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It is Day 5. 11 hours remaining
19 Players still alive: D'riss, Eloth, Fener, Galain, Galayn Lord, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Meanas, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Rashan, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan
10 votes to lynch, 10 votes to go to night.
5 Votes for Rashan ( Kaschan, Serc, D'riss, Eloth, Galayn Lord )
Players not voted: Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Liosan, Meanas, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Rashan, Ruse, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan
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#1941
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 11:19 AM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#1943
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 11:50 AM
She sat with the young girl in the punk clothing, watching as she wolfed down her breakfast, then ordered another portion of noodle soup. "You sure eat like a whole class," she remarked, sipping from her orange juice. "I'm in my growth," she said, around a mouth of miso.
"Apparently. Now, I have to go, but you be careful, OK, I would hate if you ran into something that could harm you... or if I had to be drasticm, for that matter."
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She rummaged through his belongings, the blue Takenaka Corporation bag, the pile of austere and simple clothing, the little meditation shrine, then left. Not much to see, not a lot to learn, apart from the fact that the man was rather traditional.
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He had scouted the place before. Five men inside, including his target, two on guard outside. Their white shirts made them easy targets, and they never noticed him as he walked up to them through the shadows, then fired his gun through the sportsbag he carried it in. The bag muffled the shots even more thoroughly than the custom made silencer. That was the easy part. For just a moment, his resolve wavered, and he wished he had a bunch of squadmates at his back, or even a group of the young eager recruits he had led through several wars. He dropped the bag, rolled through the doors, marking the opposition. Three short bursts from the bull pup took care of three gangsters. One flailed in agony, his heels drumming the floor, tattooed hands covering the gaping mess that was once his stomach. The fourth man cowered in a corner, shocked into a stupor. That happened sometimes. He leisurely double tapped the man, one-handed from ten paces away, as he got up from his roll, the submachine gun bucking in his hand.
His final target, the carp-tattoo that marked her gang large on her bare right arm, ran. He aimed, fired, but she was gone. He cursed. If only he had shot her first instead of the harmless scared thug... oh well. he walked over the last living one, careful to stay a few metres from the man, and double tapped the trigger. Brains splattered all across the room as the skull was shattered, and the drumming of the heels abruptly stopped.
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She approached the man with the mullet from behind, poisoned needle in her hand. She lightly raked the inside of his wrist with it as she passed him, and she knew he would succumb a whole lot easier now. Too bad the poison didn't last long and wasn't lethal by itself.
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He carefully rewinded the tape, replaying her speech for the cameras. Some low ranking official, apparently, but he had his doubts about that. Whoever taught her, had done a very, very thorough job and had made sure she mastered every subliminal technique in the book. That was one convincing show. She rose in his estimation from a pawn to a bishop.
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"Apparently. Now, I have to go, but you be careful, OK, I would hate if you ran into something that could harm you... or if I had to be drasticm, for that matter."
~~
She rummaged through his belongings, the blue Takenaka Corporation bag, the pile of austere and simple clothing, the little meditation shrine, then left. Not much to see, not a lot to learn, apart from the fact that the man was rather traditional.
~~
He had scouted the place before. Five men inside, including his target, two on guard outside. Their white shirts made them easy targets, and they never noticed him as he walked up to them through the shadows, then fired his gun through the sportsbag he carried it in. The bag muffled the shots even more thoroughly than the custom made silencer. That was the easy part. For just a moment, his resolve wavered, and he wished he had a bunch of squadmates at his back, or even a group of the young eager recruits he had led through several wars. He dropped the bag, rolled through the doors, marking the opposition. Three short bursts from the bull pup took care of three gangsters. One flailed in agony, his heels drumming the floor, tattooed hands covering the gaping mess that was once his stomach. The fourth man cowered in a corner, shocked into a stupor. That happened sometimes. He leisurely double tapped the man, one-handed from ten paces away, as he got up from his roll, the submachine gun bucking in his hand.
His final target, the carp-tattoo that marked her gang large on her bare right arm, ran. He aimed, fired, but she was gone. He cursed. If only he had shot her first instead of the harmless scared thug... oh well. he walked over the last living one, careful to stay a few metres from the man, and double tapped the trigger. Brains splattered all across the room as the skull was shattered, and the drumming of the heels abruptly stopped.
~~
She approached the man with the mullet from behind, poisoned needle in her hand. She lightly raked the inside of his wrist with it as she passed him, and she knew he would succumb a whole lot easier now. Too bad the poison didn't last long and wasn't lethal by itself.
~~
He carefully rewinded the tape, replaying her speech for the cameras. Some low ranking official, apparently, but he had his doubts about that. Whoever taught her, had done a very, very thorough job and had made sure she mastered every subliminal technique in the book. That was one convincing show. She rose in his estimation from a pawn to a bishop.
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Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#1946
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:05 PM
Ah, the burn! It's so deep!
