Nomic - Game Over. King Max Wins!

[Juls]

The following rules have passed and are now rules of the game.

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P#

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Rule

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Yays

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Nays

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Expires

P55

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Max becomes king, Blackberry as his highest advisor, Juls as the Whale who lives in the moat, the poet laureate, Moratorium must therefore write a poem about the events occurring in this game while we all live happily ever after.

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(2) Max, Blackberry

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(0)

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04/27 10:19a.m. CDT

P56

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The role of king is equivalent to victory
The role of highest advisor is equivalent to runner up
The role of Whale who lives in the Moat is the equivalent to third
The role of Poet Laureate is the equivalent to fourth.

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(2) Max, Blackberry

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(0)

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04/27 10:19a.m. CDT

P57

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This game will end with a rendition of Moratorium's summary poem, thus declaring everyone but those mentioned in Proposal 56 in joint last, after everyone in the planet that didn't even play.

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(2) Max, Blackberry

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(0)

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04/27 10:19a.m. CDT

[Juls]

All hail King Max. Per rule 18 and 19, Blackberry has been eliminated from the game. The game will officially end when Moratorium submits a poem.

Reference

18.

Max becomes king, Blackberry as his highest advisor, Juls as the Whale who lives in the moat, the poet laureate, Moratorium must therefore write a poem about the events occurring in this game while we all live happily ever after.

19.

The role of king is equivalent to victory
The role of highest advisor is equivalent to runner up
The role of Whale who lives in the Moat is the equivalent to third
The role of Poet Laureate is the equivalent to fourth.

[Moratorium]

Chef: Everything worked out. What a happy end! Americans and Canadians are friends again. So let's all join hands and knock oppression down!
Chior: Good Lordy, I'm found!
Stan, Kyle, Cartman: Don't you know our little lives are now complete?
Sharon Lilane and Sheila:'Cause Terrance and Phillip are sweet.
Sheila: Super sweet!
All: Thank God we live in this
quiet
little
pissant
redneck
podunk
jerkwater
greenhorn
one-horse
mud-hole
peckerwood
right-wing
whistle-stop
hobmail
truck-drivin'
old-fashioned
hayseed
inbred
unkempt
out-of-date
out-of-touch
white-trash
Stan, Kyle, Cartman: Kick-ass!
All: Moun..tain..town!

[Juls]

um....Game Over?

[Max]

YAY!!!!