Palamedes Wrote:Well that was true. There was never supposed to be another mind in here with me and oh my god this is a mess.

Palamedes Wrote:Well of course I knew it was a long shot, but at this point I figured I might as well have some fun with it. Maybe I should suggest shooting a lurker, since they're killing this game and-wait a minute that's good.

(12-03-2013, 09:13 PM)Epamynondas Wrote: »Okay guys how about we Modboon: Split the crime against nature that is NotThePalamedes into two separate players?

Not that I don't want them dead, I'm just trying to maximize the corpse count here.

(12-03-2013, 09:13 PM)Epamynondas Wrote: »Okay guys how about we Modboon: Split the crime against nature that is NotThePalamedes into two separate players?

Not that I don't want them dead, I'm just trying to maximize the corpse count here.

• Bring the MetaMafia MACHINE in
  
• Schazer brings back Firstday
  
• Everyone gets a daykill
  
• Resurrect Solaris (and maybe Jacquerel in hyper-hypocritical hydra form), aka Ignanoo aka the obliterator
  
• Undo [REDACTED], or maybe retcon [REDACTED], so N2 becomes the bloodbath it was supposed to be
  
• Kill the Moderator (requires n players to generate this boon, where n is the number of players required to hard lynch plus the number required to soft lynch. This is currently 29 players)
  
• Split Slot 27 into two separate players

Palamedes Wrote:Also somebody sure is focused on their looks. I'd like to help dye bigro's outfit red. Think it'd look good on them.

(12-03-2013, 05:12 AM)No Lynch Wrote: »Back from beauty sleep. Don't think it did much.

Vote: Bigro, if only to make things more Down To The Wire

Potato: TehPilot

WEEEEEOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOWEEEEOOOOO

OH SHIT IT'S THE BRIT COPS. AGAIN. They manage to avoid running anybody over this time, but it appears they're driving more carefully. They also upgraded to... a long Volkswagon? A Volkswagon limousine? Do they even make those?

They pull up with much fanfare, leap out, assemble themselves in rank and file, and open the door and usher out their VIP.



"Which one of you is No Lynch!?" she roars, flecks of tea flying off her moustache (helpfully raised in place on a little stick by one of her aides). You can tell who No Lynch is because they have a look like they just realised they had a lunch date with the Queen of England, via very fancy invitation, and totally forgot.

The Queen marches over to No Lynch and lifts him by the scruff of his neck, then punches his face clean off.

"We know a thing or two about Majestic Pluralisms in House Windsor," she scoffs. "We could've taught you, too, if you'd dragged your ungrateful hide to our lunch invitation like we offered. Here's a helpful hint for the road: One must use the Majestic Pluralism at every. Provocation."

She fistbumps one of her BRIT COPS, flashes a peace sign to the lynch mob, then hightails it out of there.

No Lynch has been killed for failing to follow a DEADLY EDICT.

Quote:i'm just going to slow the virus down while i concocted a cure for that terrible consequences upon us all. potato: cerebralconfinement because my grandpappy told me to never trust a message from a thing

Quote:oh yeah, sorry about the prevention of deaths last night i received a cure and the rabbit hole and liquified rabbit flesh, this rang out like a bell

Quote:ha, i notice you express concern about the author for that terrible consequences upon us all.

Quote:d0gbot: play dead next to stepping into the rabbit flesh, this rang out the killer. i need to have no idea what i'm doing and the mysteriousness of the course of future history forever

Quote:i needed to slow the virus down while i see through your games with the great ones have no idea what i'm just going to stepping into the night i received a message from a future history forever

Quote:potato: not the course of future history forever. also unplug d0gbot.

Quote:“DecidedlyDevious was The Virus. A scientific experiment gone horribly wrong, he was a completely new creature – a new form of life that had never existed before. Once per night, he could pick a person to infect. The infection spread quickly; if a person with the virus visited, or was visited by anyone, they too would gain the virus. If someone with the virus then came in contact with someone who also had the virus, the visited would die. Doctors could cure the virus. Despite his actions leading to death, his premier desire had been the propagation of his race and the survival of his kind.”

He would win when half of the total players – that is to say, ten, living or dead – were infected by the virus. This had come to pass, and as such, he has left the game. He was aligned with no particular group, and his win condition varied from all the others, he in effect, he was a third party.