Music is magical, but those pelicans . . . those pelicans will cut ya.

DAAAAAMN YOUUUU PELICAAANS!

Thats sum classic Kroatz right there.

Niccea
I had a crazy dream last night. And some of you were in it. We were playing mafia…but it was at my school (but it didn't look like me school) and my teacher was leading it. There was actually a collection of mafia people and people from my childhood. All I can remember is that TheFlyingGreenMonkey had a role called Mad Dog and he used it to take down the class president from my high school (who was elected mayor). The star American football/Real football player from high school had a role called Chivalrous Knight. I had a role called Tomato Spy Kid. And everyone was acting out their roles and I kept thinking, this won't take long at all. The GM was Rokulily…

Down with the government!

fashionably late, of course.

Niccea
The GM was Rokulily…

she's on to me…

Roku's art is cute as usual…
I miss the butterfies though.

rokulily
she's on to me…

you know what you must do

ayesinback

rokulily
she's on to me…

you know what you must do

Bribe her with bake goods?

TheFlyingGreenMonkey

ayesinback

rokulily
she's on to me…

you know what you must do

Bribe her with bake goods?

Bring out the ninja-trained butterflies. obviously

ayesinback

TheFlyingGreenMonkey

ayesinback

rokulily
she's on to me…

you know what you must do

Bribe her with bake goods?

Bring out the ninja-trained butterflies. obviously

DAAAAAMN YOUUUU BUTTERFLIEEEES!

Niccea
I had a crazy dream last night. And some of you were in it. We were playing mafia…but it was at my school (but it didn't look like me school) and my teacher was leading it. There was actually a collection of mafia people and people from my childhood. All I can remember is that TheFlyingGreenMonkey had a role called Mad Dog and he used it to take down the class president from my high school (who was elected mayor). The star American football/Real football player from high school had a role called Chivalrous Knight. I had a role called Tomato Spy Kid. And everyone was acting out their roles and I kept thinking, this won't take long at all. The GM was Rokulily…

That… is amazing. I somehow haven't remembered any of my dreams for the past week.

Anthony Mercer

Niccea
I had a crazy dream last night. And some of you were in it. We were playing mafia…but it was at my school (but it didn't look like me school) and my teacher was leading it. There was actually a collection of mafia people and people from my childhood. All I can remember is that TheFlyingGreenMonkey had a role called Mad Dog and he used it to take down the class president from my high school (who was elected mayor). The star American football/Real football player from high school had a role called Chivalrous Knight. I had a role called Tomato Spy Kid. And everyone was acting out their roles and I kept thinking, this won't take long at all. The GM was Rokulily…

That… is amazing. I somehow haven't remembered any of my dreams for the past week.

I don't usually remember my dreams. Its been that way since I was like 7.

I'm likely gonna hit the hay as soon as I'm done posting the narration tonight, since I had a very busy day and I'm attending class early tomorrow. Because of this I won't be updating the lynch result until noontime GMT (early morning in the States). Thus, don't be shocked when you don't see your votes, just yet.

Kroatz
Roku's art is cute as usual…
I miss the butterfies though.

the butterflies are behind the glasses- its whats making them sparkle

rokulily

Kroatz
Roku's art is cute as usual…
I miss the butterfies though.

the butterflies are behind the glasses- its whats making them sparkle

Then I blame your glasses for depriving me of some butterfly-ing goodness.

DAAAAAMN YOUUUU GLAAAAAAAAAASSEEEEEES!

rokulily


fashionably late, of course.

Niccea
The GM was Rokulily…

she's on to me…

Nice. Just one little quibble, the hat is brown, But I guess you could claim it's the glow of being pardoner.

Salsa
Nice. Just one little quibble, the hat is brown, But I guess you could claim it's the glow of being pardoner.

Thats just the newness. It will wear off in time.

Busy day and I can only hope that I'm not dead. I only have a half hour before having to drive to work.

So anyone want to bet on if I'm dead tonight? Or on how many people sent in a kill targeting me? I mean there is mafia, twins and the ripper. So at most three. Or they could all think that the other groups will take care of me so no one may attack me. Free rider problem. I'm hoping for that outcome.

Well, I'm going to bet that I won't be dead tonight. Only because I have no idea about what I'm doing. And you regulars like to have the bumblin clowns around town as long as they don't get in your way.

So for the first night, I think I'll be OK.

And with that bravado, I'm a marked crazy woman, but if I die, at least I'll be able to shed this God awful avatar.

so? when when when when when when

Having regrets on the avi, eh? I still don't regret my Gir tattoo.

That wasn't the image..but that is Gir in all his PEEGY! glory.

ayesinback
And with that bravado, I'm a marked crazy woman, but if I die, at least I'll be able to shed this God awful avatar.

