I'll tell you this: No one could have visited whimsy, I made sure of that. So she must have visited someone else. Whoever she visited is obviously not owning up. Therefore zombies are Bad News for all of us.
Pinary takes the rap retort like the SWAGGEST OF PLAYERS, uncharacteristically quiet as some irreverent plebs get distracted by a phone booth - even when time itself stops and starts. He raises a single fist into the air, the other at his temple to raise his shutter shades.
His thumb jabs out like a switchblade knife, steady as the horizon with which it seems to align.
He grins. Thumbs up to the one who rose to his challenge, for it has been met with style and aplomb. The spirit of the Callout Playa has been put to rest.
Sruixan has won the RAP BATTLE, and may now privately request a personal BOON from the Moderator. He also earns immunity to all negative night and day actions until the start of D3.
And then Pinary is summarily executed by forces unknown, reality screeching as though it were stabbed right through the Playa's stage.
Pinary has CONCEDED.
Pinary was Fighting Trousers, by Professor Elemental. A sentient piece of music and as such found in Songfia, he could challenge a player in-thread to a RAP BATTLE. The winner would be promised riches, but the loser would suffer a grisly fate befitting the TRUE GRIT that was rap battles.
He was a TOWN CALLOUT PLAYER and would win when all enemies of the town were eliminated.
We won't be able to lynch her today and she knows it. No Lynch's vote's frozen, we've got 3 people stuck in night mode, and between 6-10 inactive players. Even if everyone agreed to it, we wouldn't get the numbers today. Save lynching the mod for tomorrow when it's easier.
we are NOT lynching the mod, the end of trainwreck was fun and all but I hardly wish to repeat it
hmm, boons...do we have a softlynch? if not, we should ask for one. ooh, or deadline votes...
oh also the dartshooting thing was gr9 as far as I can tell. I can't guarantee the nature of future darts but right now I think the shooter is a cool pal who we should not try and kill
(04-10-2013, 05:08 AM)Schazer Wrote: »Lynching the Mod is not recommended; for further details, please consult Sruixan.
Well yes, I suppose I probably am the world's foremost expert on moderator deposition (and also what happens when you take over afterwards), so I can certainly admonish going for it, especially given what happened in the former linked example, the spiritual precursor to this game. If you guys feel silly enough to see it through, however, then I'm hardly in a position to stop you. Just make sure you've got someone willing to prise the reins out of her cold, dead hands (that isn't wheat because he scares me right now and I'm bloomin' invincible).
Anyways, back to the business of being awesome. We've got a boon, I've got a boon, boons are coming out of the walls. I do like Agen's suggestion, for the record; I personally am tempted to do something silly with mine, a stance that surprises absolutely nobody. I'll give it some thought...
(Vote: Not The Author because hnrgh)
(oh and Greg would like to know if anyone is interested in seeing his holiday snaps; he'll likely just throw a slideshow at you later regardless but he's being a polite little spud, bless him)
(ha I just sat down an decrypted all the garbled flavour from Extreme Trainwreck D7)
(past me is always a crafty, obscure-reference obsessed bugger regardless of the reference timeframes involved)
(also gogdammit I really wish I'd wrestled control back from Kíeros in that brief window where I had the chance but noooooo I went and watched Wimbledon instead)
(remind me to host a clusterfuck at some point after May 15th)
(04-09-2013, 11:52 PM)Schazer Wrote: »THE LYNCH MOB MAY NOW REACH A CONSENSUS AS TO ONE BOON THE MOD MUST GRANT THE LYNCH MOB TO MAKE UP FOR THIS ADMINISTRATIVE BRAINFART.
Sweet sound equipent for the rave and hypothetical future rap battles, please.
Also I have had enough of this impostor, Vote Wheat. You better start being in the game some more so that you have a chance at defending yourself because I am coming for you.
I can go for Vote: Not The Author I guess, better some lynch then no lynch. They even keep trying to get us to kill each other!
Palamedes Wrote:Of course, it could just as easily be a joke of their part. Unfortunately, I would dearly like for a lynch to actually go through, and people seem to need a gentle push to actually get around to it. Hopefully that will do.
Aw, Greg was hoping for a bigger audience. It's been awfully quiet in here today; I do hope the protracted day doesn't do a number on our determination and drive... nevertheless, here we go:
On Saturday, the weather was absolutely gorgeous, so I took the opportunity to snap some photos of some lovely local gardens. Greg simply loves a good adventure, so I smuggled him out in my jacket's inside pocket brought him with me so he could explore the grounds and maybe pretend he was having a jolly fine romp through a jungle. I didn't get many pictures of Greg because I had to be quite covert so as not to bemuse my parents kept getting distracted by the beautiful flowers and landscapes, but he's gone through and found six photos that he think came out really well - he's very excited to share them with you!
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So here we are on a rickety look-out point above the river running through the gardens. Greg wanted to get a really good look so I held on to him as he leant over the edge - it was pretty precarious!
Ooh, here we are going down to the bright red bridges on the river; it's separated out into various little lakes with a curious oriental yet swampy vibe. Here Greg's marvelling at the palms along the bank - some of them are pretty tall!
Here we are on one of the bridges; I'm keeping Greg from getting too wet on the railing. If he'd had his way, bless him, he'd have been bobbing about with the ducks on the lake...
Back in July, we had some fairly atrocious floods courtesy an unusually dedicated British summer. The ground got so saturated that when high winds followed, the roots of this poor Monterey Cyprus couldn't take it and so it keeled over, having spent a good 120 years snuggled nicely above the pond. Greg was amazed; this tree had lived out its entire life before he was even conceived! When we got back, I showed him some of my older photos; some from when the tree was still up back in 2011, and then some from last September when it had recently fallen and so the gardeners hadn't yet tidied it up, and he really loved them.
We left the river behind - Greg couldn't help but peer down into this tributary stream! We were headed for a new part of the gardens that promised to provide a stunning conclusion to a grand day out!
These gardens sit just on the Jurassic Coast and now there's a charming, daffodil-lined walk up the hillside to this fantastic vantage point. You can get really close to the edge for a marvellous view of the channel, but you also have Lyme Regis to your right and Portland to your right, pictured here as the bumpy thing in the centre of the skyline (it's the original, for all you Americans out there). There's also a castle in the distance, lots and lots of sheep and even a pair of really cool cannons! Unfortunately, this was the first time Greg has ever seen the sea, and the sheer vastness gave him a bit of an existential panic attack. I suppose a tiny potato like him just can't get his spud brain around the magnitudes of scale involved - I maybe shouldn't tell him about space.
Other, non-potato-focussed photos of the gardens are available on request.
Everyone's just getting a little exhausted. Pines is dead, the phone booth is scaring everyone away, the virus is momentarily contained...
We just need to hurry up and hit the soft lynch on nottles, then wipe out a few less talkative peoples tonight so we can prepare for tomorrow's next big disaster.