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[notquitethere]

That's a bit of a stretch Tiruin.

[Tiruin]

Its a hunch.

-_-

[notquitethere]

Or it's scum obfuscation. We will see.

[Tiruin]

Hah. Sure you will.

I am now rolling my eyes at your logic.

Woooo~

[notquitethere]

Often I am genuinely unsure about your tone, so I imagine two Tiruins next to each other. One of them is deadpan and serious, and the other is lighthearted and whimsical. And then I imagine them both saying the things you type at the same time.

[Tiruin]

...Yeah, that's me, actually :/

I've conflicting voices in my head which usually take opposing sides in Mafia. I've no idea if that's an alterego or whichever, but its usually going along the lines of 'I've a whole council of thoughts in my heads with their own personalities'...so...that.

Temperament goes along as Phlegmatic/Melancholic anyway. ^^

Also...day end, right? 10pm here. Must be 9pm Web's time.

[RangerCado]

...Sheep, that gambit NEVER works... Ever.

The second Web gets here its day end i believe.

[Tiruin]

...Sheep, that gambit NEVER works... Ever.

The second Web gets here its day end i believe.

You take its a gambit...why?

And 10am, amend my time statement earlier.

[RangerCado]

RL mafia. I've seen three people try that. One was mafia and the other two were town. Voting yourself to be killed never helps in a deception game

[webadict]

As the game steadily comes to a close, TheWetSheep raises his hands up.

"Alright!" he says. "I give up!"

He empties out his pockets. "I'm an Automancer. I have control over the self. But this game has destroyed me. So, I'm done! I'm gonna go to the library, read a book, and hopefully not murder anyone on the way. Because seriously, this game has gone too far, and I'm done with it."

TheWetSheep opens the door, only to be smashed in the back of the head by webadict's skillet. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

"Ow" is all TheWetSheep can get out before webadict brings the skillet down on him again. And again. And again. Toaster and RangerCado move to restrain him. Vector, cautiously, checks his pulse.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WEB? HE'S FUCKING DEAD! ONE OF YOU CALL--"

And they were frozen.

REW <---

"--LLAC UOY FO ENO !DAED GNIKCUF S'EH ?BEW ,KCUF EHT TAHW"

.eslup sih skcehc ,ylsuoituac ,rotceV .mih niartser ot evom odaCregnaR dna retsaoT .niaga dnA .niaga dnA.

PLAY >

Webadict is breathing heavily. The skillet in his hands drops to the ground. The bacon, long ago occupying the pan, now lies on the table, piled neatly onto a plate. He falls to his knees, catching his breath, and searching through TheWetSheep's pockets.

"He was... definitely... not mafia." He then punches TheWetSheep in the face. "Douchebag."

Everyone just sort of stares at webadict. Vector just looks around, shrugs, and says, "Fucking. Weirdo."

Hapah has been modkilled!

Hapah was an Alechemist (mafia).

Vote Count
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Griffionday -
notquitethere -
RangerCado -
TheWetSheep - Toaster, Tiruin, TheWetSheep,
Tiruin - RangerCado, TolyK,
Toaster -
TolyK - Vector,
Vector -
No Lynch -

Not Voting - Griffionday,

4 To Hammer. Day Ends Monday 9 PM Central.

TheWetSheep has been lynched!

TheWetSheep was an Automancer (town).

It is now Night. Please send in yo actions.

[notquitethere]

[Deleted as per mod request]

[Tiruin]

[query on why we're talking]

[RangerCado]

(not talking)

[Tiruin]

[inquiry]

[Vector]

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