Post by Pollux Oil on Jun 6, 2008 19:32:30 GMT -5
Final Vote Count
Stardragonman (8): Penalty Votes, Roosh, tdpatriots, NAF1138
TDpatriots (7): FlyingCowofDoom, Nanook, hawkeyeop, storyteller, misterblockey, hockeymonkey, mhaye
FlyingCowofDoom (3): Rebel, Darth Sensitive, Blaster Master
hockeymonkey (2): bufftabby, Kison
Ryjae (1): Survivor Smurf
Nanook (1): Rysto
Roosh (1): Kat
Not Voting (3): Czech, molefan1981, ryjae
Unable to Vote: 1 (stardragonman)
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It had been a long second Day. The town had been quiet for most of it. Blaster Master spent most of the Day practicing for his mime exam, while Tragic had disappeared into an alley halfway through and come back a different gender.
"Let's lynch tdpatriots!" Seven people cried, pointing at him and rubbing it in that the Giants had stopped their undefeated season, even though that didn't make the most sense since that Super Bowl had happened four years ago and the Patriots HAD gone completely undefeated in a future season.
"Let's lynch that guy!" Roosh cried, pointing at the paralyzed stardragonman. He paused and cocked his head. "Hey, he just gave me the middle finger! He's supposed to be paralyzed!"
"I'm all for that!" TDPatriots chimed in, getting nervous at the fact that many people were eyeing him hungrily. A few people were eyeing him disinterestedly, but that bothered him less.
At the last moment, NAF1138 chimed in. "Sure, that's cool with me." Before anybody else could react, Roosh grabbed a pillow and ran over to stardragonman's limp form. "Sorry, but you're the choice for today." And Roosh put the pillow over stardragonman's face, smothering him.
...except it was right at that moment stardragonman's motor functions came back. He kicked Roosh in the balls, dropping him like a ton of bricks. "SCREW YOU FUCKERS! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" And with that, stardragonman bolted down the road.
"Wait...but...wasn't that the idea?" Some mused to themselves, while others yelled and gave chase. Throughout the town the strange parade went, stardragonman laughing maniacally as the rest of the townspeople ran after him. Eventually he got to the edge of town and was surrounded.
"You can't escape." tdpatriots said. "It's over!"
With a grin, stardragonman gave his executioners two middle fingers, and then dived through the barrier that had cut off the town. His last words echoed back to the rest of the people. "Fuuuuuckkkk youuuuuu alllllll."
After stardragonman's disappearance, the town began to talk amongst themselves. What if everybody could go through the barrier unharmed? Maybe they should all dive through?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"Hey, do you guys hear something?"
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"Yeah...it sounds like it's coming from up above us..."
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"And it's getting louder..."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Rebel looked up, and immediately dived to the side as stardragonman came hurtling down from above, connecting with the pavement where he had been standing a moment ago. Blood splattered everywhere and stardragonman's corpse bounced once and came to rest with another sickening thud.
Talk of escaping through the barrier immediately ceased.
A quick search of stardragonman's living quarters revealed nothing. Absolutely nothing. It seemed he was just a regular, run-of-the-mill survivor of the apocalypse.
As the town began to disperse for the Day, another noise slowly echoed through the deserted buildings.
"Sheeeeeeeeeeeeep."
Curious, the townspeople followed the slow moan as it grew louder and louder...until they found themselves at the place where they had buried the previous Night's victims. And to their shock, they found Hal Briston's corpse up and moving about.
"Sheeeeeeeeeeep."
Hal Briston's body turned and looked at the townspeople as it approached, then immediately disregarded them and shuffled away. They didn't know what to make of it, but there was definitely a zombie in their midsts now. And as the town left for the Night, one person muttered something that summed up everybody's thoughts.
"What a weird day."
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stardragonman, a Survivor, is really, really dead.
Hal Briston is now a zombie. There is 1 zombie roaming the town.
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Night Two begins now. No strategy talk. Send all Night actions to me, Night will end Sunday at 8 PM EST.
