP tomorrow.
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:05 pm
↑ Mist Beauty wrote:Mod, the player with the firebomb in front of them has no clue about it, how long it stays, and when it is gone, right?
Correct.
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Correct. But man, I wish it did.
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:09 pm
Day 2 | Votecount 8
Fate
(0)flinter
(1) - Junpei [L-5]
Hinduragi
(0)Junpei
(6) - Hinduragi, kiwieagle, Shadow Dancer, flinter, Timeater, Mist Beauty [Lynch]kiwieagle
(0)Mist Beauty
(0)Oversoul
(1) - PeregrineV [L-5]
PeregrineV
(0)Riceballtail
(0)Shadow Dancer
(0)Timeater
(0)Not Voting (2): Riceballtail, Oversoul
Junpei has been lynched!
With 11 alive, it is 6 to lynch
Deadline is
11:00am GMT, 30th October 2011
. That's in (expired on 2011-10-30 06:00:00).---
He did not fight back.
There were vicious rumours being spread about the quiet, unassuming man dressed in white. It did not help matters that the Brotherhood of Light was unwelcome across the Malruian borders. Centuries ago, they had conducted a campaign to bring the Light to those who they felt walked in shadow. It had not gone well.
The Northern Kingdoms had been disunited in those days, little more than a sparse collection of small townships and greedy individuals. But what they lacked in formal strategy, they more than made up for in ferocity. The priests had been chased from town to town by soldiers for whom violence was a way of life: the pampered priesthood's confounding words were no match for the certainty of battle-tested steel.
Those old hatreds were still alive today. The Northern citizens had treated this man with little patience, and even less respect. They said that his was a path of grand delusion, and laughed at the suggestion that his god would receive him into glorious light upon his death. With such attitudes already prevalent within the walls of Llaranastra, it was easy for the Malurians to be blinded to his good will. They banded around him, brandishing their hot anger and lust for bloody justice. He forgave them all silently, saying a prayer for himself. He knew he would not escape alive, but also knew that he would be leaving this world for a better place, somewhere where he could live out his days without fear or anger.
He gave them his final words aloud. He was ready.
There were vicious rumours being spread about the quiet, unassuming man dressed in white. It did not help matters that the Brotherhood of Light was unwelcome across the Malruian borders. Centuries ago, they had conducted a campaign to bring the Light to those who they felt walked in shadow. It had not gone well.
The Northern Kingdoms had been disunited in those days, little more than a sparse collection of small townships and greedy individuals. But what they lacked in formal strategy, they more than made up for in ferocity. The priests had been chased from town to town by soldiers for whom violence was a way of life: the pampered priesthood's confounding words were no match for the certainty of battle-tested steel.
Those old hatreds were still alive today. The Northern citizens had treated this man with little patience, and even less respect. They said that his was a path of grand delusion, and laughed at the suggestion that his god would receive him into glorious light upon his death. With such attitudes already prevalent within the walls of Llaranastra, it was easy for the Malurians to be blinded to his good will. They banded around him, brandishing their hot anger and lust for bloody justice. He forgave them all silently, saying a prayer for himself. He knew he would not escape alive, but also knew that he would be leaving this world for a better place, somewhere where he could live out his days without fear or anger.
He gave them his final words aloud. He was ready.
Junpei, High Priest of the Brotherhood of Light, Traitor to King and Country, Lynched D2
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It is now Night 2. All actions are due to me by
20th October, 07:00AM GMT
. That's in (expired on 2011-10-20 02:00:00).Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:25 am
Apologies, guys, but I think I'm going to have to start D3 later than I'd hoped.
I'm out earlier than usual tomorrow, and so the daystart will probably be delayed until I get back, some time around 6-7pm GMT. If I get anything done tonight, I might be able to post it all super-fast tomorrow in the morning, but it's more likely that I'll stay in bed for an extra ten mins instead
I'm out earlier than usual tomorrow, and so the daystart will probably be delayed until I get back, some time around 6-7pm GMT. If I get anything done tonight, I might be able to post it all super-fast tomorrow in the morning, but it's more likely that I'll stay in bed for an extra ten mins instead
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:34 am
A Silent Morning
Before the sun has even thought about rising, the Llaranastra marketplace is a bustling hive of activity.
