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

[Bert]

I don't know what else I can do to get more outta him :/

[Bert]

I won't let him avoid interacting with us, especially Mara and Cabd.

That beetlejuicing last page makes me want to lynch him tbh

[TheIrishPope]

It's not that he called me out, it's how he called me out; plus that post where he wants to lynch me because I called him scum? Even though I'm confTown
TF is Nacho and Cabd right? They try to appeal (and fail horribly) to town and prance around the questions to avoid dunno scum slipping of something but we know he's scum

[Bert]

How are you conftown

Ure kidding

TF is Nacho and Cabd, yes

Now, scum reads and town reads list please.

I mean that

[Sound of Silence]

All right.
Elaborate on that "how I called you out."

[TheIrishPope]

GIF (and ffery to an extent) would not linger around; they would call me either Town or scum for X reason
They're negotiating with terrorists (TF) in an attempt to 180 to someone else?
Recent posts have been setting up a mislynch on TIP, and I won't be surprised to see a vote in their next post
Bert are you high or scum
Anyway I have a bunch of nulls so reads won't help

[Bert]

No, a bunch of nulls is unacceptable

You have no townreads in this game. None. All nulls.

No....

Try again. Reads please?

[TheIrishPope]

Yeah everyone is null except my scumreads

[Sound of Silence]

1. GIF (and ffery to an extent) would not linger around; they would call me either Town or scum for X reason

2. They're negotiating with terrorists (TF) in an attempt to 180 to someone else?

3. Recent posts have been setting up a mislynch on TIP, and I won't be surprised to see a vote in their next post

4. Bert are you high or scum

5. Anyway I have a bunch of nulls so reads won't help

1. Uh huh. How many games have we played together and you're saying this?
2. Or the fact that your posts have been scummy.
3. P sure I said I want SD lynch first.
4. Random shitfling
5. So you've been coasting. Cool!

[Sound of Silence]

Also your constant "I'm town" didn't work in your last game, so don't expect it to work in this game either.

[TheIrishPope]

1. At least 15
2. Now my posts are scummy... Funny how you didn't mention it until now and you don't say why
3. But you'll vote me anyway when your mislynch target flips town
4. I'm talking to Bert
5. Nulls = coasting? Since when?
Damn those misreps

[VioleNt Saxophone]

Nacho's at lynch -2

Hokay.

VOTE: TrollingFairy

Stating intent to hammer the Nacho. This doesn't feel like his town self.

Where was this Jiffy in the Buzzword Bingo game?

What are you talking about?

Stating intent to hammer the Nacho. This doesn't feel like his town self.

Why not?

Too calm. TownNacho is more frantic when people are voting him for perceived stupid reasons.

[SalmonellaDoctor]

fuck

...You're upset that it wasn't a lynch?

I'm sorry, but what self respecting scum player says this in a non lylo, failed hammer situation? Like why would scum actually say "fuck" as if it was a failed "hammer" attempt? Its not even WIFOM anymore and its an attack on something highly unlikely for scum to do.

[SalmonellaDoctor]

Weird vibe from TF. Its like I feel he is defending us yet has us as their no. 2 scum read.

Hi White Knight.

[SalmonellaDoctor]

Whatever happened to TIP's "Im changing my meta"?

Its like you say this, but you never actually do it

[TheIrishPope]

It has changed

[Bert]

Vote: Trolling Fairy

That's lynch -1

[TheIrishPope]

VOTE: Trolling Fairy

[Syryana]

Votecount Subwoofers

Trolling Fairy ( 5 ): Cephrir, Violent Saxophone, Bert, SalmonellaDoctor, TheIrishPope (LYNCH!)
Cephrir ( 1 ): Trolling Fairy
SalmonellaDoctor ( 1 ): Sound of Silence
Not Voting ( 1 ):Cait Sith

With 8 alive, it's 5 to lynch.

Deadline is no longer relevant.

I will post flavor and flip later this afternoon.

[Syryana]

"Data, I feel like we've been walking down the same streets for weeks now," Hill snapped. "Why haven't we found those bastards yet?"

"Wal sur, they doo controwl the hollowdeck et the moh-mint. T'aint hordly surprising we hain't been abul to find em yet."

"Damnit Data, fix that damned voice program!" Hill shouted. "I'll dismantle you myself if I have to listen to that wretched drawl a moment longer!"

Data nodded.

In the distance, dust clogged the air, revealing a disturbance of some kind a few miles distant. Hill frowned, unable to make out what was happening from this distance. "Come Data, let's go investigate."

"I don't hordly think that's a gud idee Cap... Yessir."

The two of them found a nearby building with a viewer facing the disturbance.

Hill used a few of Data's spare circuits to power the machine; evidently it required some form of San Francisco currency to function and Data's speech circuitry provided an excellent substitute. The scene that greeted his eyes was perhaps one of the oddest things he'd ever seen. No more odd than anything else that had happened in the holodeck, but damn if it didn't look like black metal pigs hurling explosions.

"Data, have a look, see what you make of this."

Data peered through the viewer for a few moments. After watching the battle for a short time, he turned back to Hill and started mouthing words.

"Data, your speech circuitry is still inside the machine."

Data blinked. He then about-faced, casually bashed the front of the machine in and replaced his speech circuitry with a few quarters. Hill also pocketed some change in the event they ran across another viewer. Or possibly a drink machine. He could definitely use an Earl Grey about now.

