so I'm lookin at this

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

Product Placement
Harkovast the copycat is dead

(a) crazy woman. See avi
(b) has a cat comic (of sorts) see A Cat Tale.
© Self-promotes (see item b)
(d) Is a copy cat (see items a-c)

No. It’s not the same. But then same is not the same. No one can take your place Hark.

but my days are numbered. The Anthony Mercer has taken notice. BEWARE The Anthony Mercer.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

frankkerr
Why am I now imagining Oz as the crow?

*Caw*
*Caw*

…

Okay, I'm back.

*looks at thread*

well, damn.

I apologize, I should be better at solving clues and I jumped on the band wagon to Lynch Maru and for this I feel that I should apologize. We are too few, we need to be strong, we need to remain united!

Hakoshen
I don't know what to say. I mean, I really don't.

Geez, Hakoshen, I always make you crazy avatars you don't use. You don't have to rationalize not using them.

Remember last time I replaced your gun with a wedge of photorealistic Brie? Also I think you were a mime once. Good times, good times…

I would just like to say that if I die tonight it's all TFGM's fault.

TheFlyingGreenMonkey
My blame list
1.) Me for pointing out the clue.
2.) People jumping on one clue when Kroatz had two.
3.) Suprisingly not ninja.
4.) Monkey filled robot in a dog suit.

Why does my innocence in this matter shock you? What precisely are you implying? … You still mad about that whole “lol, I'm actually a zombie and I wanted to kill you” thing? Cause that was just my “I wanna murder things” phase…

I have one thing to say to all of you:





Gobble. Happy Turkey Day to anyone who cares about it. I'll be gone all day.

Happy turkey day you folks.

Anyways, my car decided to be a dick today so I'm in a slightly foul mood.

May take it out on those who die tonight.

Also. I'm a moron. I forgot that there was a bomb on Hark and thus it should have been discovered last night. I will instead report it in tonights narration.

Turkey day you say?

My guts hurt when i walk. maybe that's because nobody wished me luck for my surgery?

Ochitsukanai

Hakoshen
I don't know what to say. I mean, I really don't.

Geez, Hakoshen, I always make you crazy avatars you don't use. You don't have to rationalize not using them.

Remember last time I replaced your gun with a wedge of photorealistic Brie? Also I think you were a mime once. Good times, good times…

I do not remember being a mime! Seriously. I need to go ahead and start my new comic so I can have an explanation as to who that guy my avatar is. Because he's not “me” if you, follow.

I believe I was the mime.

Mettaur
My guts hurt when i walk. maybe that's because nobody wished me luck for my surgery?

I thought Oz did and I thought it was surgery on your man bits hence the “I may never be able to have children” part? Why do your guts hurt?

It was on my man bits, but the incision was above my guts, they then moved this knife around all careful and stuff to get to the messed up parts.

Ah. Well thats not good at all. Get some icecream.

Just got home from a meeting. Am working on the narration now. Expect a slight delay.

frankkerr
Scene

Best scene in the movie.

There is always time for lubricant.

Indeed. Now for a laugh and to keep you occupied untill the narration.
http://www.foddy.net/Athletics.html

edit: The url link button thing messed up the link.
edit,edit: There. Fixed that for you.
~Love. Product Placement.

wishing everyone a happy thanksgiving and/or a great day!

Narration!

The midnight wind sent chills to the bone for the lousy weather reporter had the audacity to report a cold spot tonight. As a result, the streets were unusually empty, since people were staying inside, unless they absolutely had to.

Unfortunately for our local hitman, he was on a mission.
“Lousy Godfather for not investing in warmer headware.” he complained.
“Oh but fedoras are so stylish” he continued, imitating the voice of his boss.
Grumbling to himself he continued down the road, looking for his mark. He had a special someone on his mind tonight and chuckled with the prospect of giving that individual a nasty case of lead poisoning.
After hiding around a shadowy ally for a short while, his target finally appeared, walking down the street, prompting the hitman to get out his gun.
“LOOK OUT!” someone shouted, pushing the target into cover, before the gun went off.
“Blast it.” cursed the hitman as he pursued the two men who ran around a street corner but by the time he reached that same corner, they were nowhere in sight.
“Screw this. I hate running.” said the hitman to himself, while putting the gun back in his pocket. “I'm taking a nap”.

I guess paramedics can come in handy from time to time.

“*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*” said the door, loudly; rudely waking up Kroatz.
“Whnatup now… with the…” grunted Kroatz, as he was jolted out of his dream, most confused about what he was trying to say.
“*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*” continued the door, insisting that somebody payed attention to it.
“All right.” He groaned, as Kroatz stood up from the couch that he was napping on and approached to open the door.
“Did you hear that they are proposing new gun control laws?” asked the person at the door.
“They are?” asked Kroatz back, still working some of the sleepiness out of him.
“Well, I sure hope I don't get in trouble for… CONCEALING A WEAPON!”



Kroatz has been Flashed!

“Noooo….” screamed Kroatz, as he ran under his bed, wishing he could make the bad images in his head go away.
As he sobbed there for a short while, he discovered that someone was walking into his room.
“Thought you could hide from me there?” the intruder asked.
“Oh god! You're back to torment me some more?” asked Kroatz back.
“Hmm? I don't remember tormenting you before but I suppose that can be rectified.” replied the intruder as he stood over the bed that Kroatz was hiding under.
“Wait… who is this?” asked Kroatz now all confused.
“Someone who decided it's time to clean up this town.” said the intruder.
By now Kroatz realized that wet liquid was dripping down on him, through the mattress and a golden stream started splattering all over the floor, originating from where the intruder was standing.
“What the… You better not be peeing in my bedroom!” Kroatz shouted angrily.
“Heh… Not quite.” chuckled the intruder before dropping a match on the petroleum soaked bed and jumping out of the room.

