Mafia 76.5 a tentacular horror
#261
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:22 PM
I'm not thrilled with this hammer - people said they are around and willing to do so, just wanted to see if anyone might pop in.
30 minutes might sound awfully less on a 36h day, yet it's still 30 minutes.
I still wanted Osseric to be around, gdi.
Let's see that CF.
30 minutes might sound awfully less on a 36h day, yet it's still 30 minutes.
I still wanted Osseric to be around, gdi.
Let's see that CF.
#262
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:22 PM
Right. That's a lynch. Give me a moment.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#263
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:32 PM
Anthras, on 18 August 2011 - 09:22 PM, said:
I'm not thrilled with this hammer - people said they are around and willing to do so, just wanted to see if anyone might pop in.
30 minutes might sound awfully less on a 36h day, yet it's still 30 minutes.
I still wanted Osseric to be around, gdi.
Let's see that CF.
30 minutes might sound awfully less on a 36h day, yet it's still 30 minutes.
I still wanted Osseric to be around, gdi.
Let's see that CF.
my bad then. I popped in, saw the timer and thought "that's close", especially since there were only 3 non-voters so far, didn't scroll up, to be honest.
#264
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:42 PM
The rain is not letting up. The air is damp and strangely chilling, seemingly immune to the fire you've built. Disturbingly, the fire seems unwilling to battle the cold, retreating and almost going out several times no matter the amount of fuel you've thrown its way.
Sixteen strangers, all huddling around the fireplace, built at the very centre of the inns ground floor. No innkeeper has been found, but the food and, most thankfully, the alcohol has been left behind. Thyrllan sampled the beer early and has since refused to stop.
“You know. It's been told the servants of the Old Ones come out on nights like this”. Anthras keeps his voice low, almost at a whisper yet makes sure everyone can hear him above the roar of storm outside.
“They come out to get little boys and little girls for unholy rites and unspeakable sacrifices”.
“I could do with some unholy rites right now, if you know what I mean”, Osseric quips, but few seem to appreciate the levity.
Galain steps into the light of the flickering flames, stumbling slightly against a drunk Thyrllan sleeping on the floor..
“Christ, I just tried to use the showers and the water smelled something unspeakable. As if something horrible had just farted in the deeps”
Now awake Thyrllan turns to the noise with horror etched on his face.
“He said unspeakable!”
With a drunken shout Thyrllan throws himself at Galain. They stumble and fall onto the fire dousing it and throwing the entire inn into darkness. Osseric's high pitched scream rises up, almost drowning the sounds of feet stomping onto flesh again and again. Soon the sound turns wetter, as if they're stepping on a pillowed soaked in water.
Behind it all, someone quietly cackles in the darkness.
Galain (Lisheo) is dead. He was innocent
It is now night. Please remember to send in your pms. Preferably sooner rather than later.
Sixteen strangers, all huddling around the fireplace, built at the very centre of the inns ground floor. No innkeeper has been found, but the food and, most thankfully, the alcohol has been left behind. Thyrllan sampled the beer early and has since refused to stop.
“You know. It's been told the servants of the Old Ones come out on nights like this”. Anthras keeps his voice low, almost at a whisper yet makes sure everyone can hear him above the roar of storm outside.
“They come out to get little boys and little girls for unholy rites and unspeakable sacrifices”.
“I could do with some unholy rites right now, if you know what I mean”, Osseric quips, but few seem to appreciate the levity.
Galain steps into the light of the flickering flames, stumbling slightly against a drunk Thyrllan sleeping on the floor..
“Christ, I just tried to use the showers and the water smelled something unspeakable. As if something horrible had just farted in the deeps”
Now awake Thyrllan turns to the noise with horror etched on his face.
“He said unspeakable!”
With a drunken shout Thyrllan throws himself at Galain. They stumble and fall onto the fire dousing it and throwing the entire inn into darkness. Osseric's high pitched scream rises up, almost drowning the sounds of feet stomping onto flesh again and again. Soon the sound turns wetter, as if they're stepping on a pillowed soaked in water.
Behind it all, someone quietly cackles in the darkness.
Galain (Lisheo) is dead. He was innocent
It is now night. Please remember to send in your pms. Preferably sooner rather than later.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#265
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:48 PM
After all that, inno. 
