Post by Boozahol Squid, P.I. on Mar 28, 2008 20:54:33 GMT -5
Day 2: Dusk
Final Vote Count:
CatinaSuit 8 (ryjae, hawkeyeop,sinjin, tdpatriots12, drainbead, zuma, Santo Rugger, Darth Sensitive)
atarus 12 (TheDarkSmurf, Rysto, NAF1138, Hoopy Frood, Cookies, Hal Briston, CatinaSuit, HockeyMonkey, storyteller, brewha, mhaye)
ryjae 2 (dotchanByIrony, atarus)
tdpatriots12 1 (molefan1981)
Not voting: No one
After a particular long and confusingly gaseous day, NAF1138 looked around fearfully as the town continued to bicker. Choices were thrown up, names called, and general insanity run amok through the Asylum. Just another Day as usual. But finally the Town settled on two figures: CatinaSuit or atarus! One of these MUST be do-Gooder filth! But which one to test, first? One quietly claimed to be a helpful vigilante; he pointed out that, sure he may have attacked sinjin earlier- but who wouldn't? The other claimed to be a force capable of stopping even The Bat in his tracks: the baleful Clayface.
For hours the town clashed, back and forth. Until finally up into the final hours as the Sun began its decent, the Town chose its target:
atarus would be sentenced to death by ol' Sparky! He cried out trying to resist at first, until he looked at all the distrustful faces glaring at him, and he sighed. He knew resistance was futile. No one would understand him. And so he walked over to the Chair, and solemnly sat down. The others shrieked and gibbered as they grabbed the wrist straps and tied him down, laughing that they finally caught another scum- Batman would pay! All the while, no one noticed the brown tears running down the victim's eyes. atarus knew his time was up. And he accepted his fate with dignity. But next time, he hoped next time the Town would realize its folly....
But who would flip the switch? They all recalled what happened to Bane earlier? The Town squabbled and fretted, and finally chose NAF1138 to be the one to flip it. NAF1138 gloomily walked over to the switch, his lungs still burning from the gaseous attack this morning, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He quickly flipped the switch, and dove for cover as the lights dimmed. atarus screamed out in pain, crying in agony, until there was only the hum of ol' Sparky. The Town switched off the machine, and went to check on atarus in the chair- and to their horror they found nothing but a burned charred puddle of mud on the chair.
atarus AKA Clayface, a Roleblocker, was unmistakably Town. Bummer. The Town groaned and realized their mistake, and began to mourn for their fallen comrade.
All but one of them that is.
One figure stood back, chuckling to himself, watching the whole scene play out in front of him. He turned and left the room, laughing that this Day was a success for him! He couldn't help but laugh at those stupid Townies, lynching one of their own rather than him. He left all the clues, he played his part so well. He deserved his laughter, for his plans were a success so far! He laughed to himself, thinking of one of his favorite quotes. For some reason, he found it particularly fitting Today with the way the Town had acted. Let those idiots wallow in the gravity of their situation, he would be the only one left laughing when this whole experience was done! He spoke aloud: " Humor is the only test of gravity, and gravity of humor; for a subject which will not bear raillery is suspicious, and a jest which will not bear serious examination is false wit."
"Oh oh oh.... Is somebody trying to make a funny?" laughed a voice from behind Hush, a voice that chilled him to the bone. "Well remember this one, Hushie boy.... It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims. HA!"
The Town had already cleared off the remains of atarus from the electric chair by the time they found him. Hush lay crumpled in a corner, his mouth split wide open in a grin that would not end in death. A dead pigeon was stuffed into his right breast pocket, and a small coil of piano wire was wrapped tightly around his throat. A small book of "Useful Proverbs and Maxims" was delicately tucked into his right hand. Hush's finger marked a page beginning with "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide." The remainder of the page was covered over by drawings of amazingly tiny bats, picked out in blood by a precise but mad hand.
CatinASuit, a.k.a Hush was The Serial Killer. He was Playing For Keeps.
Sweet Dreams, my little Inmates! It's now Nighttime!
