"It has to be you Sven, it is the only thing that makes sense laddie. You are the monster, I be knowing it. God ha mercy on all our souls if I be wrong."
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Robert smiles, moving towards Duke and taking a stand at his side. "I believe our friend the Duke is right. Sven has been as bad as I have, for executin humans. The only difference bein I KNOW I am human, as does Dash. I think what the Duke says is sense. Sven, you are the Nunnlif Geneticist. If I am wrong, I die, like everyone else. But I feel like I am not wrong. You, my fine Scientist friend, are not of this world."
Robert frown before turning to Dash. "Whattya think laddie? I don't know who I trust now..."
Robert arches an eyebrow at Mike, frowning. "Your math is a bit ff there laddie. Unless yer thicker than I thought. I count 6 of us left. Two monsters, prolly, two civvies and two who we can be sure are human, the roommates, me and Dash. If you are only 99% certain that we are the Roomates then, if we aren't, the two other humans have to be. Meaning you would have to be a roommate with someone else. As you aren't..." He trailed off meaningfully.
"Well... f%%$!" Robert moves back to the side of the room, putting his back against the wall, keeping close to dash. "Which one of you f&#&ers is it?"
Robert sighs softly, shaking his head. ""May god have mercy on yer soul Avistan. I think yeh are innocent but I could be wrong. My vote stands with Jim and if he is human no hard feelings."
Robert grins as Dash speaks up, glancing across the room at the man. "Well there you have it Jimmy, Alexander. My human credentials, backed by the one man who would know fer sure, the poor sod who has ta share a room with me. Aye me and Dash are Roommates, so I know he is human too. What say you to that?"
I was more so suggesting that the execution would be by one of them killing the other. So the vote would happen then you would have one of our characters kill the other in a duel. Does that make sense?
"Willing to risk me life? How about ya try take it yerself? If I am to die how's about we do it like gentlemen? I accuse you of bein a filthy ruttin monster and you accuse me. Duel me. I'm sure we can find a knife apiece. Yer a bloody animal Jimmy but I'll fight ya. Brave enough to do the same?" "I was wrong about Clive, he tricked me that is for sure. But isn that what those nunliffs do? They truck us, they kill us. I've made mistakes, I am human like you all. Or well... at least some of you!" He looked at the Duke before sighing. "I'm a horses arse Duke. I thought yeh had been replaced by one of em. Forgive an old drunk? It ain't me though. I'll swear it by anything ya ask of me!"
"I'm next? Spoken like a true f!*!ing monster. You want me you come and get me now!" The huge Scot stands up slowly, cracking his knuckles and growling. "I'll do all my dirty business in the light of day boy, unlike you and your ilk. Monster scum!"
"We are, that is right, coz these f@!&in pansies can nay make the tough call. Protecting Jimmy and murdering our only surviving geneticist? Three monsters ya say? Seems like we know who our three are..." Robert looks at the Duke, Jimmy and the so called security Officer, Alexander. "Damn it Duke me and you been friends for years and this is how ya play me? Well ya will nay stop me this time..."
"Oh aye that was a f#&#in good plan. Ya bleedin goons!"
"HA! If they are, they started at 14 fer me and have been trickin me at leas once a day ever since!"
"I... have no idea what ya just said laddie. Are yeh alright? Sober-er? Do ya need tae lie down maybe? Feeling... not like yerself maybe?"
"Duke, Duke, Duke... Yeh know I respect yeh old boy, yeh know I do. We hae known each other for a long time now, but... if we just sit here we are going tae end up being picked off one by one. We can naw jus let that happen!"
"See that is me problem, I'd be quite happy to sit around an wait, no vote for no one, but then we just DIE! I don't want tae vote for someone, I don't want tae have to do that but I also don't want tae die like that poor Gnetist from afore, hey? We can nay just sit around staring at each other like a couple o spare pricks at a party. I voted for Jimmy the same way I'd vote for Alexander, they have been hostile and dismissive of all of us, in words, but dinnae seem ta have the conviction to put themselves out on the line for their beliefs." "So here it is laddies, execute me this round. Do it, go on, I will nay fight. But when I turn out ta be a human, and I will, then yeh will know I speak sense. Or jus listen to what I am sayin and stop the monsters before it is too damn late!"
