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Post by special on Sept 17, 2011 18:00:51 GMT -5
Elizabeth woke with a start.
The notebook had fallen into her lap. On the page it opened to, the writing was obviously scribbled in a hurry. You could feel the excitement in the words>
We dragged that Inner guy to the fire pit on the 2nd Day. He kept accusing others. Some listened. Some didn't. He just seemed to be acting differently than he had the Day before. We figured maybe he'd been converted to one of those things.
This time, we were going to hang him before we burned him. We weren't going to be haunted any more.
We strung him up in a tree right over the fire so we could just cut him loose once he'd died.
Only he didn't die. He just sort of hung there. He couldn't talk because of the noose, but he didn't seem to die either.
Eventually, the fire grew large enough to reach his feet. I was the first to notice that he didn't burn. He actually just melted. The drips sizzled when they dropped onto a log. When about 2/3 of his body had melted away, his entire body just dropped into the fire and sizzled for an hour or so. We kept the fire going all Night, just to be sure.
Elizabeth shut the notebook and raced downstairs. She knew there were going to be nightmares toNight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inner Stickler, the Master Pod Person is dead.
Night 2 will last for 48 hours, ending at 6PM on Monday, September 19th Chicago time.
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Post by guiri on Sept 17, 2011 18:01:40 GMT -5
Wow!
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Post by Dirx on Sept 17, 2011 18:02:24 GMT -5
Hell yeah!
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Post by texcat on Sept 17, 2011 18:12:23 GMT -5
Gosh, good job to the Inner voters!
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Post by Paranoia on Sept 17, 2011 19:12:01 GMT -5
Holy hell good job.
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Post by Pollux Oil on Sept 17, 2011 19:24:49 GMT -5
Yay!
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 17, 2011 19:54:14 GMT -5
toldya mother fuckers.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 17, 2011 20:00:40 GMT -5
neta:
woot the fucking woot.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 17, 2011 20:17:01 GMT -5
btw, since we were talking about picking teammates.
my choices would be:
drain: i need a role blocker guiri: i need someone else that posts at 4 in the morning sliver: never played with (or so little as to equate to nada) so i'd like to see how the mind works in an open thread just to help in future games ed: i need a little humor in my life
oh fuck ed is a mod so i pick ulla. carp she is a mod too. fuck me. then i pick either sin or sis depending on how the evening gown competition plays out.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 17, 2011 20:36:17 GMT -5
and i am unsure whether we are doing the strategy shit at Night or not. i don't read maps and for fuck's sake i don't follow rules. but just in case.
can someone protect a person that has a high value scrabble consonant in their name and that might also have to do with long ago dead dinosaurs?
just a fucking observation.
this is not strategy in case it is prohibited. merely about word games and associations. dontchaknow. i can always do the no fold 'em hold 'em if the intellectual shit is sanctioned.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 17, 2011 22:25:46 GMT -5
ok, i finally got around to reading the rules. what else is there to do when you a have a day old newspaper and are taking a crap? please oh all generous and knowing mogs delete what you feel to be unacceptable.
and just in the general spirit of opening ourselves to others to better understand and appreciate each other's nuances i offer the following:
i live in san antonio. i support a colony of feral felines. my life would be so much easier if i didn't have to deal with them. i've got three dogs and a chinchilla, as well.
anyone else?
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Post by Deni on Sept 17, 2011 23:34:17 GMT -5
Wow - nicely done peeker, you're on a role. First vigging 2 scum and now pegging the MPP, I tip my hat off to you or I would if I wore a hat.
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Post by Silver Jan on Sept 18, 2011 0:33:10 GMT -5
Nicely played people, that was great!
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Post by Sister Coyote on Sept 18, 2011 11:18:44 GMT -5
Hot damn.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 11:31:41 GMT -5
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 11:33:51 GMT -5
fuck that i am a retard
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 12:32:40 GMT -5
everyone is paying attention, right?
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 12:40:47 GMT -5
heh heh. the ones that are good know the score. the clueless continue to wander aimlessly. heh heh.
there is nothing in this game that happens without reason. the drunk Night posts and pointless meanderings are data points. this is not strategy for this game but just a general observation. c'mon folks read and then you will be emancipated.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 12:55:55 GMT -5
is it strategy to talk about game behavior?
who the fuck cares, i will anyways.
recruitment games kind of take a real whirl for the worse. i mean if you start off on one side and do a good job and then end up on the other side you kind of fucked yourself. but it is not our football and thus we dance to the puppeteers. ed and ulla like to command the marionettes. so it becomes more intellectual than ever. i mean if i had a recrutiment capability in a game it is going on someone who is going to do the same shit no matter what, right? not in regards to this game specifically but just generally. and i think that in recruitment games the possibility of a bus raises its head dramatically. fuck if you are suspicious of a and then get recruited and then say a is no longer a suspect that's kind of a knock off. for not only the player but a as well, right?
just general game theory not strategy related to this game.
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Post by Silver Jan on Sept 18, 2011 13:39:11 GMT -5
This is the 1st recruitment game I have played and I don't think you can even trust yourself because you don't know you have been recruited until you have been. Yeah, I confused me too.
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Post by Silver Jan on Sept 18, 2011 13:44:09 GMT -5
Anyway, when does Day start?
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Post by Dirx on Sept 18, 2011 13:58:09 GMT -5
In about 16 hours.
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Post by Silver Jan on Sept 18, 2011 14:13:03 GMT -5
Thanks
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 18:47:33 GMT -5
dirx says you're welcome.
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Post by texcat on Sept 18, 2011 19:11:20 GMT -5
I must not have had enough to drink yet. Couldn't see the homecoming pictures and I thought dawn was in about 23 hours.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 19:11:31 GMT -5
and i swear this is not strategy. but heh heh. reading the rules (which may be the first time in any game that i have done so) makes a yuckle chuckle moment. but then i am reminded of hoopy. heh heh. seriously it's farking genious.
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Post by sinjin on Sept 18, 2011 19:41:07 GMT -5
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Post by sinjin on Sept 18, 2011 19:42:51 GMT -5
Uh, but without the cats, dogs and teenagers.
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Post by peekercpa on Sept 18, 2011 20:39:44 GMT -5
well i didn't really go to school. i just showed up to ace the tests and played a crap load of golf and smoked a shit load of weed. i remember one time after dropping a couple of hits of acid when we got the bright idea of shooting all of our contraband fireworks off in our dorm room. crap you would have thought that the dean of students was going to pass a watermelon. but what do you do with a 4 point that also honks on the golf course? apparantly, not shit. and it's not like we actually burned something down fcs. it was a tad bit smoky for a while i freely admit.
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Post by sinjin on Sept 18, 2011 21:42:04 GMT -5
I rode a bike. I chained it to a tree in front of the girls dorm which was a three bedroom old priest's house (he moved into the dorm when we moved in) on campus with four girls living in it, w00t for girl's house.
Dean didn't like me or the bike and banned it from campus. I did wheelies on the sidewalk in front of his office and subsequently was voted the head of the school motorcycle club. Hee, bike was unbanned.
I still think we should have gone to the same school.
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