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Incidentally, Salsa is the only Peta employee with any common sense.

Now that, that made my day.

Alrighty then Send me your roles so I don't have to use my program to decide who dies tonight.

Laugh it up chuckles.

Mettaur
Do you mind if I draw out the narration? Just seems like something I'd have fun with.

And although Salsa is pardoner, gods help us all, I feel safe knowing a complete new guy is in charge of the most violent-for-nonviolence organizations in all of Townston history. We were such foo- I mean, so very wise in voting BFFSatan, the SpudStud, our president.

I voted for him cause his campaign reminded me of my first campaign. Kept my vote there insuring his victory cause I am pretty sure I am still the only person to be elected pardoner in their first game((excluding thee first game)). And I didn't want him to upset this record. So I gave him the record of being the first player to be mayor on there first game((excluding thee first game)).

@Salsa: I stick with my first post. No one will know my role until I die! Also weren't you campaigning about using it if we didn't elect you? Now you doing if with roles also? I will not abide by terrorist threats sir. For I am a Real American.

Mettaur
Do you mind if I draw out the narration? Just seems like something I'd have fun with.

Go ahead. But you better make sure I get them. I was going to draw them, but Fiance stole my sketch book.

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
Kept my vote there insuring his victory cause I am pretty sure I am still the only person to be elected pardoner in their first game((excluding thee first game)).

I really don't want to go back through the archives and do all the work to confirm this. So… :kitty: Let's just say that…

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
I voted for him cause his campaign reminded me of my first campaign. Kept my vote there insuring his victory cause I am pretty sure I am still the only person to be elected pardoner in their first game((excluding thee first game)). And I didn't want him to upset this record. So I gave him the record of being the first player to be mayor on there first game((excluding thee first game)).

@Salsa: I stick with my first post. No one will know my role until I die! Also weren't you campaigning about using it if we didn't elect you? Now you doing if with roles also? I will not abide by terrorist threats sir. For I am a Real American.

I actually think i was pardoner my first game. i had no idea what i was doing and everyone got lynched.

also, i should have voted for you, the real american. you brought tears to my eyes.

Niccea

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
Kept my vote there insuring his victory cause I am pretty sure I am still the only person to be elected pardoner in their first game((excluding thee first game)).

I really don't want to go back through the archives and do all the work to confirm this. So… :kitty: Let's just say that…

The funny thing is that the moment I saw monkey's comment I thought “Niccea will probably look that up :þ”

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
@Salsa: I stick with my first post. No one will know my role until I die! Also weren't you campaigning about using it if we didn't elect you? Now you doing if with roles also? I will not abide by terrorist threats sir. For I am a Real American.

Yeah, I did, but I don't have any definite non targets. There are 6 killers on the loose and only 15 townies. Assuming that they incur no losses and that none of them hit the ones that the bomber plants, it'll be 10 to 6 after the first night, 4 to 6 after the second night (lynched a townie on the second day), and the it'll just the serial killer and the mafia at the end of night three (two bombs+two kills take care of the town).

So yeah, Either I get some roles or I go with the dice, because taking a chance now is better than doing nothing.

Salsa
Either I get some roles or I go with the dice.

Pardoner has killing powers since when?
I accept this as a personal threat.

i am still who i am.

A Reaver
Pardoner has killing powers since when?

A you may notice that I seem to be randomly and violently discharging my orbital weapons. I would like you to know that no one was hurt in this display and that I always make sure to safely hit my intended target.

While I've got your attention, would a paramedic please protect A Reaver, I would very much like not to have him die.

My fellow Townstonians, I am humbled and honoured that you have chosen me, a humble potato salesman, to lead this town and PETA. As my first act as president I declare meat super-dooper-illegal (more illegal than it was before). All who possess it shall face my wrath and the wrath of the town, in short; a lot of wrath. Fur is also super-illegal. Shark riding is now also illegal, so no more of that please.

A Reaver

Salsa
Either I get some roles or I go with the dice.

Pardoner has killing powers since when?

Since forever. I just kept them secret for fours straight games which made everyone forget that they were there. I then hid the power under a lot of bureaucratic red tape so only those few who knew how to get around said tape or who had scissors could access them.