We already have a crazy woman here. Her name is harkovast.

Kroatz
We already have a crazy woman here. Her name is harkovast.

Yeah, but with all that armor, I don't think you can discern whether or not any shedding is going on

but that's probably a personal thang

ayesinback

Kroatz
We already have a crazy woman here. Her name is harkovast.

Yeah, but with all that armor, I don't think you can discern whether or not any shedding is going on

but that's probably a personal thang

Shedding?



But anyways, Harkovast is the crazy cat lady man around these parts.

Kroatz
But anyways, Harkovast is the crazy cat lady man around these parts.

Thought that was TFGMI know I said I wouldn't make that joe again, but COME ON!

Narration!

From the comfort of his home a rather questionably looking paramedic was busy putting down his tools of the trade into his doctors bag.
“Let's see…” the doctor muttered to himself. “Scalpels… check. Skull drill… check. Bone saw… check.”
“Those look rather outdated, don't they?” said a voice behind his head as he felt a gun being pressed to his back.
Raising his arms, the doctor turned calmly to face his opponent.
“No need to act rash now” the doctor said. “I'm sure we can find a way to resolve this delicate issue in a civilized manner.”
“Afraid not.” the hitman replied. “I'm a team player and tend to follow my group.”
“Hmm… A pity.” remarked the doctor, as he waited for his assailant to do his deed. “I was looking forward to exploring this town.”

I Am The 1337 Master or Jack the Ripper didn't last very long.

The flash in the window was the only notable sign that something was afoot inside 1337's house which were not noticed by anyone, not even his next door neighbor. Although, that was hardly a surprise, since this particular neighbor had a very rigid evening routine that he always followed to the letter in a precise order and none of his tasks included looking out a window.
“98…. 99… 100..” said the villager as he finished brushing his hair before carefully putting a fingernail's length worth of toothpaste on his toothbrush and measuring it with his tape measure. 30 strokes on each side, along with 20 for his front teeth and he's done in the bathroom.
As he counted the steps between the bathroom and his bedroom he was so startled by the presence of a knife wielding maniac coming at him that he accidentally stepped backwards, meaning that he would not make the distance to his bedroom in 12 steps, like usually.

The poor knife wielding maniac never saw it coming.

Ozoneocean the hitman picked the wrong person to deal with.

Elsewhere a tougher then the average looking man was busy closing up his MMA center. He was the boastful type who didn't shy away from letting others now that he could handle himself in a fight or two. Surely such claims would attract unwanted attention. Yet nobody waiting for him outside his gym. Nobody was prowling the streets as he walked them. Nobody was jumping him from a bush as he fumbled the keys for his front door. This night was turning out to be rather disappointing.
That is until he closed the door and discovered that he was not alone in the house. A quiet figure stood alone in his living room, waiting to be noticed.
“Oh boy, did you picked a wrong house to break into” said the muscular man and flexed his biceps.
“Then you should take it on my brother. It was his decision to come here.” replied the figure with a soft voice.
“And where exactly-”
He was cut short by a blinding pain in his foots as a knife cut through both his Achilles tendons, causing him to drop down on the floor.
“You won't be making any fancy kicks today, I'm afraid.” said the second unwanted house guest, who had just crawled from under the coat rack.
With the bloodied knife pressed upon his neck, the villager was now utterly at the mercy of his assailants who were now breathing excitedly over their catch.

“We're going to have fun with this one, aren't we?”
“Oh yes. I believe he will last a long time.”
“Ah long time indeed.”
“Good times ahead.”

“What kind of sick bastards are you, getting jollies of this?” the victim asked. “Don't you guys have any hobbies that you can pursue?”
“Oh, we do have other hobbies that we share.”
“But we're not in the mood to tell you our life story.”

Asmun the Veteran was double tagged.

In other parts of the town, paramedics went on a wild goose chase, a bomb was given a new home, someone threw a mafia invite into a trashcan and a man wearing a long coat was having a hard time finding his target (since he was already dead).

Night 1 is over.

Day 2 has begun.

All righty. Who has OCD?

—

and ,ooophf, bad luck there Oz, Az and 1337

Ozzy, you will be missed.
The sweet tones of your singing voice will linger in the wind…

Now a question to the poster below me:
Do you have a working brain?

Not me onetwothree! Not me onetwothree!

That narration was magical miracles!

Ocean tried to kill me using science, but it was based on lies and so failed.
He should have realised I had music around me (that you can hear and feel but it can't be seen!)

Ayesinback- read Harkovast and my actions will make more sense…or at least I will get more hits. So its win/win really!