MURDERFIA: WOOP ZOOP IT'S CLOBBERING TIME

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SpoilerPotato: Whimbrel

Vote:0_o

Why are you shipping a squirrel with a severed phallus on a plate

totes fo shiz vote: Akumu for rillz been there.

Bigro I can't believe you bait me into doing a bad thing and then try to kill me

This is not a venue for unsolicited criticism OR inappropriate content

Vote: Jacquerel

i think page 24 is the best page yet

Good evening Gentlemen, j'arrive!
Apologies for my absence, I have been... detained.
Vote: 0_o for his flagrant display of foie gras, which is a blatant affront to ze people of my homeland.
*fiddles with thin moustache*
Au revoir, mon amis. I shall endeavour to return post-haste.

Rookies itt

Not changing your forum setting to 50 posts per page

i'm no rookie

i'm goddamn rocket power in this shit

i started with something big and fancy and I got lazy and it became this

#tw: horrible fanfiction, shipping

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SpoilerA young woman drives up to a dingy old building late at night. It's Friday evening, a rainy and dark night. The clouds loom about overhead, the sound of rolling thunder repeating itself throughout the night sky. The moon shines through one small break in the clouds. A full moon, no less.

She turned off her car and climbed out apprehensively. This man was supposedly a master therapist, one who could help her with her problems. They had discussed the issue at length before her visit, probably the most exhausting phone conversation she had ever endured.

The issue was plain and simple: the young Seastorm had been suffering a series of nightmares following an old newspaper article she found in her attic. The newspaper article detailed the death of a young girl by the name of Schazer - a friendly and attractive young flower, her life tragically cut short by the lover she had left behind. For some reason, the story had left Seastorm horribly unsettled and disturbed.

She turned the knob and entered the dusty old building, a series of diplomas from various universities crudely nailed to the wall. Passing by the certificates and an old woody desk, she eventually arrived in the center chamber. The old, wood-paneled walls, the dusty tan carpeting - it all seemed so unsettling. It was as if the young Seastorm had stumbled into the psychiatric office from one of the horrible B-movies her friends made her watch. She cringed.

0_o, the therapist, sat in his chair eating a bowl of pasta. They were none other than #mspastafia brand Rodinis, everyone's favorite store-brand noodle.

"Take a seat," 0_o said in a slow but powerful voice. "I believe to know the answers to your problems."

Laying down on the recliner, Seastorm thought about what might happen next. Where would these sessions take her? Had her discovery of the young Schazer in 1928 set in motion a course of events that would forever change her life? The answer would come the instant 0_o turned around.

0_o was holding a beautiful bouquet of roses. He quickly knelt down by the recliner, where Seastorm shot up with the speed of a last-minute panic lynch, like something out of Dersehunt or some other chaotic, high-post volume game.

"I've..." 0_o started, choking as he spoke. "I've... always wanted to tell you that I've fancied you." He looked longingly at Seastorm.

"I..." Seastorm gasped. A new feeling was rising in her, one she had never felt before. Her pulse raced, her limps failed to form what she wished to express. Eventually, as her emotions spiraled out of control and tears welled up in her eyes, she found the ability to speak her mind."

"Oh, 0_o..." she moaned, gasping for air to make the next bold statement on her mind.

"You fucking bastard!" Seastorm ripped the bouquet of flowers out of his hand and promptly hit him over the head many times. "How dare you exploit my emotional vulnerably to try and get closer to me! You probably just want me physically, not emotionally-"

At that instant, Paranoia appeared. "0_o, you scumbag!" Para rushed him with a knife, pinning the therapist against the wall. "If you even think of trying to take the object of my affection, why I should just-"

"...Seastorm?" A young and naive Tea, one who was particularly killer in his snazzy dress clothes, walked in. "What are you doing here, my love?"

"Your love?" Para snapped, throwing 0_o to the floor, where poor 0_o slumped and remained motionless. Para grabbed Tea, and pinned him to the wall in a similar fashion to his prior treatment of 0_o. "So you're the bastard who's been rutting on my girl, huh?"

"I... I swear, it was a mistake!" Tea muttered. His appeal to pity had failed him, however - Para quickly made short work of Tea, practicing his best punching techniques on the defenseless caffeinated drink lover. The emotionally distraught Seastorm bolted out of the room, ignoring the desperate pleas of a testosterone-powered, lovestuck Paranoia.

She ran to her car and cried the evening away, waiting for someone to console her. In due time, Jacquerel showed up and placed himself within her car, wrapping his arm around her.

"Don't worry, darling," he whispered in her ear. "Nobody understands you like I do."

From a distance, a figure watches as the two shadows in the car conversed and chatted. He laughed, quickly scribbling notes on his notepad. What started as a list of names became a cluttered mess of arrows and hearts and crossed-out lines as the night progressed.

"This is gonna make a great story," he muttered...

I am never apologizing for this, you all saw something like this coming

can solaris and pilot pls have a fanfic-off
and the loser gets lynched

i endorse the above idea

Yeeeeeeeeee haw!

I don't care to read/hear what any of you have to say. Dang nab it, you are all just in it for yerselfs any way.

Vote: 0_o because that's the only things I've been able to understand what's going on.

Now let's get on killin'!

Why are we all about lynching 0_o?

no

Okay, I have no particular opinions on anyone, because seriously how can you manage that in a game like this, but 0_o looks like the only vote that's going anywhere, and I want the game to get to night so we can all die horribly and then look back on this and laugh.

Vote: 0_o

Just 24 more votes to hammer

YAY got home, screw the catching up im just going to post and vote: 0_o

time to get my popcorn and watch this murder go down.

Why are we all about lynching 0_o?

Because early on he incentivized it by adding each player that did vote for him, for either lynch or potato, to a list of people he would give liver failure to.

Oh, I missed that part! Since we're not close to hammering, I guess I'll get on that list.

Un-vote: Mehgamehn

Vote: 0_o

But what if the liver failure is a bomb? Then you're playing right into his hands, you fools!

Obviously the safest solution is not to do anything. Ever.

Happily Ever After, right?

can solaris and pilot pls have a fanfic-off
and the loser gets lynched

^^^^^^^^^^

also is it just me or is 0_o someone on the list of people we probably shouldn't be lynching right now since he hasn't given his liver failure thing away yet? (is that even a night thing or)

no

solaris loses by default vote solaris

Why are we all about lynching 0_o?

Because early on he incentivized it by adding each player that did vote for him, for either lynch or potato, to a list of people he would give liver failure to.

that makes total sense. but does that mean we are all going to have fail livers? cause considering the amount i drink i sort of need it.

Can we LYNCH SOLARIS and POTATO FOGEL?

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