Rokulily grenades don't kill monkeys! Monkeys kill monkeys (with grenades)!
oh! thats my cue!

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Aaaaannnd I'm back! I'm gonna work on the narration and release it shortly.
Sorry for skipping a day.
Niccea noticed it first, so she gets the points.21.Ted the Capital Punishment Delivery Systemâ„¢ Died during Day 2I wonder how long it will take you guys to notice this.Noticed. Do I get a PP point now?
Fairy Hark-mother and apes with grenades.……ooooookay.
Rokulily grenades don't kill monkeys! Monkeys kill monkeys (with grenades)!
oh! thats my cue!
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Rokulily and I think that proves my original point…
Gullas with a kill role is exactly like monkeys with grenades!
Rokulily grenades don't kill monkeys! Monkeys kill monkeys (with grenades)!
oh! thats my cue!
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CUTE ^^Rokulily and I think that proves my original point…
Gullas with a kill role is exactly like monkeys with grenades!
*pulls out the pin* what are you talking about :P? AH! A GRENADE!!:S *throws the grenade into the woods* I don't agree with yo- *BOOM, Aghammer's leg flies back to gullas's feet*
Hey a leg! wonder what I can do with this and my gigantic box of grenades >:)
Salsa it is that kind of talk that starts wars!
Seriously, 90% of wars start because someone calls someone else a yankee.
Just look at whats happening in Iraq!
Sadam was telling everyone "Oh man, that yankee Bush won't dare come get me!"
And when Bush heard about it, that was it- WAR!
Interesting fact- I am actually the only person who plays DD mafia who is from the UK. Everyone else who claims to be British is from Bulgaria. I don't know why, Bulgarians are just weird I guess.
Narration!
The "Presque Français" was the snootiest eatery in all of Townston. Under normal circumstances, you'd need to fill in a loan application in order to go there. It was a place that only accepted important people with roles were allowed to eat. The maitre'd was guiding Waff and Crocty to a table but they had arranged an meeting there to discuss business.
"Ze house special, oui?" Asked the waiter, while placing the wine list on the table. The two guests nodded and proceeded to talk about the situation that the town was in as soon as they got their privacy. Shortly after, the waiter returned with their wine and two covered trays.
"Tête de cheval" said the waiter and removed the lids revealing two horse heads facing each customer.
"What the hell is this?" asked Waff angrily.
"I apologize, good sir, if you're not happy with the selection." sad the waiter with a humble bow "Your choice of course was selected by a benefactor who wished to remain anonymous."
"Wait, did this person tell you to send me the same meal, as well?" asked Crocty confuse.
"Non." Replied the waiter. "It was a separate order, made by a different person, who also wished not to reveal his name."
"Well, in any case, I believe I just lost my appetite." said Waff and stood up to get his coat.
Crocty agreed and they both decided to leave
[spoiler]Waff and Crocty have been horseheaded![/spoiler]
The Veteran was running his training exercise benching weights and pumping iron. He was not gonna let any low down dirty criminal get the best of him, that was for sure. After finishing his shower in the locker room the rugged townie went to his locker and opened it up. A grenade had been installed inside the locker with a note hanging from it saying "From Russia with love". The act of opening up the door had pulled the pin and there wasn't enough time to run for cover. With quick thinking, the veteran slammed the door back and pushed up against it with all his might. The explosion threw him and the door to the opposite wall but remarkably, he was still alive. The door had caught all the deadly shrapnel that otherwise would have tore through his body. As he examined the pin, that was still attached to what remained of the door, he noticed a small text saying "made in Georgia".
[spoiler]The Veteran was attacked![/spoiler]
Hearing an explosion coming from the gymnasium, Aghammer decided to rush in and examine what had happened. As he neared the scene he noticed someone else approaching the building.
"Do you know if anyone died?" Asked Aghammer as he came closer.
With almost ninja like response, the trench coat wearing man turned around and said:
"I don't know if anyone died but I can show you something that's ALIVE!"
What Aghammer had just seen could not be unseent. The image was burned to his brain, causing him to flee in terror.
[spoiler]Aghammer has just been flashed![/spoiler]
As the clouds covered the moon, a sinister man dug a hole in the graveyard. Later that night the clouds had developed a darker tone and lightnings now struck his secret laboratory in an oh so cliche fashion. Turning his dials and pushing his buttons the mad scientist laughed his signature insane laugh.
"Arise my precious! Arise and live again!"
[spoiler]GarBonzo Bean has risen from the grave.[/spoiler]
Night 2 is finished.
Day 3 has begun.
Awsome narrations dude!Thanks. I do try.
Awsome narrations dude!Thanks. I do try.
Unfortunately, it has come to my attention some evidence that your infallible GM can in fact slip up from time to time. When I wrote the narration where Hark died, I forgot to mention that he was both the Detective AND a Bodyguard. I've made the necessary corrections now.
Garbonzo bean rose from his grave?
GARBONZO BEAN?
Who the hell clapped and said they believed in him, damn it?
Now PP is just taunting me!
Without my influence this game is going to hell. Not only is no one dieing, the number of dead is DECREASING!
Someone bring me back to life and give me a chainsaw!
Update- And it just gets worse! Not only are others coming back to life but he forgot to mention my full job description until now! I am getting disrespected around here! PP is lucky I am not the godfather, with the amount of disrespect I am being shown I would have to make him an offer he couldn't refuse!
Garbonzo bean rose from his grave?
GARBONZO BEAN?
Who the hell clapped and said they believed in him, damn it?
Now PP is just taunting me!
Without my influence this game is going to hell. Not only is no one dieing, the number of dead is DECREASING!
Someone bring me back to life and give me a chainsaw!
Update- And it just gets worse! Not only are others coming back to life but he forgot to mention my full job description until now! I am getting disrespected around here! PP is lucky I am not the godfather, with the amount of disrespect I am being shown I would have to make him an offer he couldn't refuse!
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