"Yeh may not have access to employee files but so what? Why would that matter? It is us again them lad and they know who we are already so they don't need ta know what our jobs are!" Robert growled as he turned back from the window to glare at Jimmy. "Bloody hell we need tae find them all. Ya know... it would make yer job a lot easier if we weren't here, wouldn't it Jim? No one left ta mess up the base? No one to throw up, spill, bleed or s#+*. Sure it'd be dirtier at first but a man with yer talent? One the last o us hit the ground yed have her s#@!~ and span in less than a day. And then perfection for eternity. No one would come lookin for us, no one would dare. Safer just to leave s+$# s&@@ty little post unattended in the ice and cold."
I don't think I did much PMing in the first one, but for that second game I played in, man it was non stop.
"I did nothing to that there woman. Never even noticed she was among us. He went with his gut when he accused me and I did the bloody same laddie and yeh will nay make me feel bad about it..." Robert walks up and unhooks the Doctor slowly, taking care not to damage the mans body further. "Nothing could make me feel worse about it. Forgive me old boy, tis a sad day but was going to be one of us..." "What about you Avistan, you booky little twit? You blame us for this man's death but you yerself were shouting the odds at someone else St the same time. What if you had gotten your way? Would you have chosen as badly. I own what I did, I made a mistake and a man is f%&+ing dead for it. But who is to say you aren't to blame for the other death...?" He lay the body of the Doctor on a table at the back of the room, covering it with his jacket and bending his head to say a quick prayer. "Bah, believe what ya will ya little s@%&e, Im tired of this. I will nay be throwing out the blame this time."
He stands there, staring out in to the fresh driving snow, a far away look crossing his face. "Tis the delicate mix o herbs and seasonin, the mouth watering aroma as yeh cut in to that delectable ball o meat and oats. Buttery pieces of onion that melt in yer mouth as ya take a big ol fork of it, finding just a little more heart than yah expected, and being happy, coz the heart is the best part. Yer grand mammy slaving for hours to cook it just right and yer daddy, pickled in whiskey so as he can't even eat and you get his share!"The huge Scot begins to tear up a little. "Great... bout to meet me maker and now im flaming starving..."
Robert moves over to take a glass of Brandy, staring the "Doctor" deep in the eyes as he takes a slow swallow. "No words to defend yourself ya knave? Pushed too hard, tried too much too early. Played yer hand like a child learning Poker for the first time, eager and with all the finesse o a blind man pissin on his shoes!" "Insulting everyone, trying ta make em up turn on me. I get lynched by one o you bastards and he takes another of us in the night, mark my words. If it is to be it is to be though. I've been in harder situations before. I were in London the day the Brexit ban came in tae effect. Barely got out of the city afore Johnson had the bridges raised and the Beefeaters patrolling for Muslims!" He slammed back the rest of the brandy before sticking his hand in to his pockets and pulling out a trio of long cigars, offering one to the Duke and then to the Doctor. "Smoke it. One of us is f%&%ed come the morrow and it were a tradition to give s man a smoke before he went up again the wall!" He lit the cigar with a box of matches, taking two deep puffs, before tossing the box on to the table and moving to the other side of the room, staring out of one f the windows in to the snow.
Robert begins laughing wildly as the blame is shifted to him. He shakes his head, wiping away a tear and grinning. He doesn't even move as Avistan shoulders past him, standing tall and proud. "Oh aye, I confess, tis me. I mean I dinnae spend every night in a puddle of whiskey, my own blood and vomit. Aye I can stand past 12 pm, stand jus enough to throw up all around bu not in the jacks. Jimmy can attest to the swathe o destruction my little habit creates I'd wager!" He stood up then, slowly, looking down his nose at the man who accused him. "And what o you Mister Wilkens? A good ploy I would think, randomly accusing everyone. Looking for a rise and trying to get some blood flowing, tensions heightened. You say that is your goal and admit to it readily so people look the opposite way well I be no fool laddie. I no be distracted by yer word play and confusin this way and that. I think yer the beast and that be no lie. And before I die, if it be my time, I'll see yeh in a grave afore me, by the grace o God himself will I! I will nay let yeh take another one of us if I may help it,"
He then turns and faced Avistan, shrugging and grinning brightly. "Oh nay worry Avistan. We can nay all be as talented and genius as you hey? I wish ya well lad and I hope yer little rules protect yeh. No bitter feelings."
Robert frowned, rounding on Sven and arching an eyebrow. "Whattya mean "three of you"? It very well could be you ya wee toerag!" He growled, walking over to the body and staring down at it, his face screwed up in concentration. "Whoever did this is a bloody animal and we need ta find him, or her..."
