In post 8030, pisskop wrote:Kind of? Im known for doing whatever the hell I want
What do u want right now?
Sleep. I have a long day tomorrow
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 3:48 pm
by pisskop
I have to make lunch. Adzuki beans slow cooked in a tomato stew with brown rice and some peppers and onions. Gonna be delicious with some spices.
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 3:50 pm
by gobbledygook
In post 8051, pisskop wrote:I have to make lunch. Adzuki beans slow cooked in a tomato stew with brown rice and some peppers and onions. Gonna be delicious with some spices.
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 3:51 pm
by Nero Cain
Where has the hyper kid gone?
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 3:51 pm
by Pink Ball
Fuck it's almost midnight and you got me hungry with that recipe
It is now Night 2!
You have (expired on 2019-11-29 20:00:00) to submit night actions.
Night has been given an automatic 24 hour extension for the holiday (and for time to find a replacement for Dongempire).
Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 6:14 pm
by chkflip
cyrus62 replaces Dongempire, effective immediately. Night phase will remain extended for the holiday.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 7:10 am
by chkflip
Got called in for an extra shift at work today.
That means N2 will be extended roughly 12 hours or so.
Thank you for your patience.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:14 pm
by chkflip
Night 2 - There Will Be Blood...
It was another cold night in Cobble, only this time the great and gorgeous woman would make a stand against all the evils in the city. She'd go right out in the middle of the square -- call them out! -- and tell them that Cobble will not rest until they were all exterminated so that the people, her people, could sleep well. She left her office room with a certain tenacity and suddenly met a girl with an otter at her door as she set foot from the front door of her keep. The little thing didn't look so good, but she had just finished a gift for the magnificent woman and it absolutely needed to be delivered.
"
Oh... why, thank you, little one. Are you well? Surely you should go see someone about that. Please, walk into my keep. I've a great person on staff who could look at you. But if you'll excuse me, I've business to attend to in the square.
"
The little one meakly nodded; unfortunately, she wouldn't make it to the specialist in time. She dropped to the wood flooring three steps in. The well-dressed woman kept on her way -- unknowing of the little one's fate until returning later -- when she met another at the gate of her keep.
"
M'Lady... you mustn't go. There is
madness
afoot this evening. You're safer right where you are.
"
"
Excuse me!? Do you know who you're speaking with?? I am--
"
The well-armored Human cut her off at the proverbial pass.
"
M'Lady, please, I must insist. What happens tonight happens for a reason. Let's just turn around, now, and I'll explain everything.
"
Angered to the point of rage, she almost spoke again when she saw his hand on the hilt of his sword at the ready. The massive shield on his arm brought her to a calm. She was outmatched. She obliged him. Before the portly man in the shadows could really gather his bearings and process what he'd seen, something huge slithered in behind him. He'd turn and look up.
"
Oh, uh... I've got wares if you've got the coin for it?
"
They'd be the last words he'd speak in truth. Meanwhile, in the tower, the guard etched a third mark on his pad.
---
The man sauntered through the night, like any other night, completely unaware of where his feet were taking him. The flaming black sword would've woken him up if it hadn't taken his life with it. He'd die in his sleep... but was that really the most peaceful way to go? The Snake-woman smirked as she watched the man slump to the ground with a pool of blood growing around him. Something caught the corner of her eye. Was that bush... moving? She glided through the dirt toward impending doom without even realizing it. Out of the bush came a very ragged man with garb as equally disheveled as his nearly toothless grin.
"POCKET SAND!"
She was blinded! Who the hell did this stranger think they were? It mattered not, for as wildly as he threw a handful of beach sand into her eyes came a mostly-broken sword swinging from his off-hand. Critical hit! The sword shattered in the center but it met its mark with a fatal blow. She clutched her throat, choking for air, and wretched around for what felt to her like forever before falling to the ground.
