I don't think so. I don't remember saying anything about Zazie's alignment.
I remember commenting on fl, Gurgi and Fluff, though.
So can you comment on everyone else then?
Sure, I don't think it's going to be particular helpful, though.
Have a gut thing against you, but I figure this is mostly from seeing you as scum in Advertising Mafia and not really seeing anything different here.
Patrick is not as obv-town as his site-wide reputation would suggest, but it seems that's down to disinterest.
Leaning town on SpyreX, not even sure why.
Nuwen, DDD and Bat are meh.
SpyreX wrote:TDC and LLama have no votes up.
I said I'd hammer Zazie if necessary. Wouldn't know whom else to vote. (If I did, I wouldn't condone a lurker lynch.)
Lord Gurgi wrote:You purposely framing what I say negatively is not shutting down my case, it's petty. Trying to shut me up is good for you regardless of your alignment, but it stops me from getting a read on you. People I can't read, I lynch. I am not going to stop.
If you are not going to add anything that hasnt been covered, or even bring those things up really, im going to be somewhat petty about it. If you have new things to talk about, or want to bring up old points im fine with it. Just kind of doing the hand wave "yeah that stuff" thing, is not going to be something I let happen.
7 - ZazieR (Goatrevolt, Debonair Danny DiPietro, Lord Gurgi, Elmo, SpyreX, forbiddanlight, Battousai)
1 - Debonair Danny DiPietro (ZazieR)
1 - Elmo (Patrick)
1 - Lord Gurgi (Nuwen)
With
12
alive, it takes
7
to lynch and
4
to lynch at deadline. Deadline is September 1, 10:00 pm CDT.
Not Voting – 2 – LlamaFluff, TDC
~
The man in tweed sits in a back room somewhere in the Hotel, while observing the festivities in the Lobby through the use of a concealed camera. The guests had been reluctant at first, but a concensus was definitely forming. He fills his lungs with the air of anticipation, and a smile involuntarily cuts across his face. He could practically taste the blood that would surely be filling the air very soon.
Hurriedly, he opens a drawer and picks several guns from his collection with his right hand, while typing commands with his left hand to a few closely trusted servants. Through the magic of the Hotel, he walks through a few walls and stops once he stands in one of the corners of the Lobby, which had been darkened just moments ago.
After a couple minutes of waiting, the classic scene arises: ultimatums are made, and seven people raise their hands – some timidly, some boldly. The faces in the room show traces of exasperation, tiredness, anger, bitterness, regret. ZazieR looks particularly distraught, as if he was just led to believe that the moon was going to crash into the Earth. He half-stands out of his chair, and at that moment, there comes a soft clapping. ZazieR freezes.
“Oh,
congratulations
!” says the man in tweed. He claps while he walks from the dark corner. “I just
knew
you could do it! Really, I ought to have more faith in humanity. It looks like ZazieR is today’s lucky winner. I’ll make it quick.”
ZazieR, in a frantic motion, jumps behind a few of the other guests and attempts to use them as shields while blocking Mr. Wilson’s line of sight. The man in tweed simply looks unamused and makes no attempts to aim or fire, but instead holds a gun at his side. He looks slightly bored, and says:
“Nobody move.”
Two seconds later, there is a gunshot from the back of the room and ZazieR falls to the ground. He is not dead, but appears to have been shot in the leg. The shot clearly did not come from the man in tweed, and the guests quickly back away in slight shock. ZazieR looks around and clutches the carpet in pain and screams. He then begins crying and cursing the other guests, while trying to drag himself towards a sofa.
Mr. Wilson walks up coldly, raises his gun, and fires at point-blank range into ZazieR’s face. Silence follows.
“And that’s that,” says the man in tweed cheerfully. He looks over his gun as if to make sure there are not flecks of brain on it, and apparently satisfied, pockets it. “Unfortunately for you, ZazieR was naught but a hapless sap. Well done. That was
truly
superb.
“Now, off to bed with the lot of you; sleep tight!”
ZazieR, Townie, has been lynched!
. He was currently residing on the
Red
Floor.
Deadline for night is September 4, 9:59 pm CDT. As a heads-up, I probably will not be able to be on-line until the next morning,
but
that is still the deadline for choices – just because you send a PM before I get on-line does not mean I will accept the choice.
As the guests slowly fill the Lobby, Mr. Wilson sits on one of the chairs with his legs crossed (with a gun in his right hand, of course) and an insufferably smug look on his face. There are no traces on the carpet that ZazieR ever existed.