Robert put up his hand and grinned. "I ha a Masters in Particle Physics but I'm just here to fit instillations. Besides, Science ain't gonna save us now. Well... i mean actually it probably will but it just sounds cooler to say that, hey?
Robert arched an eyebrow, and snorted when Mike spoke. "Bit quick tae say that laddie. Ya never know, it may not be so pleasant to have known some of... us!" He trails off with a cough. As Tharp quotes the Employee Handbook again, the large Engineer scoffs before tearing it out of the mans hand and tossing it away. "Don't ya get it Avi lad? There ain't no rules for what is happening here. This is it. This is how it all goes in the end hey? There is summat here with us, summat tryin ta see us dead. Keep yer eyes sharp!" At the Dukes words Robert throws his hands up in the air and sighs. "At last, one of yeh limp noodles are speakin sense! May they stay dead an haunt us nae more!" He grabs another hipflask from the long overcoat he wore, and sucked it dry in one long swallow.
Robert turns to look at Avistan enter and begins to chuckle, before outright breaking in to laughter. "Aye we may end up as some mear o blood like Marco here, but Avistan will always be a booky lil spoilsport. Lighten up laddie. We may all be dead in the mornin!" he shoved the man playfully, before forcing a hip flask of whiskey in to his hand.
Hello Doug. Welcome back.
"Everyone got aleast one enemy laddie, ya just got tae watch all corners for em, at all times!" The huge drunk Scot grins a little worriedly as he steps forward to stare down at the body. "Well I'll be f@&%ed... ain't seen somethin like that since I were back in Glasgow. Has tae be a beast... or a Glaswegian."
"Really it were their own mistake, trusting a ship those Paddys made. The last ships they made were those that took em to the Americas when their potatoes went t%#$ up!" The huge drunk Scot began to laugh in to his drink before suddenly growing serious. "Though it were those bastard Brits who made it so that hurt em!" He looked sidelong at the Duke before shaking his head and grinning. "All water under the Cabors back aye?"
"Yeh know what they say Atreidies me auld lad, yer only as old as ya feel. And right now I'm feeling about a 12, neat!" He grinned, raising a glass of whiskey and shaking it at the man.
I'm back to relive my role. Good to see some old faces.
Huzzah Sir James. Huzzah!
I was that very Fox!
Glad to be here. Ready and raring to go! :D
I probably should not be here as this is the Discussion thread but... I agree with Dan! :)
The first game saw a victory for the Mafia. Or Mafia equivalent. Which is a shame as I never DID get my damn dream off the ground...
Only been back to the site today so am out for this one but drop me a line for the next. I'll keep my ear to the ground and jump in!
Name: Tristen Bell Role in Village: Tristen is a young Barrister from two villages over. When the old Barrister, Belmy Clearwater passed away, Tristen, his nephew, took over his practice. Apperance: Tristen is a small, slight young man, more pretty than handsome. His eyes are large and open, innocent, the color of the clearest skies. His wears his golden hair long, tied back in a wrist thick ponytail, that hangs down to his waist. Backstory: Tristen is a slight young man, wide eyed, innocent and kind. He spends most of his days in the comfort of his late Uncles Practice, dealing with the villagers disputes. Tristen likes nothing more that curling up with a good book, well, apart from stamps that is. When his Uncle passed away, Tristen moved in to the Village. He has spent very little time with any of the villagers and is seen as some what of an outcast. Reason for staying: Tristen refuses to give up his Uncles practice. More importantly, he refuses to give up his extensive Stamp Collection, a collection so large it would take two strong horses and a wagon to move.
Thats cool Ryuko! :) Looking forward to it!
I can not believe young Jim turned on me! :(
True. And is less wordy!
Hahahaha! Nice. I was thinking of being called "Van Helsing - No Relation", if I can fit it. Make him like 5ft nothing, weedy, and a librarian. And have it constantly through his background that he is no relation to the Monster hunter.
Ryuko probably has not been on today yet. He usually arrives around 11-12 pm my time. So I am sure it'll be up today!
Oh no I totally respect your convictions. To be honest, I played it a little fast and loose and missed some cues. I can totally see how you suspected me.
The Silver Fox can prevent Assassinations by choosing to protect a person, each Cycle. He may also prevent an Assassination on himself. But has no power over lynchings.
No. I believe they become aware of eachother, in a situation like that!
I admit I did not notice. At that point Wowbagger had my dander up. I was sure it was either him or me.
Hahahaha! Aye just a tad!
The other two died from Assassination! |