RE: MURDERFIA: REDUX: D3 (36/36)
12-04-2013, 01:26 AM
EVENT!
(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.
No Lynch was a Meta Mafia expatriate, which is all the preamble you need when I explain he was MetaSchazer and also Schazer's Mafia magnum opus Brooklyn Taylor, rocket-propelled scumhunting chainsaw extraordinaire. He was also forums user Niall operating under the alt account No Lynch up until the end of N2, and forums user Anthano Zasalla from D3 onwards. Give it up for those guys! To further add to the identity woes, he was No Lynch and all the trouble that entailed.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.
As the MetaSchazer, he was out to murder the MetaSlipsicle (who was not in Murderfia, thus defaulting the deceased to the win condition of Serial Killer). Their kills were undoctorable.
As the player No Lynch, their extant state prevented the lynch mob from failing to kill a player in the event of a No Lynch. If No Lynch reached Soft Lynch at the end of the day, No Lynch (the player) would die instead.
He was a PROTECTION-PIERCING SERIAL KILLER WHO WAS ALSO NO LYNCH. No Lynch has LOST.
One of you doctortypes from Quarantine who's still probably hanging around breaks it to you gently, by which I mean they run around screaming for some hand sanitiser after examining the body. Chainsaw. Bodies. Whatever.
No Lynch has been infected with the VIRUS.
No Lynch has been infected with the VIRUS.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow