I know it's going to seem like I'm just accusing him because he accused me, but I think Crocty is Ronald. There have been several uses of the word "surly" in the Ronald narrations. In Crocty's profile he says things like
But I may want to talk to you. Maybe. It's best to just pretened I don't and leave it at that
. and
I'm one of those whiny annoying tossers who thinks everyone but them on the planet is a complete moron and is correct about it
His avatar also looks quite threatening and unfriendly.
I know it's going to seem like I'm just accusing him because he accused me, but I think Crocty is Ronald. There have been several uses of the word "surly" in the Ronald narrations. In Crocty's profile he says things like
But I may want to talk to you. Maybe. It's best to just pretened I don't and leave it at that
. and
I'm one of those whiny annoying tossers who thinks everyone but them on the planet is a complete moron and is correct about it
His avatar also looks quite threatening and unfriendly.
Pretty sure the surly thing is just to tell you it's that henchman.
Of course if it is a clue, you could say he's a Beast, or a God among men who should be worshipped as such.
Like your avatar and profile. I wanted that to sound like a clever accusation, but people not knowing what I mean wouldn't get it. Hmph.
Ahhhhhh greasy ballot…so if Shirkersama is the Don, would that even register, with the Don's hiding powers? I'll check out the other two to see if they match other clues.
Wait Shirkersama got me all confused by mentioning the Don and I started to think I had accused him of being the Don. Bluh.
Okay yes, if Shirkersama is Caesar like I believe he is, the greasy ballet would make sense. This is what happens when I only get 5 hours sleep. Stupid Mafia keeping me up so late.
I love how everyone's faces have been blocked, with the exception of the guy with the pillows.
Just wanted to give you guys the heads up that there's a pretty good chance that I'm going to be late with the narration tonight. I'm still at school and will be spending the rest of the day there, followed by a training session that doesn't finished until just after 11, my time. After that I still have to get home and settle down before I can start writing up the narration.
"Run, run as fast as you can; You can't catch me, for I'm the Ginger Man." sang 1337 as he pranced down the street "-I've run away from a little old Colonel, a little lynch mob, and I can run away from you, I can!" "That's probably the stupidest taunt I've ever heard." called Caesar out as he came panting behind him. "-Your hair isn't even red, for christ sake!" "You know, you wouldn't be having such a hard time catching me, if you weren't so fat and out of shape." mocked the 1337 master. "Maybe if you had stuck with carrots…" "Ugh. This is exactly the reason why we're killing you guys!" groaned Caesar, all annoyed now. "-We're sick of all of this 'high and mighty - oh so better then you' attitude as you attempt to force feed us some tofu bean paste, as if it were some sort of super food of justice." 1337 was now content on ignoring the complaints of the exhausted criminal and proceeded to outrun him. It didn't take too long for him to loose sight of him, resulting in very smug looking individual. "These bozos couldn't catch a paraplegic, stuck in a snowbank" shrieked 1337 to himself "-And here I thought I should be worried about-" -The smear on the road had not much else to say, after the car was done with him. "There's more then one way to win a race." said Caesar through his grin.
[spoiler]Why did I am the 1337 master, the vegetarian cross the road?[/spoiler]
Elsewhere, a nigh invincible man was flaunting his unkillability by staring at a barrel of a gun. "Yes! That's right! I'm not afraid of you!" said Hark, mocking the gun that was pointing at him. He quickly got bored of this though and decided to walk away from the display window of the gun store. None the less, he maintain his confidence that nothing could possibly stop him. That is of course, until someone decided to stop him. "What's this?" asked Hark, as the surly man handed him a box. "Eat it!" was the reply. Harkovast was quick to put up a skeptical face, since he wasn't exactly the type who'd put everything that was handed to him in his mouth. If he did, he'd be doing movies, he would not be particularly proud to talk about. However, he was quick to change his mood when he discovered the contents. "Oh boy!" he said, picking up the tightly wrapped, fragrant burger. "-I've been craving something like this, ever since I had to endure Random pigging out in front of me." "Well… then… I suppose that's that." said the surly man and preceded to turn away. "Oh! Wait! No! I can't eat this" complained Hark "-It's got onions." The surly man sighed and turned to pull his trigger. "My boss is going to hate me for taking out a cat."
[spoiler]Harkovast the Aid was a picky eater.[/spoiler]
A deafening scream could be heard from one house, when it's owner discovered the man in his fridge. "A man can't live on bread alone." said the deep voiced narrator. "That's why the only way to properly enjoy freshly baked buns is if it's packed with layers upon layers of vegetables and tofu patties. Give the Double Decker Veggie Delight a try; today!"
[spoiler]Another villager received a burger.[/spoiler]
The greatest sport's hero that has ever existed was perplexed by his inability to find his target tonight. So devastated was he by his failure that he decided to walk on his hands all the way home.
And yet again, the same poor sucker was picked for an all night training of PAIN! "Please!" whined the villager. "-I got to sleep sometime!" he begged. "How dare you think of sleep!" yelled the trainer "That's another 100 push ups, for you!"
Although truth be told, I guess I’m sorta flattered that anyone might think I’m such a mastermind, I have to point out that for one with the “most common sense”, I’d say Townston is doomed with Salsa leading the way.
Seriously, Salsa didn’t take advice about eliminating player 12, did he? Oh no, because he knew better.
And he voted to have both BffSatan and Randomdudeperson lynched because he knew better.
And IF he is actually the vigilante, he’s nailed ONLY one mafia because, you know, Salsa knows what’s what.
And now I'm his target. Well, look at the track record.
As uncommon as this is, I Am The 1337 Master (may he rest in peace) had better sense: He was right about Jack
JACK IS METT…Probably. . . .
He was right about BFF
We do realize that BFF isn't mafia, right?
And I think he’s right about Salsa
Also, Go after BFF I'll get 1337 myself.
KILL ME!!!
And I can't believe I sent you my suspicions.
We are so over salsa…
Oh, and deja vu: not the first time Salsa's been a mafia pardoner. Enough's enough, I'm lynching Salsa.