---
The girl would go about her business as usual, hoping to question the strange lead she'd gotten as a tip from her associates. She walked through the busy Rusty Dragon common room when she realized she didn't have her quill. Or her ink. Her pad was gone, too! But where? Where could it have gone. The calm drinker at the table nearest to her chimed in.
"
Look again, young one. It's there.
"
She checked again.
'What the Devil?'
she thought. It was there all along! But how did he know? She procured her things from her pockets and turned to him.
"
Cheers.
"
Confused, she shook her head with a smile. The ordeal would make her completely forget about the first lead as another who interested her walked nearly through her. She'd stop him from his task if only for a moment. The brute with the axe didn't know this girl, but he could tell her intent was good. He'd answer her questions as best he could before going on his way.
On the other side of town, a beefy Bugbear was using the original pad and quill to take notes on a target of his own. The Dwarf at The Rotten Crop knew none the wiser.
---
The man nearly fell over the dead body in front of him. He'd catch his bearing just in time to see the horror in front of him. His concern quickly turned to an almost child-like glee. His associate chuckled.
"
Ha! He's DEAD! That means I WIN!
"
His associate clicked their tongue while both shaking their head and wagging their finger.
"
The contract stated this one would fall before the sun. This, while coincidental at best, doesn't count.
"
The well-dressed man knew this to be true, surely he'd read the fine print before making his wager, but he'd spend the rest of the evening contesting it anyway... much to the chagrin of his compatriot.
---
The sweet far-sighted Elven girl walked out of her home to meet the red-haired Elf for a much-needed night out. The spectacled Elf waved to the one she loved so much, but the redhead seemed blank. Their eyes met... yet something was strange. Something about the Elves' eyes was different. A look of confusion swiftly turned into dread when -- from out of both nowhere and everywhere simultaneously -- a being appeared behind the red-headed Elf. The soft-hearted Elf nearly lost her glasses when she rushed forward, screaming, flailing, and doing everything she could to break whatever aloofness had befallen her dear friend. She watched as the black blade thrusted through her friend and the spectacled Elf froze, trembled, then fell to the ground in a sob heard throughout every breaking heart in the city. The amber-haired Elves' eyes went from blank... to lifeless... as she coughed out a dark red. The blade ripped out of her torso and the being was gone. The brown-haired Elf weeped as she shook in a crawl to the dead Elf on the ground.
'How could this happen,'
she thought.
'How can I live without her?'
She couldn't. And as quickly as she watched the life leave the eyes of the girl she had loved so deeply, she drew a knife from her person. She took the knife to her own chest before clutching the red-headed Elf for one final embrace. Meanwhile, again, the guard looked at his pad. He'd scratch out the second mark before the end of his shift.
Vorkuta was murdered!
They were
Geoffrey The Tired:
Cobble-Aligned Sleepwalker
Menalque was sacrificed to Orcus!
They were
Margaret Krimsen:
Ascension-Aligned Lover Turned Cultist
The Fonz commited suicide!
They were
Genevieve Fenton:
Cobble-Aligned Lover
Nero Cain slowly died of poisoning!
They were
Nimyn:
Cobble-Aligned Inventor
Korina was killed!
They were
Xanesha:
Runelord-Aligned Godfather / Brownie Maker
It is now day three. 31 alive, 16 lynch.
You have (expired on 2019-12-08 22:00:00) left in this phase.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:20 pm
by Rautherdir
VOTE: InsideJob711
Explain yourself. 4860 is false.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:23 pm
by Miss Lane
Uhhh...
sure?
VOTE: InsideJob711
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:25 pm
by Miss Lane
Icon is still really interesting to me, BTW.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:29 pm
by Rautherdir
Yeah, but either Inside didn't hide behind Zoraster, or Zoraster isn't necessarily town because of it. Or both are false. But that was a post claiming another person's innocence as being certain, and it apparently wasn't true, which isn't exactly something town should do.
Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:36 pm
by Rautherdir
(Or I'm not a sane Lie Detector. But I doubt such conjecture.)