Path-Shaper, on Feb 14 2009, 12:28 AM, said:
Another night falls within night, and no one can quite make out what is happening anymore what with all the reveals and all the spam it just seems like a serious disturbing porn movie with rippling muscles and awesome bulging areas signalling intent without words. A cheesey eighties love song seems to be stuck on replay in your head and it is making you do everything in slow motion including random stretching exercies and weightlifting mixed in with an occassional shout at your coach to show determination. None of which are in fitting with how a segeluh should act and none helpful when a challenger deftly engages you mid heroic pose and severs the artery in your neck.
shadow (bent) has died, he was of the school of ice.
It is now day 4. 16 players remain, 9 to lynch/night.
No one has voted.
Alas, poor Bent! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
Still alive. My thanks to Wind for deciding that I was worth keeping around for another day.