Wow, quite a pile on. thought my vote might be necessary but i guess not as people were crawling out of the woodwork.
won't say much till night is over, but at the least we have a decent train to go off.

Wow, quite a pile on. thought my vote might be necessary but i guess not as people were crawling out of the woodwork.
won't say much till night is over, but at the least we have a decent train to go off.
#266
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:52 PM
Thyrllan revels in Galain's death! Now light will live everlasting! Inno? Pah! Galain was clearly some sort of symp/evil guard type. Clearly. Now if only Rashan, that bastard son of Galain, were around, Thyrllan could destroy him too and then nothing could stop Thyrllan!
#267
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:55 PM
Thyrllan furthermore penguin resents the suggestion that his long-sought vengeance on Galain was motivated by nothing more than drunken horror. Thyrllan consumes penguin all, it is true, but Thyrllan himself is not consumed by drink. Alcohol is penguin burned, sizzled, evaporated away by Thyrllan's blinding touch.
#268
Posted 18 August 2011 - 09:58 PM
It is also good to confirm previously sent provisionals, just so that I feel certain that I've not overlooked something in a previous pm.
This is a general message and not directed towards anyone in particular.
This is a general message and not directed towards anyone in particular.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 18 August 2011 - 09:59 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#269
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:08 PM
Thyrllan are you gonna continue this through the entire duration of the freakin game?
And now blame drunkeness... and penguins?
WTF
And now blame drunkeness... and penguins?
WTF
#270
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:14 PM
That was fun. I just had a meeting about our company's involuntary severance package. I'm not sure if you can classify getting a severence for losing your job a good thing but for those glass half full types there you go. Yeah!!!!
#271
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:18 PM
#272
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:42 PM


This post has been edited by Fener: 18 August 2011 - 10:43 PM
#273
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:45 PM

This post has been edited by Fener: 18 August 2011 - 10:47 PM
#274
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:49 PM
Fener, on 18 August 2011 - 10:45 PM, said:
VOTE DRISS
Sorry big guy but we need for night to resolve first before we can vote for people. You look like you are accusing D'riss of being scum. Do you have an ability that tells you if he is scum? Or do you suspect him of being scum without any solid evidence?
#275
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:50 PM
Darkness.
Outside the rain is like a wall. If anything there's even more of it now than when you crushed poor Galain beneath your panicked feet. Everyone's breathing heavily. The sound of it is all that can be hear above the rain. Well, apart from the cackling that seems to go on and on as if whomever it is laughing have no need for air. You cannot see anything and all you can hear is heavy breathing and mad laughter. It's been but one day and already your sanity is fraying. All you can do is pray that it will not have washed away entirely when the rain stops.
The crack of match and the sudden, blinding hiss of flame brings you back to the now. A few breaths later and Barghast has gotten the fire going again. Light slowly seeps outwards as if through ink. The darkness does not act like darkness should. It seems unwilling, almost aggressive as it slowly seeps into the corners. The Cackling continues.
It's Sorrit.
He's sitting with his back turned. Fourteen people are in the room with him yet all anyone can see is his back. You try walking around him. His back. Hunch over and shaking with laughter. Though you cannot see them, his hands seem to be pressed against his face. Listening closely you can almost imagine you hear the sound of nails dragging through flesh. Somewhere far away, strangely separate from the rain comes the sound of dripping water. You can barely hear it yet it overshadows everything else, as if such a thing was possible.
The laughter stops. For a moment all is quiet. You blink and Sorrit is standing in front of you. Eyes that are black pools fasten onto yours. His lips moves soundlessly. Foam gathers at the edge of his mouth.
"He is here" he whispers.
"Who? Sorrit, are you all right?"
He grabs hold of your shirt. Arms stronger than you would have thought possible pull you close enough to feel his brackish breath on your face.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
Tentacles explode from his mouth. His ears. His eyes. They shoot out to wrap around you, forcing you into their cold embrace. You try to struggle. To scream, but it is without meaning. You are pulled towards a whirlpool of horror and all the while, impossibly, Sorrit screams.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
With a start it ends as if you just awoke from a bad dream. A nightmare. Your face is wet. It's cold. So very cold.