“Yes, yes, come on in, there is a seat for you right there, Mr. Stephanopolous… I don’t
care
if that’s not your name, and if you question me again I shall shoot you in the spine. Ms. Pofflebutton, I seem to recall you like tea: there is some at the back table especially for you. No no, the third table to the left. The other left. For God’s sake if you go the wrong table again I swear I will kill you before today is through. You will be sitting by Mr. Stephanopolous…”
The guests roll in and the man in tweed kindly allows them to break their fasts. As the guests eat and sip their drinks
ever
so politely, the absence of one person becomes more and more conspicious. Although the empty seat is unhelpfully labeled “Mr. Quosterstrom II,” it is readily apparent that the missing guest is none other than Patrick.
“
Hmm
,” ponders the man in tweed aloud. “Where could Mr. Quosterstrom II be? I daresay he is not often late to morning tea. I do hope he died overnight, else I would have to kill him myself…”
Two servants emerge from the elevator while rolling a gurney. A hand droops limply from under the white sheet. Mr. Wilson’s head perks up inquisitively. “You’re sure he’s dead? Well, no point in taking chances. Dispose of him in the furnace.”
The man in tweed stands and brushes off his immaculate suit. “So. The murderers have already struck, and this time I can assure you that I did not do the killing. Perhaps that will instill some
vigour
in the rest of you today. You have fourteen hours.
"Mr. Quosterstrom II, by the way, was quite useless. You're probably better off with him gone." The man in tweed promptly steps into the elevator, which descends while the doors are still open. He gives a twinkly little wave before dropping out of sight. The doors close behind him, leaving ten guests in a room.
Patrick, Townie, has been killed!
We was currently residing on the
Blue
Floor.
~
It is now
Day Two
. With
10
alive it takes
6
to lynch and
6
to lock a floor. At deadline, it will take
4
to lynch. Deadline is September 22, 9:59 pm CDT.
Back-Up Floor
: Red
Apologies for the late start today; I was gone for Labor Day Weekend without internet access.
I got back from visiting friends back at school over the weekend, only to find that friday night there was a fire at my apartment. Right now I can see that my place has no roof on it, and I am not allowed back inside to see what I have lost if anything. I fear that all I own right now is this laptop and few changes of clothes, but hope that its more.
I am living in a hotel right now, and later in the week they are going to try and be moving me to a new apartment that they own. Im going to be trying to take a few days off work to try and get situated with what is going on, and hope that most of my belonging still exist. There is internet in my hotel, so I do have that for now so I should have a way to get to this game, but I have no idea how much time I am really going to be able to commit.
There will be a point where I will likely have no reliable access for a few days once I get a new place, so if the majority of players (or the mod) think that it will be better I will replace out. In the event that there is a replacement that is lined up already, it may be better if they replace in just to avoid the hassle. I can try and keep up the best I can, either way though.
Told you more then once that I did not want to hammer when we were lurker lynching when a majority was not needed. Anything zazie would of said could of been helpful.
On that note I talked to PJ and I am going to replace out due to what is going on.
Ok then. If others confirm this I understand. Regardless of what I did N1, which will not be revealed, I shall do this in the future.
I recalled arguments for either being made is all.
I don't recall anyone ever arguing that you should keep yourself on the safefloor. (There's no use at all if that's the only thing that happens).
An argument was made for unclaimed town bellhops to make sure you stay on the floor while you move other people into it...
Elmo wrote:TDC, if I'd died and flipped scum, what would you think about Gurgi? Nuwen?
I don't think Nuwen would fit as your buddy. That would be far too obvious an attempt to save your life (and it wasn't even all that necessary in the first place).
I would need to reread Gurgi in light of you being scum, but I don't think his reason for preferring a Zazie-lynch over a you-lynch were all that different to, say, GR's. That said, I would probably take a look at anyone who claimed Zazie was "more scummy" than you D1.
I don't recall anyone ever arguing that you should keep yourself on the safefloor. (There's no use at all if that's the only thing that happens).
An argument was made for unclaimed town bellhops to make sure you stay on the floor while you move other people into it...
Then I must have misremembered. Alright then.
"Never have I seen anybody glorify their own lynch."
-StrangerCoug
TTGL Mafia is over. Going to mod [b]Umineko No [color=red]Na[/color]ku Koro Ni[/b] Mafia. Pre-/ins, as always, are accepted.