Kroatz the Duelist is having a rather bad night.

Meanwhile, a rather jolly looking man could be seen walking into his home. Closing his door, he breathes a sigh or relief from getting out of that cold.
“About time you got home!” Said an angry voice in the darkness, prompting the homeowner to reach for the light switch. No luck there. The lights are out.
“How dare you make us wait like this?” asks another voice, causing the now terrified villager to reach for the door he just came through.
A knife cuts into his arm, before he could reach the knob, causing him to scream in pain.
“We don't like waiting for our victims”.
“No. We don't care for it at all”.
“We don't like to be bored”.
“Don't care for it at all”.
“Clearly you must be punished”.
“Clearly you must”.
And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.

jninjashadow the Flasher wished he had it as good as Kroatz

“Now, I know I was due for a check up but is this really necessary?” asked the concerned villager as he was being strapped to a heavy duty examination board.
“Very much so.” replied the scientist. “You have no idea how many patients manage to escape, without proper restraints. Now open up and say aaaahh…”

A villager gained the following ability:
Wolverine claws:
Who needs weapons when your own arms are deadly tools? You now gain a kill power, if you didn't posses one already.

“Good lord. How far did he shove that thing down there?” asked the coroner, as he struggled to pull the rubber chicken out of Harks esophagus. As he prepped himself for a final tug, he couldn't help not noticing something attached to the back of Hark's armor plating, lying on the personal items table.
“Who could have put that there?” pondered the coroner, as he detached a rather small explosive from the plate, for further investigation.

Speaking of bombs. Another one was planted tonight.

Meanwhile, a rather shaggy looking lady walks into a run down building and approaches a binged up man, wearing a fur coat. She closes in and whispers something to his ear.
“My, my, my.” Says the pimp. “Isn't that interesting.”

Night 2 is over

Day 3 has begun.

Product Placement
And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.

Oh sweet f@cking Christ… They took my…. they hacked off my… my… GRAAAAH!

Seems the mafia is in a string of bad luck, Let's Hope it holds. The Vig Killed Kroatz so that means We really need to focus on the twins clues and have a double lynch. (Sits regretting that he does not know how to be a good clue solver)

jninjashadow

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And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.

Oh sweet f@cking Christ… They took my…. they hacked off my… my… GRAAAAH!

I feel sympathy for you, ooooh..that really would hurt. Well, just leaving it hanging there, makes an easy target. Lucky for me, I had docs working on my junk, not psychopaths.

A lot of this stuff makes me almost happy that I got off so easy, just flat-out dying…

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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.
“Then you should take it on my brother. It was his decision to come here.” replied the figure with a soft voice.
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.”

“Oh, we do have other hobbies that we share.”
“But we're not in the mood to tell you our life story.”

Fancy kicks = hakoshen profile “Either way, I've studied tae kwon do, karate and jiujutsu”
Quiet = Roku's proflie
Life story = Roku's blank life comic
hobbies = Roku has a list of likes
Good times ahead = Hakoshen's pro “it's sort of a preview for a new comic project of mine. Look forward to it!”

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“About time you got home!” Said an angry voice in the darkness, prompting the homeowner to reach for the light switch. No luck there. The lights are out.
“How dare you make us wait like this?” asks another voice, causing the now terrified villager to reach for the door he just came through.
A knife cuts into his arm, before he could reach the knob, causing him to scream in pain.
“We don't like waiting for our victims”.
“No. We don't care for it at all”.
“We don't like to be bored”.
“Don't care for it at all”.
“Clearly you must be punished”.
“Clearly you must”.
And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.

In the darkness = Roku's avi is surrounded by black cross hatch? Hakoshens comic icon has him surround by blackness.
Bored = hakoshen mentions just drawing when he is bored.
Don't like waiting = Roku's photoshop is making her wait to update and she called it a jerk

Okay a lot of these clues are stretchs and so far I have done a horrible job at misinterupting clues((I'm known for this except for my first game.)), but don't blame me if I'm the only one doing the clue solving. Also PP please break down the clues after this game so I know how bad I did T.T

EDIT: By the way I was the one who was attacked last night. Thanks other medic whom ever you may be :D

EDIT EDIT: Where is the detective? Is it an inactive player? Goddamn inactive players!

I was a townie.
I got killed.
I already told you who is to blame for my death.

Kroatz
I was a townie.
I got killed.
I already told you who is to blame for my death.

At least you saw the pride of Townston before you died.

…

…

By which I mean my cock.

Kroatz
I was a townie.
I got killed.
I already told you who is to blame for my death.

Well, at least you didn't have to go through all the grief stages recovering from that flashing. You'll be missed.
Can't believe that a bullet wasn't sent my way -

— (to the living)

re clues:
why Wolverine hands? Who would pick who to operate on?

anybody in particular like playing with gas/petrol? Or watching it?

anybody complain about feeling cold (needing warmer headwear?)

quiet — have not heard from gullas, who lists many hobbies in his activities, or pastel. Hak and Anthony Mercer rarely post,

*caw caw*
Mad scientist, please revive me!
*caw caw*
I will help you win the game!
*caw caw*