The smiling man watched, a slight musical lilt to his steps, as events began to take place.
"I've managed to grease a few wheels for you," he said to the other nearby, and as they walked together, his partner replied.
"With your help, it was almost painfully simple," he replied. "In fact, it'll wrap itself up without either of us having to lift a finger." The two conspirators laughed and went on their way, as elsewhere in the convention hall the fruits of their labor were coming to bear.
* * * * *
RandomdudePerson returned to his room after a long day of shopping, gaming and overall enjoying the convention. After he had successfully implicated the lynching of Hark's corpse, he felt there was little else he could achieve. In fact, while he was thinking of achievements it seemed someone had decided to send him a card to congratulate him. Opening it, he read it aloud.
"Dear RandomDudePerson. Your mother smells, signed…" He bit his lip in a building rage; this person had been dumb enough to sign this thing, oh he was dead! He stormed back down the hallway determined to find this jerk and put an end to him.
Meanwhile, across town another townie found a similar card which in turn read "Your grandmother has flat feet, signed RandomdudePerson." Well, he wasn't going to stand for this! He walked down the halls, his anger giving way to mutterings and his mutterings giving way to near shouting. When he saw RandomdudePerson, he immediately called him out.
"HEY DOOD WHY'D YOU GO AND SAY THAT ABOUT MY GRANDMA, HUH?" RandomdudePerson, in turn flinched ever so slightly, but replied;
"You pint-sized little bastard! Why are YOU talking about my mom?"
"I AIN'T SAY CRAP ABOUT YOUR MOM, DOOD!"
"Okay, you don't have to be so loud man,"
"I'll BE AS LOUD AS I WANT, DOOD!" RandomdudePerson, his ears almost ringing from the sheer decibel count of this maniac was loosing his stomach for the fight, and turned on his heel and headed back to his room. "YEAH YOU BETTER RUN, DOOD!"
[spoiler]RandomdudePerson was annoyed back into his room![/spoiler]
"But before I go…" he said, and pulled out his long barreled .357 magnum revolver, and squeezed off a single round, hitting Seventy2 smack in the face!
[spoiler]Seventy2 the Inappropriately Loud Attendee is dead![/spoiler]
The smiling man on the other hand, heard the shouting and was pleased. As his co-conspirator went on his way, he decided to head back to his private suite and enjoy watching his newly purchased goods on his giganto-screen t.v. He might even rip open some of those rare imports he'd bought and throw them at the t.v. instead of using the remote. "Yes," Garbonzo mused, "it's good to be the king."
"I'd say it's time for a new monarch," a voice said from behind.
Garbonzo turned around only to be smacked in the face with a pineapple. As he staggered, his killer came upon him and stabbed him between the ribs, pulling free his blade and leaving him to die.
"Hm," his attacker said casually, looking over the goods Garbonzo had purchased earlier. "You've got a pretty good selection of comcis," he said, taking them for himself and walking away.
[spoiler]GarbonzoBean the Rich Jerk is dead[/spoiler]
RandomdudePerson had finally returned to his room for good, his ears as sore as his ego. When he finally made it inside, he found someone standing by the window with one foot on the rail and staring out into the night.
"You trying to look cool or something?" Random asked, to which his guest replied with a fierce glare.
"I AM cool you foul beast!" and the attacker dove, knife in hand and slashed wildly. Random attempted to sidestep, but the look in his attacker's eyes, which he could hardly see if at all, was wild and full of malice. He pulled out his gun again and fired off the last five shots he had, and to his amazement, his attacker dodged and wove through the bullets as if he could see them coming. Now, his back to the wall and this psycho in front of him, his shoulders slumped.
"This is so not awesome…"
[spoiler]RandomdudePerson The Badass Loner with Shades and a Gun is dead![/spoiler]
Don't apologize for that… the liklihood that the fake links link to a good web comic is much higher than the ones that Hark puts up! Also, in honor of this game he is changin his name to Harkomiko.
And, is Hark dead or alive??? Can we lynch him either way?? Cause that would be Sugoi!
seventy 2! Ooooh I hate those fake Harko links!
Sorry. I think I might have been the one to start that.
You're dead. You where banned by TFGM, then someone else undid that action, and because of that the other night actions went off. So instead of getting banned, you where stripped of your power, then killed. Then, I lynched your dead corpse. :p
Anyway, now that we all know who I am, I would like to point out that I havnt killed anybody, except the person that attacked me. Whoever that was, is now dead. Hak just needs to fix the narration now so that we'll know who that was. And how can i prove that I didn't kill anyone else? Cause my clues will always be that of a gun! Has anyone died yet of a gun? No, so I'm innocent. I am willing to work with whoever bribes me, and I have only been bribed by TFGM, but hes dead now. So… any bribes? 8D
Not only is already fixed, you're dead. So is Hark. And I thought I started the false link deal… unless it started in a thread before the last one.
And there are two or three people who are going to die by default due to inactivity at the end of night three.