Fourteen strangers stand in a circle. In the middle rests a pool of cold, black water.
Sorrit (Peanutbutta) is dead. He was Innocent
Outside the rain is like a wall. If anything there's even more of it now than when you crushed poor Galain beneath your panicked feet. Everyone's breathing heavily. The sound of it is all that can be hear above the rain. Well, apart from the cackling that seems to go on and on as if whomever it is laughing have no need for air. You cannot see anything and all you can hear is heavy breathing and mad laughter. It's been but one day and already your sanity is fraying. All you can do is pray that it will not have washed away entirely when the rain stops.
The crack of match and the sudden, blinding hiss of flame brings you back to the now. A few breaths later and Barghast has gotten the fire going again. Light slowly seeps outwards as if through ink. The darkness does not act like darkness should. It seems unwilling, almost aggressive as it slowly seeps into the corners. The Cackling continues.
It's Sorrit.
He's sitting with his back turned. Fourteen people are in the room with him yet all anyone can see is his back. You try walking around him. His back. Hunch over and shaking with laughter. Though you cannot see them, his hands seem to be pressed against his face. Listening closely you can almost imagine you hear the sound of nails dragging through flesh. Somewhere far away, strangely separate from the rain comes the sound of dripping water. You can barely hear it yet it overshadows everything else, as if such a thing was possible.
The laughter stops. For a moment all is quiet. You blink and Sorrit is standing in front of you. Eyes that are black pools fasten onto yours. His lips moves soundlessly. Foam gathers at the edge of his mouth.
"He is here" he whispers.
"Who? Sorrit, are you all right?"
He grabs hold of your shirt. Arms stronger than you would have thought possible pull you close enough to feel his brackish breath on your face.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
Tentacles explode from his mouth. His ears. His eyes. They shoot out to wrap around you, forcing you into their cold embrace. You try to struggle. To scream, but it is without meaning. You are pulled towards a whirlpool of horror and all the while, impossibly, Sorrit screams.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE
With a start it ends as if you just awoke from a bad dream. A nightmare. Your face is wet. It's cold. So very cold.
Fourteen strangers stand in a circle. In the middle rests a pool of cold, black water.
Sorrit (Peanutbutta) is dead. He was Innocent
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 18 August 2011 - 10:51 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#276
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:53 PM
It is day 2
There's 36 hours left of the day.
14 players still alive: Barghast, Osseric, Anthras, Kalse, Karatallid, Silanah, Korlat, Thyrllan, Telas, Shadow, Fener, Emurlahn, D'riss, Tulas Shorn.
8 votes to lynch.
7 votes to go to night.
Players that have yet to vote: Barghast, Osseric, Anthras, Kalse, Karatallid, Silanah, Korlat, Thyrllan, Telas, Shadow, Fener, Emurlahn, D'riss, Tulas Shorn.
There's 36 hours left of the day.
14 players still alive: Barghast, Osseric, Anthras, Kalse, Karatallid, Silanah, Korlat, Thyrllan, Telas, Shadow, Fener, Emurlahn, D'riss, Tulas Shorn.
8 votes to lynch.
7 votes to go to night.
Players that have yet to vote: Barghast, Osseric, Anthras, Kalse, Karatallid, Silanah, Korlat, Thyrllan, Telas, Shadow, Fener, Emurlahn, D'riss, Tulas Shorn.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#278
Posted 18 August 2011 - 10:55 PM
Tulas Shorn, on 18 August 2011 - 10:49 PM, said:
Fener, on 18 August 2011 - 10:45 PM, said:
VOTE DRISS
Sorry big guy but we need for night to resolve first before we can vote for people. You look like you are accusing D'riss of being scum. Do you have an ability that tells you if he is scum? Or do you suspect him of being scum without any solid evidence?
Thyrllan sagely penguin enquires if Tulas Shorn is really asking for Fener to do an Osseric and reveal a role?!?! Tulas Shorn has shown little wisdom in his time penguin here. Perhaps he has been overawed by the blinding gaze of Thyrllan. Understandable.
#279
Posted 18 August 2011 - 11:01 PM
And that's all for me tonight. You can hope someone takes pity on you lot, but if not you wont have a mod around until I get up tomorrow morning.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
#280
Posted 18 August 2011 - 11:32 PM