Posted 05 May 2009 - 09:44 PM
It is Day 1. 4 hours and 41 minutes remaining
24 Players still alive: Ampelas, Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Emurlahn, Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Hood's Path, Kessobahn, Korlat, Korvalain, Liosan, Meanas, Mockra, Omtose, Rashan, Ruse, Serc, Shadow, Silanah, Telas, Tellan, Tennes
13 votes to lynch, 12 votes to go to night
1 vote for Omtose: ( Barghast )
1 vote for Ampelas: ( D'riss )
1 vote for Meanas: ( Tennes )
1 vote for Telas: ( Kessobahn )
2 votes for Silanah: ( Galain, Gamelon )
13 votes for D'riss: ( Korvalain, Ruse, Shadow, Telas, Anomandaris, Fener, Tellan, Meanas, Silanah, Ampelas, Serc, Omtose, Emurlahn )
Players not voted: Hood's Path, Korlat, Liosan, Mockra, Rashan
"Grandpa, nothing is happening! We haven't even seen Westley and the Princess yet!"
"Patience, my boy, patience. Every good story has a beginning, a middle and an end, and if all the battles and trickery happened now, what kind of story would this be?"
"I guess you are right, grandpa... but if the evil Prince doesn't kill someone soon, how can he be evil?"
"There are many, many kinds of evil, my boy, and some happen with the best of intentions...."
-- Miracle Max's Hovel ---
The sky was darkening, a storm was coming. "Swallow this," Max told the King, handing him a wooden beaker, "and think of Princess Buttercup."
The images that swirled in the cup as the King looked at the foul brew were not for children. "I have perfect breasts," he heard, a whisper in his ear, "and there is a shortage of those in the world."
"Snap out of it," the Queen screeched, leaning past him to peer in the cup. "If that's what you want her for, I'll skin you myself!"
"Yes dear," the King mumbled obediently.
Lightning flashed outside, and out of nowhere, four white horses appeared, galopping at full speed, smashing through the peat and reeds that covered Max's hovel.
A hoof hit his kettle, a lumbering giant shape was thrown through the air, crashing into the cupboard where the magical supplies were kept.
"Ow, that hurt," the shape mumbled.
"Keep on your shirt," another countered in rhyme, Spanish accent obvious.
"No more miracles can be made," Max said, a wistful note in his voice.
"You could start with a clean slate," the dashing man in black atop one of the horses answered.
"I'll round up a lynch mob if you continue to rhyme," Max' wife said.
"Now is not the time," the Princess Buttercup countered.
"Rhyme one more word, and I swear I'll do it, missy!"
--- The Tourney Field ---
The stage was set for Humperdincks coronation: a huge wooden platform, a large staircase leading up to it, banners surrounding it, and small wooden towers all around for the heralds to stand in, their trumpets at the ready.
A few villagers, knowing that they were sheltering the royals amongst them, planned revolution. "We could cut the beams, and when Humperdinck steps unto the stage, it will come crashing down," one cackled.
"We lack axes for that," another said.
"It seems you lack heart for the cause! What are you, a spy from the palace?"
Frantic denial.
"He denies."
"Of course he denies."
"Only scum denies guilt when they are guilty."
"Only scum commits deeds for which one can be guilty."
"He must be scum!"
"Lynch him!"
A rope was found, and soon, one of the support beams of the platform was adorned with a swinging body.
D'riss (Sixty) is dead, he was inno
I'm going to resolve night actions now.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
Help
Omtose, on May 5 2009, 05:42 PM, said:
