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[Argembarger]

Alright, 's cool then.

Pandar, what up with people's fixation with you?

[Argembarger]

oh hey, almost twelve hours with no responses by anyone.

We need to at least get out of the random vote stage, or Epstein or Aspinall or whoever is up there is gonna nuke us all from orbit!

[Pandarsenic]

People are fixated on me because I get vengekill'd every game and last time it just so happened to actually work.

[Argembarger]

Have you literally been vengekilled every single game? I've only read 4 and 3.

It must be infuriating.

[Pandarsenic]

Have you literally been vengekilled every single game? I've only read 4 and 3.

It must be infuriating.

Yes. And yes.

[IronyOwl]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Willing to replace in, if someone needs a modkilling.

[NativeForeigner]

Pandar, do you plan to do anything different this game to avoid being vengekilled?

[Pandarsenic]

Not for that purpose, because nothing I've changed has worked.

[Argembarger]

People are just afraid of changing old habits.

[Ottofar]

O Leafsnail, Where art thou?

[Leafsnail]

Still here, waiting for something interesting to happen.

Or maybe I just need to make it happen.

Not for that purpose, because nothing I've changed has worked.

Doesn't that just imply you need to change something different?

[Zathras]

Suddenly, the doors bust open with a powerful kick. A tall figure with a pompadour hairdo and unmistakable dreamy gaze walks in, a powerful shotgun in his hands. "They say there are two kinds of people, divided by their musical preferences for this decade. After today" -- he cocks his shotgun -- "there will be only one."

Leafsnail tries to run, but he grabs her by her ugly, greasy long black hair, smashes her jaw with the butt of the gun, and sticks the barrel way down her throat. "Break the band, would you? But you wouldn't. I'll have to do it for you, you useless bitch."   * BANG *

Leafsnail: You are Yoko Ono. Through your control of John Lennon, your mission is to destroy the Beatles. If they catch you, all is lost. You are John's mastermind & boss, as if you were a Godfather to him.

You can talk to John here: http://www.quicktopic.com/45/H/dBYfZ33bzyWdT
John is: Argembarger.

Arembarger is unfazed. Obviously stoned out of his gourd, but looking with melancholy at the corpse of his girl. "You did try, young man, but it takes two to tango, and at least five for mafia. Don't worry, someone else would have done this to you in a few years anyway." He aims the shotgun at John's solar plexus, and * BANG * he falls down without a word.

Argembarger: You are John Lennon, madly in love with Yoko Ono, and willing to destroy the old Beatles for her. Some would even call your infatuation "Mafioso-like."

You can talk to Yoko here: http://www.quicktopic.com/45/H/dBYfZ33bzyWdT
Yoko is: Leafsnail.

Paul and George are trembling, scared out of their minds, and obviously soiled their undergarments. "Fret not, dudes, this won't hurt nearly as much as the next twenty years would have done."  * BANG * * BANG * Two shots upside the head, two headless corpses hit the floor.

NativeForeigner, Ottofar: You are a loyal Beatle (townie), one of George, Paul and Ringo, but years of drugs and alcohol have messed you up too much to know which one for sure. Still, you must lynch Yoko to save the band; John will help her, so he may need to go too.

Ringo is trying to sneak away, crawling on all fours under the dinner table, trying to get to the door. Unfortunately, this leaves his backside dangerously exposed. The man with the shotgun aims it down the line joining his coccyx and his occiput, and says: "Allow me to be the fifth to say, Vengekill Pandarsenic!" * BANG * "Love you tender, alright."

Pandarsenic: You are a loyal Beatle (townie), one of George, Paul and Ringo, but years of drugs and alcohol have messed you up too much to know which one for sure. Still, you must lynch Yoko to save the band; John will help her, so he may need to go too.

He looks around, with a sad expression in his eyes. "Such a senseless waste of human life; if only they had been arsed into activity." He shakes his head, shrugs mildly, and lights a cigarette. He raises his gaze, taking one last long look at the scene, tips his forehead in a small salute, and says to no one in particular "Thank you very much."


Elvis has left the building.


Game Over. Rocks fall, everyone dies. For future reference: my games will be either played or killed, but will not be ignored. Thank you to those who tried, but it wasn't enough for critical mass. We may or may not try again, but I will observe a period of mourning before trying to host a game after this debacle.

[Argembarger]

O gawd.

Well...

epic ending, anyway.

Shame about them beatles.

[JanusTwoface]

1) Love the flavor.

2) You had these players:

Argembarger - new, lurky
Pandarsenic - lurky
Ottofar - very lurky
Leafsnail - lurky with rare spurts of activity, none here
NativeForeigner - new, seems to be lurky too

What did you expect?

It's sad, but there just aren't that many players left that really force games to be active and they tend to get nightkilled if they're town. 

[Vector]

More mods should do this.  Kudos to you for having the stones.