Night Actions are Due to Me (ROOSH) by 6pm Sunday!
Final Vote Count:
CatinaSuit 8 (ryjae, hawkeyeop,sinjin, tdpatriots12, drainbead, zuma, Santo Rugger, Darth Sensitive)
atarus 12 (TheDarkSmurf, Rysto, NAF1138, Hoopy Frood, Cookies, Hal Briston, CatinaSuit, HockeyMonkey, storyteller, brewha, mhaye)
ryjae 2 (dotchanByIrony, atarus)
tdpatriots12 1 (molefan1981)
Not voting: No one
After a particular long and confusingly gaseous day, NAF1138 looked around fearfully as the town continued to bicker. Choices were thrown up, names called, and general insanity run amok through the Asylum. Just another Day as usual. But finally the Town settled on two figures: CatinaSuit or atarus! One of these MUST be do-Gooder filth! But which one to test, first? One quietly claimed to be a helpful vigilante; he pointed out that, sure he may have attacked sinjin earlier- but who wouldn't? The other claimed to be a force capable of stopping even The Bat in his tracks: the baleful Clayface.
For hours the town clashed, back and forth. Until finally up into the final hours as the Sun began its decent, the Town chose its target:
atarus would be sentenced to death by ol' Sparky! He cried out trying to resist at first, until he looked at all the distrustful faces glaring at him, and he sighed. He knew resistance was futile. No one would understand him. And so he walked over to the Chair, and solemnly sat down. The others shrieked and gibbered as they grabbed the wrist straps and tied him down, laughing that they finally caught another scum- Batman would pay! All the while, no one noticed the brown tears running down the victim's eyes. atarus knew his time was up. And he accepted his fate with dignity. But next time, he hoped next time the Town would realize its folly....
But who would flip the switch? They all recalled what happened to Bane earlier? The Town squabbled and fretted, and finally chose NAF1138 to be the one to flip it. NAF1138 gloomily walked over to the switch, his lungs still burning from the gaseous attack this morning, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He quickly flipped the switch, and dove for cover as the lights dimmed. atarus screamed out in pain, crying in agony, until there was only the hum of ol' Sparky. The Town switched off the machine, and went to check on atarus in the chair- and to their horror they found nothing but a burned charred puddle of mud on the chair.
atarus AKA Clayface, a Roleblocker, was unmistakably Town. Bummer. The Town groaned and realized their mistake, and began to mourn for their fallen comrade.
All but one of them that is.
One figure stood back, chuckling to himself, watching the whole scene play out in front of him. He turned and left the room, laughing that this Day was a success for him! He couldn't help but laugh at those stupid Townies, lynching one of their own rather than him. He left all the clues, he played his part so well. He deserved his laughter, for his plans were a success so far! He laughed to himself, thinking of one of his favorite quotes. For some reason, he found it particularly fitting Today with the way the Town had acted. Let those idiots wallow in the gravity of their situation, he would be the only one left laughing when this whole experience was done! He spoke aloud: " Humor is the only test of gravity, and gravity of humor; for a subject which will not bear raillery is suspicious, and a jest which will not bear serious examination is false wit."
"Oh oh oh.... Is somebody trying to make a funny?" laughed a voice from behind Hush, a voice that chilled him to the bone. "Well remember this one, Hushie boy.... It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims. HA!"
The Town had already cleared off the remains of atarus from the electric chair by the time they found him. Hush lay crumpled in a corner, his mouth split wide open in a grin that would not end in death. A dead pigeon was stuffed into his right breast pocket, and a small coil of piano wire was wrapped tightly around his throat. A small book of "Useful Proverbs and Maxims" was delicately tucked into his right hand. Hush's finger marked a page beginning with "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide." The remainder of the page was covered over by drawings of amazingly tiny bats, picked out in blood by a precise but mad hand.
CatinASuit, a.k.a Hush was The Serial Killer. He was Playing For Keeps.
Sweet Dreams, my little Inmates! It's now Nighttime!
Night Actions are Due to Me (ROOSH) by 6pm Sunday!