I'm not saying don't lynch him. Hell, I'd like to lynch him just to make sense of it all. But we have 11 hours left (or at least we did), and with 4 votes to go (not including mine), it won't not happen.
Would you argue that we got a lot more out of him by not lynching him first though? I think so, but I wasn't so convinced yesterday.
I'm not saying don't lynch him. Hell, I'd like to lynch him just to make sense of it all. But we have 11 hours left (or at least we did), and with 4 votes to go (not including mine), it won't not happen.
Would you argue that we got a lot more out of him by not lynching him first though? I think so, but I wasn't so convinced yesterday.
#1947
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:05 PM
Kaschan, on 26 May 2010 - 11:59 AM, said:
BURN!!!!!
Probably, but only after I die at 75 with a pretty young girl doing lovely things with her tongue to me.
- T., still here for all your crude sexual innuendo.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 26 May 2010 - 12:06 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#1950
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:11 PM
Path-Shaper, on 26 May 2010 - 11:50 AM, said:
She sat with the young girl in the punk clothing, watching as she wolfed down her breakfast, then ordered another portion of noodle soup. "You sure eat like a whole class," she remarked, sipping from her orange juice. "I'm in my growth," she said, around a mouth of miso.
"Apparently. Now, I have to go, but you be careful, OK, I would hate if you ran into something that could harm you... or if I had to be drasticm, for that matter."
"Apparently. Now, I have to go, but you be careful, OK, I would hate if you ran into something that could harm you... or if I had to be drasticm, for that matter."
Don't know what to make of this one. We've seen this type of scene before though, can't help but think it's some form of lover-granted ability...
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She rummaged through his belongings, the blue Takenaka Corporation bag, the pile of austere and simple clothing, the little meditation shrine, then left. Not much to see, not a lot to learn, apart from the fact that the man was rather traditional.
Someone did a find on the monk dude riding the ley lines.
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He had scouted the place before. Five men inside, including his target, two on guard outside. Their white shirts made them easy targets, and they never noticed him as he walked up to them through the shadows, then fired his gun through the sportsbag he carried it in. The bag muffled the shots even more thoroughly than the custom made silencer. That was the easy part. For just a moment, his resolve wavered, and he wished he had a bunch of squadmates at his back, or even a group of the young eager recruits he had led through several wars. He dropped the bag, rolled through the doors, marking the opposition. Three short bursts from the bull pup took care of three gangsters. One flailed in agony, his heels drumming the floor, tattooed hands covering the gaping mess that was once his stomach. The fourth man cowered in a corner, shocked into a stupor. That happened sometimes. He leisurely double tapped the man, one-handed from ten paces away, as he got up from his roll, the submachine gun bucking in his hand.
His final target, the carp-tattoo that marked her gang large on her bare right arm, ran. He aimed, fired, but she was gone. He cursed. If only he had shot her first instead of the harmless scared thug... oh well. he walked over the last living one, careful to stay a few metres from the man, and double tapped the trigger. Brains splattered all across the room as the skull was shattered, and the drumming of the heels abruptly stopped.
His final target, the carp-tattoo that marked her gang large on her bare right arm, ran. He aimed, fired, but she was gone. He cursed. If only he had shot her first instead of the harmless scared thug... oh well. he walked over the last living one, careful to stay a few metres from the man, and double tapped the trigger. Brains splattered all across the room as the skull was shattered, and the drumming of the heels abruptly stopped.
Failed kill (vig?) on the tattooed woman.
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She approached the man with the mullet from behind, poisoned needle in her hand. She lightly raked the inside of his wrist with it as she passed him, and she knew he would succumb a whole lot easier now. Too bad the poison didn't last long and wasn't lethal by itself.
Don't know bout this one either. Removal of a BP? What's this guy walking around with a mullet for anyway? Doesn't he know it's not the 1980s anymore?
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He carefully rewinded the tape, replaying her speech for the cameras. Some low ranking official, apparently, but he had his doubts about that. Whoever taught her, had done a very, very thorough job and had made sure she mastered every subliminal technique in the book. That was one convincing show. She rose in his estimation from a pawn to a bishop.
Chess man committing some sort of find on the reporter woman (the one with the nice dresses?).
#1951
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:12 PM
Eloth, on 26 May 2010 - 12:11 PM, said:
im so hard right now
The image of a 75 year old woman makes you hard?
EDIT - although I suppose an Alina Vicariu look-alike is hot no matter what age.
This post has been edited by Silanah: 26 May 2010 - 12:13 PM
#1952
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:16 PM
Kaschan, on 26 May 2010 - 12:11 PM, said:
Did we level up Tap?
level 4 still.
Barghast does not count for deaths.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#1954
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Posted 26 May 2010 - 12:30 PM
Kaschan, on 26 May 2010 - 12:25 PM, said:
But we did hit 150o posts yesterday
which means level 4... 3 from levels, 1 from kills.
46 posts to go for level 5.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 26 May 2010 - 12:30 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