"It appears to be a battle between two armies, sir," Data said. Evidently the quarters had restored his speech to normal, though he sounded a bit...metallic. "The weaponry being used is similar to an ancient device of war used on Earth known as a tank, but my databanks are unable to identify these specific designs. It is possible that the Moriarties have extracted some new kind of tank and generated them using the holodeck, but-"

"Yes, yes, they're tanks. What the devil do we do about them?"

"Well sir, given that the black tanks quite handily annihilated the blue ones and immediately began traveling toward our current position, I recommend immediate flight."

"Damn it, Data, why the

hell

didn't you mention this sooner?!" Hill wasted no further breath on scolding the android; he had some tanks to outrun.

It soon became apparent that he and Data didn't have a prayer of outrunning the black tanks. Though he ran faster than he ever had in his life, the black tanks steadily gained on both of them. Hill's phaser was lost in the Mines of Moria and even Data's android body couldn't stand up to those cannons. They had no other weapons; the only choice was to run. The tanks closed steadily; soon they'd catch and end the pair of them. One more corner and the tanks would be upon them. Suddenly a voice called:

"Over here, Mr. Hill! Quickly!"

Hill's eyes darted about then settled on a young woman in blue. She must have been the opposing commander whose tanks were destroyed! Hill and Data dashed into the building she indicated just before the tanks came round the corner.

"Thank you miss," Hill panted. "Those bastards almost had us."

The woman smiled. "It was my pleasure, Mr. Hill. Come with me, if you please." She led the two of them to an auditorium deep inside the building. Curiously, the seats were filled with uniformed men, though the strange young woman led them right up to the stage where a lone man waited. Data tapped Hill on the shoulder, but he shrugged it off impatiently as the woman spoke.

"It's time for some introductions, Mr. Hill. I'm Sasha, and this is Eagle."

Hill smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you. It's quite good to meet some pleasant people in here for a change." Data tapped his shoulder more insistently. "Not now, Data," Hill muttered.

Sasha tilted her head. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. Hill? We brought you here to be executed." A loud clamor sounded behind them; the entire room of men had drawn weapons and were now aiming at the pair of them.

"Sir, I was attempting to inform you that the men in the audience were wearing the same insignia as those tanks," Data said as he raised his arms in surrender. Hill ground his teeth and also raised his arms.

"What do you want with us? Do you expect us to simply give up? I've come too far to fall now!" Hill blustered.

Sasha was still smiling that curious smile. "Expect you to give up? No, Mr. Hill, I expect you to die. KILL THE-"

"MAX BLAST!"

A massive explosion shattered the back of the auditorium as one of the black tanks came hurtling through the wall. Crashing end over end, it took out a goodly chunk of the black soldiers and crushed Sasha under its weight. Hill, Data and Eagle dove out of the way as a grinning blue-haired muscleman with an aura of awesome about him came bellowing through the tank-shaped hole in the wall. "Come and get it, you Black Hole bastards!" The man started laying about him with his massive arms, crushing the life from grunt after grunt. The remainder fired at him, but the bullets appeared unable to pierce the glowing aura surrounding the man. The surviving soldiers formed up around Eagle on the stage. Eagle himself began to glow, as did the soldiers around him.

"Lightning Strike!"

The soldiers began to let fly a positive hail of bullets, shooting over twice as fast as they had previously. The muscleman was pushed back through sheer weight of that metal hailstorm, though he managed to throw a bench at the cluster of glowing soldiers. Incredibly, the soldiers seemed to flow away from the bench as it flew towards them; melting out of the way just long enough for the bench to fly by, then reappearing in their former positions. The man backed up against the wall. "Any time now, Grit!"

*bang*

Eagle and the remaining soldiers in the room fell over dead, all with a single bullet piercing their left eyes. Hill's eyes widened, the hidden sniper had effectively eliminated over fifty people in less than a second. Damnation, it sounded like he only fired one shot!

"Howdy boys. I'm Grit, and this is Max. We're here to help."

Flip

Trolling Fairy,

Mafia Goon

has been

mercilessly destroyed

lynched!

It is now Night 3. Please send in your night actions.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-14 16:30:00)[/area]

[Syryana]

I'm still V/LA, so no flavor for you right now.

Day 4 Start

Sound of Silence,

Vanilla Townie

, has been mercilessly slaughtered Night 3!

With 6 alive, it takes 4 to lynch.

Deadline is in (expired on 2013-09-28 19:00:00)[/area]

[Cait Sith]

I haven't had a chance to talk to mala, and now I'm the one who's sick.

I need to reread through some things and talk to her before putting down our vote.

But, the last time that I played with nacho when he was scum, when we were getting ready to lynch him, he put up this big case on his partner and voted him. It was filled with all kinds of weak things too. And then here, while he's coming under pressure he makes this big case on Cephrir. I don't know if he'd do the same exact thing again though, and I've had a town read on Cephrir all game.

I think that TiP is also more likely to be town, since cabd was the one talking about the tell, which I do believe exists but I don't know what it is, and then Nacho downgraded the read when he needed to have a third person to push.

Anyway, I need to reread the game and talk to Mala and that probably won't happen for a couple days unless this Dr. Who marathon just gets boring...doubt it will.

[Cephrir]

TIP is probably still town for quickhammering. More when I have a chance to go into depth on the flipped scum.

[Bert]

Vote: SalmonellaDoctor

[Cephrir]

Given that we have a mislynch that does seem like a reasonable tack, but I don't want to go there until I look back.