Merchants and visiting farmers set out their stalls, warming their hands around fresh food, smoking from the hot coals. Small children run water from the well to the inns, receiving a copper token in return. Fat moustachioed men and tall lumbering women sell toys and sweet things to them, whilst old women with walkingstick arms cluck and shoo as the young ones bound about the streets.
Guards changed posts every hour or so; it was said that the Llaranastrian guards had no predetermined time during which this change would occur, to prevent those with a view to a quick profit from capitalising on routine. Their silver armour clunked and clattered as they climbed the walls and toured the streets.
As always, there were the Criers, shouting their apocalypse threats from street corners, each with a version their own. Guards hurried them along where they could, but often it was easier to let them shout themselves hoarse and be done with it. Mixed in amongst the yells of the rest of the city, these doomsayers' voices made little difference.
But even with all this disturbance, today's morning sounded somehow quiet.
There were no crowds, no screams, no shouts of bloody murder.
In fact, there was no death at all.
Merchants and visiting farmers set out their stalls, warming their hands around fresh food, smoking from the hot coals. Small children run water from the well to the inns, receiving a copper token in return. Fat moustachioed men and tall lumbering women sell toys and sweet things to them, whilst old women with walkingstick arms cluck and shoo as the young ones bound about the streets.
Guards changed posts every hour or so; it was said that the Llaranastrian guards had no predetermined time during which this change would occur, to prevent those with a view to a quick profit from capitalising on routine. Their silver armour clunked and clattered as they climbed the walls and toured the streets.
As always, there were the Criers, shouting their apocalypse threats from street corners, each with a version their own. Guards hurried them along where they could, but often it was easier to let them shout themselves hoarse and be done with it. Mixed in amongst the yells of the rest of the city, these doomsayers' voices made little difference.
But even with all this disturbance, today's morning sounded somehow quiet.
There were no crowds, no screams, no shouts of bloody murder.
In fact, there was no death at all.
No one died N2
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:40 am
Day 3 | Votecount 0
Fate
(0)flinter
(0)Hinduragi
(0)kiwieagle
(0)Mist Beauty
(0)Oversoul
(0)PeregrineV
(0)Riceballtail
(0)Shadow Dancer
(0)Timeater
(0)Not Voting (10): Fate, flinter, Hinduragi, kiwieagle, Mist Beauty, Oversoul, PeregrineV, Riceballtail, Shadow Dancer, Timeater
With 10 alive, it is 6 to lynch
Deadline is
10:30pm GMT, 3rd November 2011
. That's in (expired on 2011-11-03 17:30:00).Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:48 am
Must...
Not...
Curse...
Not...
Curse...
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:26 am
Mist, claim bone result NOW.
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:27 am
Hey Mist. I asked the mod about your ability. It stole Fate's protection from him tonight so I protected him.
Vote: Mist
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:28 am
HINDU RBT WAS SUPPOSED TO CLAIM TODAY. >_>
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:29 am
RBT CLAIM YOU MOTHERFLIPPING LURKER
/end caps.
How was everyone's respite?
/end caps.
How was everyone's respite?
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:38 am
OS, did you read my post?
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:39 am
How do you know that, Hind? Explain.
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:50 am
I asked the mod about your ability
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:51 am
That doesnt answer bullshit you know it.
What did he say about lifedrain?
Quit being evasive.
What did he say about lifedrain?
Quit being evasive.
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:56 am
Targeted Fate.
Though I was intimidated by Flinter. NERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
@AV
Though I was intimidated by Flinter. NERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Vote: flinter
@AV
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:57 am
I really dislike the way tim got onto the Junpei wagon. While others were positive about it, Tim for a long time he focussed on mist ("she has 2 in life drain!"). But what is really damning to me, is the amount of times Tim says that he thinks the wagon is going wrong, or Junpei is town. Just compare it to everybody else on the game, and Tim becomes the biggest opposer of the Junpei wagon. And surprise surprise, that's where Tim does end up.
Apart from that, it's notable that Tim has had very little suspects throughout the past days. For someone with that many posts, it's surprising that his main suspects have been Junpei, Me for most of both days, with Mist (who he didn't vote) and kiwi as intermezzo's. It doesn't seem like tim is actually investigating the players in this game.
vote Timeater
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:57 am
@AVDoes lifedrain apply to the user night it is used?
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:58 am
Its fate/flinter probably
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:59 am
flinter you are serioulsy down syndrome if you are town
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:08 pm
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:09 pm