BffSatan
My fellow Townstonians, I am humbled and honoured that you have chosen me, a humble potato salesman, to lead this town and PETA. As my first act as president I declare meat super-dooper-illegal (more illegal than it was before). All who possess it shall face my wrath and the wrath of the town, in short; a lot of wrath. Fur is also super-illegal. Shark riding is now also illegal, so no more of that please.

*zips-pants-back-up*
Btw,this-is-naturally-occurring-fur.No-really,-i-bet-i-got-more-hair-under-my-arms-then-most-of-you-do-on-top-:p

TheFlyingGreenMonkey

A Reaver

Salsa
Either I get some roles or I go with the dice.

Pardoner has killing powers since when?

Since forever. I just kept them secret for fours straight games which made everyone forget that they were there. I then hid the power under a lot of bureaucratic red tape so only those few who knew how to get around said tape or who had scissors could access them.

rofl!

Oh, well. . .grats president and pardoner. Now we play the most intense of games, the waiting game. . .

Congrats to Bff and Salsa!

Can't wait until the congratulatory mayoral feast: first course potato soup, then potato salad, main course: baked potato with sides of chips and fries, and potato pancakes for dessert!

Salsa

A Reaver
Pardoner has killing powers since when?

… I wont ask whats happening there.

I will however apologize for forgetting what role you said you had.

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Niccea

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
Kept my vote there insuring his victory cause I am pretty sure I am still the only person to be elected pardoner in their first game((excluding thee first game)).

I really don't want to go back through the archives and do all the work to confirm this. So… :kitty: Let's just say that…

The funny thing is that the moment I saw monkey's comment I thought “Niccea will probably look that up :þ”

It is a lot of effort to go through the member lists of 40 different games and look for new players (have to compare down the line). An effort that I don't have time for with the schedule from hell.

Niccea
It is a lot of effort to go through the member lists of 40 different games and look for new players (have to compare down the line).

I know. That's why I made that Mafia game clicky list, to make things easier :þ

A Reaver
Pardoner has killing powers since when?

You know… in theory, every single pardoner has had a passive kill role. He has the ability to pardon someone who's due to be lynched so whenever he refuses to use that power, he's indirectly killing that person.

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A Reaver
Pardoner has killing powers since when?

You know… in theory, every single pardoner has had a passive kill role. He has the ability to pardon someone who's due to be lynched so whenever he refuses to use that power, he's indirectly killing that person.
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I know but I mean they cant exactly Ion beam anyone they see fit… Unless of course salsa is secretly the government…. CONSPIRACY I SAY!!

A Reaver
I know but I mean they cant exactly Ion beam anyone they see fit… Unless of course salsa is secretly the government…. CONSPIRACY I SAY!!

and for the record I prefer plasma to ion weapons (although the ion beam weapons in Homeworld are really cool).

Salsa

A Reaver
I know but I mean they cant exactly Ion beam anyone they see fit… Unless of course salsa is secretly the government…. CONSPIRACY I SAY!!

and for the record I prefer plasma to ion weapons (although the ion beam weapons in Homeworld are really cool).

I-REMEMBERZ!!!

:kitty:

Okay, only on person sent in their role. You all know what that means.

number 12, you're number's up.

I am so mafia that the mafia doesn't even know how mafia I am.

You should all attack me because that's how mafia I am.

I am also so mafia that those attacks will not have any effect and I will just kill you all.

That's how mafia I am.




Apologies Product.



So we all voted for BFF and Salsa and not me.

God. Salsa's name is junky enough. He's obviously a fast food man. Like…The Tostitos guy or somethin like that…
And BFF? SATAN?

You'll rue the day…or somethin like that…

Or somethin like that…



To Chipdip: I'd send in my role if I knew what you were for sure.

Salsa
Okay, only on person sent in their role. You all know what that means.

number 12, you're number's up.

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.

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

Ochitsukanai

Salsa
Okay, only on person sent in their role. You all know what that means.

number 12, you're number's up.

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.

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

Well seeing as it's Roku, I'd really hate to do it, but if she gives me her role I'll re-roll.

I Am The 1337 Master
I am so mafia that the mafia doesn't even know how mafia I am.

You should all attack me because that's how mafia I am.

I am also so mafia that those attacks will not have any effect and I will just kill you all.

That's how mafia I am.

well, good enough for me.

salsa, better attack him, he is mafia after all.