Stardragonman (8): Penalty Votes, Roosh, tdpatriots, NAF1138
TDpatriots (7): FlyingCowofDoom, Nanook, hawkeyeop, storyteller, misterblockey, hockeymonkey, mhaye
FlyingCowofDoom (3): Rebel, Darth Sensitive, Blaster Master
hockeymonkey (2): bufftabby, Kison
Ryjae (1): Survivor Smurf
Nanook (1): Rysto
Roosh (1): Kat
Not Voting (3): Czech, molefan1981, ryjae
Unable to Vote: 1 (stardragonman)
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It had been a long second Day. The town had been quiet for most of it. Blaster Master spent most of the Day practicing for his mime exam, while Tragic had disappeared into an alley halfway through and come back a different gender.
"Let's lynch tdpatriots!" Seven people cried, pointing at him and rubbing it in that the Giants had stopped their undefeated season, even though that didn't make the most sense since that Super Bowl had happened four years ago and the Patriots HAD gone completely undefeated in a future season.
"Let's lynch that guy!" Roosh cried, pointing at the paralyzed stardragonman. He paused and cocked his head. "Hey, he just gave me the middle finger! He's supposed to be paralyzed!"
"I'm all for that!" TDPatriots chimed in, getting nervous at the fact that many people were eyeing him hungrily. A few people were eyeing him disinterestedly, but that bothered him less.
At the last moment, NAF1138 chimed in. "Sure, that's cool with me." Before anybody else could react, Roosh grabbed a pillow and ran over to stardragonman's limp form. "Sorry, but you're the choice for today." And Roosh put the pillow over stardragonman's face, smothering him.
...except it was right at that moment stardragonman's motor functions came back. He kicked Roosh in the balls, dropping him like a ton of bricks. "SCREW YOU FUCKERS! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" And with that, stardragonman bolted down the road.
"Wait...but...wasn't that the idea?" Some mused to themselves, while others yelled and gave chase. Throughout the town the strange parade went, stardragonman laughing maniacally as the rest of the townspeople ran after him. Eventually he got to the edge of town and was surrounded.
"You can't escape." tdpatriots said. "It's over!"
With a grin, stardragonman gave his executioners two middle fingers, and then dived through the barrier that had cut off the town. His last words echoed back to the rest of the people. "Fuuuuuckkkk youuuuuu alllllll."
After stardragonman's disappearance, the town began to talk amongst themselves. What if everybody could go through the barrier unharmed? Maybe they should all dive through?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"Hey, do you guys hear something?"
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"Yeah...it sounds like it's coming from up above us..."
aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/b][/size]
"And it's getting louder..."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Rebel looked up, and immediately dived to the side as stardragonman came hurtling down from above, connecting with the pavement where he had been standing a moment ago. Blood splattered everywhere and stardragonman's corpse bounced once and came to rest with another sickening thud.
Talk of escaping through the barrier immediately ceased.
A quick search of stardragonman's living quarters revealed nothing. Absolutely nothing. It seemed he was just a regular, run-of-the-mill survivor of the apocalypse.
As the town began to disperse for the Day, another noise slowly echoed through the deserted buildings.
"Sheeeeeeeeeeeeep."
Curious, the townspeople followed the slow moan as it grew louder and louder...until they found themselves at the place where they had buried the previous Night's victims. And to their shock, they found Hal Briston's corpse up and moving about.
"Sheeeeeeeeeeep."
Hal Briston's body turned and looked at the townspeople as it approached, then immediately disregarded them and shuffled away. They didn't know what to make of it, but there was definitely a zombie in their midsts now. And as the town left for the Night, one person muttered something that summed up everybody's thoughts.
"What a weird day."
------
stardragonman, a Survivor, is really, really dead.
Hal Briston is now a zombie. There is 1 zombie roaming the town.
------
Night Two begins now. No strategy talk. Send all Night actions to me, Night will end Sunday at 8 PM EST.