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I think she's saying you're mafia, thus C could be explained as "I made no night hit last night but will pretend I attacked you."
not the first time Salsa's been a mafia pardoner
Uh, huh.
yup I guess you sure got me.
Oh wait. Remember the first night, the night I said this!
Okay, only on person sent in their role. You all know what that means.here
number 12, you're number's up.
hereOkay, only on person sent in their role. You all know what that means.The only time I argued that killing blindly was ok for the townie side, figuring that in attrition warfare we would maintain the upper hand for a long time and could freely sacrifice, we lost pretty miserably.
number 12, you're number's up.
I also had pretty slick arguments about player numbers and cycles, but ultimately, in attrition warfare the point is that you DON'T sacrifice. Didn't work for Gullas, Niccea or me. It's your prerogative and I clearly stated support for both you and Same, but if you ignore the behaviors, values, or skills of the players and just select arbitrarily, it's risky…
Of course in keeping with my vow not to treat this game as serious business, I'm chill even if we are potentially eviscerating our allies at random, but it's still fun to think about tactics! <3
And then,Narration!here
…
"All right. I'm going to need the dumbbells, the exercise rope, the stop watch…" said the Fitness trainer to himself, as he finished packing his duffel bag, preparing himself for a mayor workout. On the way, he was going to make sure someone he thought has been been slagging off was going to learn the real meaning of training.
Just as he stepped outside he was confronted by a strange man, wearing the silliest mustache.
"Halt, evil doer! You will do no harm tonight!" said the man in the blue sports jacket, doing a split before standing on his hands.
"Hey. That was pretty impressive but I bet you can't do this!" said the Fitness trainer, standing on one hand, with his legs split in the air.
"Heh… Think you can outdo me?" scoffed the vigilante, accepting the challenge. "You'll find that I'm the hottest thing around!"
What followed was with out doubt the most impressive display of acrobatic stunts the town has ever witnessed, where each trick became more improbable and physics defying then the last.
…that is until the Fitness trainer attempted a wall run back flip, followed by a triple airborne somersault and landed on his head.
Rokulily the Fitness trainer worked up her last sweat.
…
OMAIGAW! I must one of those wily mafia! Who know the VIG was a mafia BASTARD!
Be glad I'm not the mayor, cuz I think I know who one of the little mafiosos is, and I'd rather kill Ron than someone else.
Oh and Ayes?
if by "nerve" you mean "landmine" and by "self-named" you mean confirmed then, yes, yes you did.Gosh, Lord Salsa, in case of aircraft malfunction do you double as a personal gloatation device?
>:D
Of course you like the narration that gets me deaded.And I thought 1337's kill was really funny, ha! Great writing Product!Thanks. I got a complaint about making my narrations too short, the other day, so I was trying to step up my game.
if by "nerve" you mean "landmine" and by "self-named" you mean confirmed then, yes, yes you did.Gosh, Lord Salsa, in case of aircraft malfunction do you double as a personal gloatation device?
>:D
yes I'm dead and it's 4:40 AM and I'm writing an essay but damn it I've been waiting to use that pun forever and nothing will stop me, nothiiiing
Narration!
The lamplight was out as the dark figure rested its elbows on the desk while leaning the head to its arms. The pounding on the door grew louder and louder, while the stubborn hinges tried as they might to keep the unwelcome party outside.
"Stall them." said the figure at the desk, while motioning the surly man to guard the door.
"I hope you understand that once this day is over, my efforts to restore the town to it's proper status quo will be severely hampered." continued the figure, as it finished sealing the envelopes. "-Therefore it is imperative that my associates get this message to continue without me…. They must continue the fight."
The figure stood up and handed the envelopes to his messenger, who quickly placed them in her backpack.
"Boss…" started the messenger while trying to hold back the sobs in her voice "I would like you to know… that it was an honor serving you."
At that moment, a large crash could be heard, followed by several gunshots.
"Go now!" ordered the figure and pointed his messenger towards the back door.
The surly man did his best to stall the men but didn't stand a chance against the superior number and was quickly overwhelmed. The villagers, lead by Salsa, walked into the dark room to find the still figure sitting on a chair; enjoying his last cigarette.
[spoiler]
Ayesinback AKA Ron the Don's spirit lives on with his team.[/spoiler]
Day 5 is over.
Night 5 has begun.
Thanks, Product, that was very dignified, especially for a clown.
Quite the dramatics..not the funny clown I suppose. But bravo, I like it.Ah, well, that's because clowns are a serious business.
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