Still working on the clues. Narration will be up shortly.

Narration!

The exhausted villager pushed himself up against a fence post, in order to catch his breath. Ever since Seventy2 incorporated a nightly jog into his routine, he's been pushing himself harder each and every time. The Personal trainers would indeed be impressed with him, had they decided to come for a visit.
As Seventy pressed his finger up against his neck to count his pulse. He noticed someone walking over to him, carrying something in his hand.
“Try this.” said the surly man, handing Seventy a greasy cardboard box, decorated with creepy smiles.
Seventy2 was quick to notice the scent of charred flesh emitting from the box and refused with a frown.
“Well, that's too bad-” said the man, putting the box a way before reaching for his pocket “-It's bad for the boss cause it means he won't get any business out of you and it's bad for you cause that means my boss doesn't need you around”.
Despite Seventy2's best effort and ample training, he could not outrun a bullet.

Seventy2 the vegetarian didn't like his happy meal.

It seems like the biggest campaigners of todays election had caught most of the unwanted attention, since KomradeDave was also being approached tonight.
“Something I can help you with?” asked Komrade.
“Well, I have a situation that needs to be resolved” decreed the balding man before pulling up a knife “-Normally I don't like dirtying my hands but me and my associates have decided that you're a too big of a threat for us.”
With a dramatic gesture befitting the snootiest noir films, KomradeDave was stabbed by his assailant.
“Et tu… Caesar?” whimpered KomradeDave before going down.

KomradeDave the Aid received an Oscar for his performance.

Harkovast was in a foul mood. He's been that way ever since that damn health food trend started. Standing outside the chicken eatery, he contemplated if he should go in. After much deliberation he opted not to since going green meant more readership. But he had caught the attention of the store owner…

Walking back home while muttering to himself, Hark was unaware of the Sharply dressed man who was following him. It wasn't until he could hear the heavy breathing right behind him, when he realized the crazed individual who was about to go all Ozzy Osbourne on his head.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” screamed Hark, as he narrowly dodged out the way of the snapping jaws.
“Well, aren't you the feisty little chicken?” said the Colonel, rushing at him again.
“What are you calling me chicken for?” yelled Hark, while hanging of a treebranch he had just climbed up.
“Only chickens would be afraid to walk into a chicken restaurant so you must be a chicken!” argued his would be devourer while jumping upwards in order to grab Hark's leg.
The combined weight of the two was enough to snap the branch, causing the Colonel to break Hark's fall. It was enough to disorient him long enough for his would be victim to get away.

Harkovast escaped the Colonels deep frier

“You're all mine now!” said the hungry man, laughing manically at his victim. With his knife wielding arm in the air, he plunged the blade into the fragile flesh and the Eggplant Parmesan dish was no more.
“Mmmm… my favorite.” squeaked the Hamburglar cheerfully as he dug in.
“What the hell happened to you?” said the intruder staring at him with disgust. “-You used to be cool.”
“When has the Hamburglar ever considered to be… hey, wait a minute! What are you doing here?”
“You used to be a fast food spokesperson but now you're flagging the green flag.” said the intruder angrily and punches the Hamburglar of his chair, before he's able to stand up.
“Look man… I don't want any trouble with you.” Said the Hamburglar, with his attacker standing over him.
The intruder took off his jacket and fixed his pointy hat. “Well… that's too bad. You may not be part of the fast food industry anymore but I've got a message to give to your old friends.”
“…what message?” asked the Hamburglar.
“…I'm back!”

The Hamburglar the vegetarian went the way of his Eggplant Parmesan.

“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.

Elsewhere a villager wished that he was never borne as the remaining Fitness trainer worked the crap out of him.

B.K. Was very lonely tonight, since his intended target never showed up. Perhaps he was occupied or already dead?

Night 1 has ended.

Day 2 has begun.

Well I understand if you don't want to give me you roles now, but consider this: if I was not Sportacus, then why would I say that I am? It's too risky and I admitted to killing Rokulily. So I would like to make it known that I would very much like for the town to win, and if we work together, I think we can. For example, One of the murders mentions noir. I have reason to believe this is referencing Niccea's DD mafia comic. Would anyone else like to take a crack at it?

Ah dang. Oh well.

I made my own death art.

Looks like his meal wasn't so…happy.