Three-Pronged Trouser God Mafia GAME OVER- Happy Ending?

[God of Power Outlets]

St. Constantine the Hermit replaces Quaroath, night will be extended for about 16 hours.

[God of Power Outlets]

Dawn is Approaching....Morning Wood is Being Achieved...

(Night has been resolved, if you think you should have gotten some feedback but for some reason didn't, send us a PM......Dawn will last for a couple of hours)

[God of Power Outlets]

[The sun rises, splitting the dark night wide and exposing its warm morning to the world. One by one, the throbbing members of the Commune awaken. After rubbing out their morning wood / morning puddle / morning whatever anatomy they might have, they decide to continue the business of seeking out the people who want to end their fun. Upon reaching the Town Hall, (Which is actually a large, granite, penis tower. Did I mention that? No? Okay, so they meet inside the penis tower) they realize that several of their own are missing.

"I don't see pisskop."

"Well, maybe we should go over to his house."

[Pisskop's house is not unlike a tasteful bondage dungeon. Although they have the throbbing urge to look around, they can't help but notice pisskop's unmoving corpse in the center of the dungeon. He wears an extremely skimpy leather outfit with chains adorning it in various places. In his mouth, a tightly applied ball gag would have prevented him from speaking during his play sessions. More notable than his attire, however, are the 163 bullet holes riddling his corpse. Someone really did a number on this guy. Needless to say, he didn't survive that. As the veiny members of the Commune leave this grim scene, a dozen news vans speed past them. The media circus descends upon Flubbernugget's house. The Commune rushes over to find out what's going on, and overhear a reporter filming her segment.]

"Hello, everyone, I'm Tara Kockov, with WABD News," she begins. "A shocking story in this Sex Commune today, as retired NFL great Brett Favre, has been found dead this morning. Preliminary reports indicate that he was beaten to death in the night by a stack of Bibles. Each of the Bibles had a passage highlighted...

"One day he drank some wine he had made, and he became drunk and lay naked inside his tent." -Genesis 9:21

"The Green Bay legend had apparently been living here under the name 'Flubbernugget,'" she continues, "and had recently moved so that he could engage in expressions of his erotic love. He enjoyed sending pictures of his genitalia to people, and in fact, I myself received several pictures of his Little Packer just last week."

"Yeah," says the cameraman, "Me too."

"Shut... the fuck up... WHEN I'M TALKING, Ben! Jesus fucking Christ!" The reporter explodes at her cameraman, but quickly recomposes herself. They can edit that out in post-production. She continues, "We're going to remain with this story as the news develops. Hey, folks! Anyone got any dirt on Favre? I'll give you a handy if you help me out!

[Again, they'll have to edit that in post, but what they'll really have to edit out is that Quaroath steps up to accept her handy. The reporter uses her skilled, yet strangely powerful hands to bring Quaroath quickly to climax--- almost pulling his manhood from between his legs. In fact, she brings him to orgasm before he can even share any information with her. He shivers and throbs in pleasure, falling backwards, his cock spouting wave after endless wave of sticky white fluid. And then some more. And still more. Paralyzed in the throes of pleasure, the sticky fluid never stops and instead covers him from head to toe like a cocoon. You probably know where this is going, don't you? After a few minutes, he stands up, but he isn't Quaroath anymore. He has become St. Constantine the Hermit. Quaroath is no more. St. Constantine is come.]

"God damn," says Tara Kockov, "This is one weird fucking town."

[In the midst of the media circus, the day has begun.]

pisskop was gunned down. He was Steve the Sub, Commune One-Way Neighbor.
Flubbernugget was Bible thumped. He was Brett Favre, Commune Dick-Pic Vendor.

No one is voting.
With 22 alive, it takes 12 to lynch.

[Oversoul]

[Oversoul]

Fireball

[Oversoul]

Saint is scum.

VOTE: Saint

[St Constantine the Hermit]

Saint and me will look scum because we are Christians

[St Constantine the Hermit]

I am also a Meth Induced Gay Porn Star with a craving for delicious cock

I also invented the Cock Rocket! The position and the grade III military weapon!

[Imperium]

What a dumbshit pair of scumkills

[Imperium]

I'm pretty excited about Constantine and his cock rockets though

[St Constantine the Hermit]

@Imperium

That part wasn't flavor

[St Constantine the Hermit]

In real life I have a craving for Vordem, a piece of mutated whale genitalia! Try to top that fetish

[masters of fart]

Agency capture.

[masters of fart]

VOTE: wisakura

The way they went about the wagons was not town. In fact, I ISOed them last night and it looks like scum wisdom pushing shit.


Boom them.

[masters of fart]

Oversoul, vote wisdom

[masters of fart]

Their paranoia of my slot is fucking ridiculous. Wisdom should easily see in a flash this is my town game. Sakura being wishy washy about it is ridiculous scum induced hydra dissonance.

LYNCH WISDOM HYDRA TODAY

[Spiffeh]

Which head are you?

[masters of fart]

Sonic.

Spiffeh, vote wisakura and I'll give you a hot dog.

[Spiffeh]

Ok I'm hungry
VOTE: White Narcissus

[Spiffeh]

But yeah I'm also not a fan of how WN handled the last part of the day.

Wis kept pushing for a vezok lynch but not once did I see him explain why vezok was scummy.

[White Narcissus]

Sakura being wishy washy about it is ridiculous scum induced hydra dissonance.

How many times have you played with this hydra.
In addition to that how many times have wisdom and I disagreed on reads when we aren't in hydra.
You should know that this is likely to happen.

I don't really care much if you lynch me tho i have barely been paying attention to the game since vezok replaced in, and wisdom seemed to have dissapeared.

~Sakura

[White Narcissus]

Wis kept pushing for a vezok lynch but not once did I see him explain why vezok was scummy.

He probably wanted to get me back into the game, since i explicitly told him that i wouldn't play together with vezok and i wouldn't post or do anything until vezok died.

~Sakura

[masters of fart]

Okay, Sakura, self vote, I'm positive you're scum. I've been trained to deal with you and Wisdom. BRING IT ON!!!

[White Narcissus]

I will however vote Saint, he first defended vezok, then said "NO THIS IS SCUM VEZOK" and Vezok flipped town.
Still haven't been able to talk to wis since day start.

Vote: Saint

~Sakura

[White Narcissus]

Okay, Sakura, self vote, I'm positive you're scum. I've been trained to deal with you and Wisdom. BRING IT ON!!!

I don't selfvote... as much anymore at least. I don't care if you're pushing me, go ahead call the whole town if you want.

~Sakura