"Hey everyone, good luck!" says Kinetic, peeping out through the eyeholes of his mask.
"I found our first Capulet!" proclaims Brutal Assassin. "You can tell, 'cause he said good luck. We Montagues never utter such a phrase."
"Really?" inquires Kinetic. "I mean, we Montagues are nice and kind, not the sort to engage in nocturnal murder. Why wouldn't we say 'good luck'?"
"Yeah, pretty sure it's Kinetic," says Dragon Phoenix. "He called me a "dick", and we all know Montagues would use something much more clever."
"Has this been scientificly tested, proven, peer reviewed, and indepentently confirmed?" inquires Logicus logicly.
"Umm," says Brutal Assassin, "...yeah?"
"Hmm." Somestrangeflea scratches at his scalp (why
does
it itch so?). "I can sort of see what you mean...you say "good luck" to the other team...and...uh..only Capulets are playing against another team."
"Exactly," nods Logicus.
"Oh, I dunno..." says xyz. "I mean, JimmyR thinks Poppin is a guy, that's pretty bad too."
"But see, there's already a
wagon
on Kinetic," reasons Mert, while biting his thumb at his avatar.
"I'm not a Capulet!" cries Kinetic.
"And I'm not a boy!" says Poppin, equally revolted.
The conversation is entirely too much for Schismatized and Krahven, so they promptly commit suicide. (What a selfish act.)
"Oh!" says Stewie, waking up with a start. "I didn't realize things had begun."
Then he blinks.
"Oh!" says Stewie again. "I didn't realize things had begun."
He shakes his head, uncertain of what just happened there. "Umm, anyway, Logicus. Evil. More wine, please?"
Poppin takes a deep breath. "Friends, Veronans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to write a big long post that no one'll read. But I'm up for lynching Kinetic, is the short of it."
"I'm really really a Montague!" repeats Kinetic, over and over. But no one seems to listen.
"Eh, I guess saying good luck is worse than thinking someone's a guy," says xyz. "Plus, you keep trying to tell me the wine's in front of me, when it could easily be in front of you. I mean...well, you know what I mean."
"Yeah," says somestrangeflea.
And with that, the party guests (and crashers), drag Kinetic to the gallows.
"I'm really, really..." he tries to say, but his neck has already been snapped.
Kinetic, a Montague, has been lynched. It is night. Please send in your PMs!
(Also, please be aware that you are permitted to post at night. However, this time will not be counted as part of the "activity period". When the day begins, we shall PM each of you, and the 24-hour period starts then. If you've used your grace period (*glares at Mert, JimmyR*) you will not get a new one.)
[color=blue][i]"They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much." --Arundhati Roy[/i][/color]