Post by Pollux Oil on Jun 12, 2008 19:25:43 GMT -5
Final Vote Count
FlyingCowofDoom (5): misterblockey, Merestil Haye, Roosh, Blaster Master, hockeymonkey
hockeymonkey (2): NAF1138, Darth Sensitive
misterblockey (2): tdpatriots, Rysto
Czech (2): Kat, hawkeyeop
Darth Sensitive (1): bufftabby
tdpatriots (1): Nanook
NAF1138 (1): Kison
Roosh (1): Survivor Smurf
Not Voting (4): Czech, FlyingCowofDoom, molefan1981, storyteller
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It had been another quiet day in Last Bastion, well, aside from an exceptionally loud Roosh who had been peddling milk to everyone.
"Would you like some milk?"
Most of the townspeople were at a loss of what to do. There was no clear suspicions and nobody put forth a particularly damning case. While they had started on a high note, maybe the loss of their compatriots was starting to affect the town's motivation.
"Please? My milk is delicious."
At the end of the Day, it was settled that FlyingCowofDoom would be the next to be killed. Nobody was particularly excited to do the dirty work, but it was settled once again that the first person to vote for him, misterblockey, would have the honor of killing their bovine friend.
"Milk does a body good. Would you please have some?"
FlyingCowofDoom didn't fight against the will of the town and let himself be quietly led forward, kneeling in front of misterblockey. Without fear he stared down his town-appointed killer.
"You're making a mistake."
"Drink some milk before you go?"
"It's for the good of the town."
"Milk is the refreshingest."
"I know. But it's still a mistake."
"Milky milk milk milky milk milk milk."
"I'm sorry."
"Milk for you, milk for me, milk milk milk."
Without any hesitation, misterblockey stabbed the silver knife through the kneeling man's heart. FlyingCowofDoom gasped and fell over. But as the life faded from his eyes, a ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he whispered, "Finally....no more milk...."
"What did he say about milk?"
The town waited for a few minutes, but it became fairly obvious after a while that FlyingCowofDoom had been an ordinary human. Nothing strange about him.
"Milk milk milky milk I love my....why is everybody staring at me?"
The entire town had turned to stare at Roosh. Those that had accepted his milk nervously wrung their hands as the sun set. Those that had been skeptic watched Roosh to see if anything would happen to him. More silent minutes passed, and as darkness settled over Last Bastion it was clear that nothing else would be happening.
For now.
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FlyingCowofDoom, a Survivor, met his fate with dignity.
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Night Three begins now. No strategy talk. Send all Night actions to me, Night will end Saturday at 8 PM EST.
FlyingCowofDoom (5): misterblockey, Merestil Haye, Roosh, Blaster Master, hockeymonkey
hockeymonkey (2): NAF1138, Darth Sensitive
misterblockey (2): tdpatriots, Rysto
Czech (2): Kat, hawkeyeop
Darth Sensitive (1): bufftabby
tdpatriots (1): Nanook
NAF1138 (1): Kison
Roosh (1): Survivor Smurf
Not Voting (4): Czech, FlyingCowofDoom, molefan1981, storyteller
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It had been another quiet day in Last Bastion, well, aside from an exceptionally loud Roosh who had been peddling milk to everyone.
"Would you like some milk?"
Most of the townspeople were at a loss of what to do. There was no clear suspicions and nobody put forth a particularly damning case. While they had started on a high note, maybe the loss of their compatriots was starting to affect the town's motivation.
"Please? My milk is delicious."
At the end of the Day, it was settled that FlyingCowofDoom would be the next to be killed. Nobody was particularly excited to do the dirty work, but it was settled once again that the first person to vote for him, misterblockey, would have the honor of killing their bovine friend.
"Milk does a body good. Would you please have some?"
FlyingCowofDoom didn't fight against the will of the town and let himself be quietly led forward, kneeling in front of misterblockey. Without fear he stared down his town-appointed killer.
"You're making a mistake."
"Drink some milk before you go?"
"It's for the good of the town."
"Milk is the refreshingest."
"I know. But it's still a mistake."
"Milky milk milk milky milk milk milk."
"I'm sorry."
"Milk for you, milk for me, milk milk milk."
Without any hesitation, misterblockey stabbed the silver knife through the kneeling man's heart. FlyingCowofDoom gasped and fell over. But as the life faded from his eyes, a ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he whispered, "Finally....no more milk...."
"What did he say about milk?"
The town waited for a few minutes, but it became fairly obvious after a while that FlyingCowofDoom had been an ordinary human. Nothing strange about him.
"Milk milk milky milk I love my....why is everybody staring at me?"
The entire town had turned to stare at Roosh. Those that had accepted his milk nervously wrung their hands as the sun set. Those that had been skeptic watched Roosh to see if anything would happen to him. More silent minutes passed, and as darkness settled over Last Bastion it was clear that nothing else would be happening.
For now.
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FlyingCowofDoom, a Survivor, met his fate with dignity.
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Night Three begins now. No strategy talk. Send all Night actions to me, Night will end Saturday at 8 PM EST.