Post by Pollux Oil on Jul 4, 2008 0:15:51 GMT -5
Final Vote Count
misterblockey (5): hawkeyeop, Survivor Smurf, Merestil Haye, Roosh, Nanook
Survivor Smurf (1): Rysto
Not Voting (3): pedescribe, Kat, misterblockey
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For days, misterblockey had said he was a Horseman of the Apocalypse, and for days the town had let him be. But as the talking grew to a minimum amongst townspeople, it was finally decided that the self-proclaimed Horseman had to die to benefit the town.
"But wait!" misterblockey cried out. "It's nearly impossible for me to succeed in my goals! I'm trying to help you all!" The town ignored him. It was time for misterblockey to die.
As per the tradition, the killing knife was handed to hawkeyeop as misterblockey was forced to his knees. "You're making a mistake!" he said.
Hawkeyeop rolled his eyes. "They all say that." And he plunged his knife into misterblockey, who coughed once and then collapsed without fanfare. The town waited...and waited...and waited....but misterblockey did not even start to bleed.
As hawkeyeop started to back away slowly, misterblockey jumped to his feet with a grin on his face. "Well, I figured that fake attempt at dying wouldn't last too long." He pulled the knife out and touched his chest, which didn't even have a mark. "Shame, this was a nice shirt."
"What the hell..."
"He really must be a Horseman!"
"Oh my god! We're all going to die!"
Misterblockey waved his hand. "Nah, you guys got me fair and square. I was just around here to have a little fun and cause a little chaos. You know, war and all that." He gave a toothy smile. "I tried, but there's only so much a guy can do, right? Anyway, I'll be heading out now. Toodles!"
With a flash and a thunderclap, misterblockey vanished with a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, a sword was stuck in the ground and a red cloak was attached to it, fluttering in a non-existent breeze. As the town grew closer to examine it, they noticed a few words sewn into the inside of the cloak in fancy gold thread. The words said: "Property of War."
"Wow, I guess he really was a Horseman..."
"...that was a close one."
But dusk wasn't completely over for the town, because suddenly pedescribe keeled over and died. He hadn't said anything for two days, so the town didn't really notice until a half hour later. And when they investigated, they found he was truly unremarkable...just another Survivor.
And then there were seven.
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misterblockey, aka War, a Horseman of the Apocalypse (Role Redirector/Survivor) is gone for good.
pedescribe, a Survivor, is dead for not meeting his talking requirement for two days in a row.
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Night Six begins now. No strategy talk. Night Six will end Sunday at 8 PM EST.
misterblockey (5): hawkeyeop, Survivor Smurf, Merestil Haye, Roosh, Nanook
Survivor Smurf (1): Rysto
Not Voting (3): pedescribe, Kat, misterblockey
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For days, misterblockey had said he was a Horseman of the Apocalypse, and for days the town had let him be. But as the talking grew to a minimum amongst townspeople, it was finally decided that the self-proclaimed Horseman had to die to benefit the town.
"But wait!" misterblockey cried out. "It's nearly impossible for me to succeed in my goals! I'm trying to help you all!" The town ignored him. It was time for misterblockey to die.
As per the tradition, the killing knife was handed to hawkeyeop as misterblockey was forced to his knees. "You're making a mistake!" he said.
Hawkeyeop rolled his eyes. "They all say that." And he plunged his knife into misterblockey, who coughed once and then collapsed without fanfare. The town waited...and waited...and waited....but misterblockey did not even start to bleed.
As hawkeyeop started to back away slowly, misterblockey jumped to his feet with a grin on his face. "Well, I figured that fake attempt at dying wouldn't last too long." He pulled the knife out and touched his chest, which didn't even have a mark. "Shame, this was a nice shirt."
"What the hell..."
"He really must be a Horseman!"
"Oh my god! We're all going to die!"
Misterblockey waved his hand. "Nah, you guys got me fair and square. I was just around here to have a little fun and cause a little chaos. You know, war and all that." He gave a toothy smile. "I tried, but there's only so much a guy can do, right? Anyway, I'll be heading out now. Toodles!"
With a flash and a thunderclap, misterblockey vanished with a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, a sword was stuck in the ground and a red cloak was attached to it, fluttering in a non-existent breeze. As the town grew closer to examine it, they noticed a few words sewn into the inside of the cloak in fancy gold thread. The words said: "Property of War."
"Wow, I guess he really was a Horseman..."
"...that was a close one."
But dusk wasn't completely over for the town, because suddenly pedescribe keeled over and died. He hadn't said anything for two days, so the town didn't really notice until a half hour later. And when they investigated, they found he was truly unremarkable...just another Survivor.
And then there were seven.
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misterblockey, aka War, a Horseman of the Apocalypse (Role Redirector/Survivor) is gone for good.
pedescribe, a Survivor, is dead for not meeting his talking requirement for two days in a row.
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Night Six begins now. No strategy talk. Night Six will end Sunday at 8 PM EST.