Or a game where the ghost actually do the voting and the players try to convince them
Some claim to be things they aren't.
Some claim things they don't deserve.
Some claim to know more than they ever will.
I don't claim anything, because no one would believe the truth anyways.
I know it wasn't my best effort for a BSG game but I'll do better next time.
If you get a next time Lassr. I'm pissed because I had a role and lost it due to KK. Wait.. I got an idea!
Kenetickid
I like your thinking: kenetickid
Well look at it this way. I can't mess things up by taking about the game when Chaosraven can here me.
The world is a swirling maelstrom of death and decay. It's inhabitants feed upon each other in a vile feast of flesh and blood. We should all live this way because it is the way of the universe that the strong survive and the weak PERISH!
Remember, Cthulhu saves too...........He just saves you for last.
Semaj wrote:THEO IS A TOASTER! HE HAS TO BE, KILL HIM NAO!
How would you like your toast? Care for tea or coffee with your toast? Toasters do not need office supplies or clerks. Just feed us some bread and we are perfectly happy making it nice and crunchy for you.
There are more things in Office Depot and Staples, theohall, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I am already a toaster. Why would I want to buy one?
stessier, on coffee break from Files Records and Minutuiae, suddenly calls out, Hey Wait! I FIGURED OUT WHO THE BODY IS! He excitedly shows the id card and proclaims 'it was KELRC!' ... Taking the badge away from him, pr0ner turns it right side up and notes 'c...l...e...r...k... Not everything is a coded clue'
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
Chaosraven wrote:stessier, on coffee break from Files Records and Minutuiae, suddenly calls out, Hey Wait! I FIGURED OUT WHO THE BODY IS! He excitedly shows the id card and proclaims 'it was KELRC!' ... Taking the badge away from him, pr0ner turns it right side up and notes 'c...l...e...r...k... Not everything is a coded clue'
proner
for taking things out of other people's hands!!!!
Bayraktar!!!!
Trump and the GOP; putting the banana in our Republic.
Chaosraven wrote:stessier, on coffee break from Files Records and Minutuiae, suddenly calls out, Hey Wait! I FIGURED OUT WHO THE BODY IS! He excitedly shows the id card and proclaims 'it was KELRC!' ... Taking the badge away from him, pr0ner turns it right side up and notes 'c...l...e...r...k... Not everything is a coded clue'
I thought you were trying to say it was KELRIC...so who is CRLEK?
The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.
Seriously though, what is the directed PM thing about?
the FAQ is where I will gather any rules questions. The directed PM is for all of you to use as you will. Lie, tell secrets, say hi, talk about Charisma Carpenters ass, whatever.
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
Chaosraven wrote:stessier, on coffee break from Files Records and Minutuiae, suddenly calls out, Hey Wait! I FIGURED OUT WHO THE BODY IS! He excitedly shows the id card and proclaims 'it was KELRC!' ... Taking the badge away from him, pr0ner turns it right side up and notes 'c...l...e...r...k... Not everything is a coded clue'
I thought you were trying to say it was KELRIC...so who is CRLEK?
Just because I'm dyslexic is no reason to make fun!!!
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
As the day ambled on toward the middle, slightly off center, it became obvious that Director Gruffbekind wasn't kidding. They were going to have to offer someone up to him, or nobody but the Temps were going to leave.
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
How long does it take to read 2 pages of nothing. tru1cy
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
BTW, just so folks are aware, I just put him at n-1. The next vote on him is death.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
theohall wrote:Going to be semi-absent. Tornado hit Aransas Pass last night. Lost a tree, but no house damage. Only have phone internet for now. Cable is out.
If a lynch on me is happening, I am a currently not so helpful townfolk.
I hear it got the RV park and tossed the boat barn into the marina at NAS-CC. Good luck.
Remus West wrote:BTW, just so folks are aware, I just put him at n-1. The next vote on him is death.
Not moving my vote, but you seem plenty anxious, Consigliere
My odds of hitting a bad guy are twice those of hitting the special.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
fasinating, the game is barely a day or so old, and someone is on the cups of hitting the end of the lynch train. So my question is how many wolfes are on that train? Not even 24 hours. Damn folks are bloodthirsty..damn damn damn damn. While it would be tempting to slap a vote on KK, it hink am gonna hit up hit "buddy" from last game.
theohall
Bayraktar!!!!
Trump and the GOP; putting the banana in our Republic.
theohall wrote:Going to be semi-absent. Tornado hit Aransas Pass last night. Lost a tree, but no house damage. Only have phone internet for now. Cable is out.
If a lynch on me is happening, I am a currently not so helpful townfolk.
I hear it got the RV park and tossed the boat barn into the marina at NAS-CC. Good luck.
Cable is back. My downed tree is gone except for the stump which will be dealt with later.
Decisions, decisions. While I don't figure on KK, nor do I want to keep whacking tru1cy, I suppose I'll go with:
theohall
That will put him at three votes, KK is at 4. Theo's agitating for tru1cy atm, which makes it likely for him to push KK over the limit when he gets back, unless semaj ties it and someone changes their mind.
Director Gruffbekinds voice thunders over the PA, "SERIOUSLY? CAN'T YOU COME UP WITH ANY BETTER FLAVOR TEXT FOR THIS BLURB? NEXT TIME LEAVE IT BLANK, THEN!!"
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
yeah with 9 people majority is reached real fast peeps... if me miss, tomorrow only two wrong votes can = dead villager.
Some claim to be things they aren't.
Some claim things they don't deserve.
Some claim to know more than they ever will.
I don't claim anything, because no one would believe the truth anyways.
Well I would plead my case of inosense, but the vote has already been cast and I already told Choas to check- in so............
The world is a swirling maelstrom of death and decay. It's inhabitants feed upon each other in a vile feast of flesh and blood. We should all live this way because it is the way of the universe that the strong survive and the weak PERISH!
Remember, Cthulhu saves too...........He just saves you for last.
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
The crowd grabbed ahold of Kenetickid and dragged him into Director Gruffbekinds office.
"This is him!" they shouted, prodding him with letter openers and pencils.
Director Gruffbekind calmly took out a very large handgun from his desk drawer.
"Any last words?" he asked.
"Wait, what are you going to-" someone in the crowd started.
BANG
"Ok," Director Gruffbekind smiled "You guys can go home, while I clean out his desk"
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
"Where are you off to?"
"I don't know," Snufkin replied.
The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.
There should be a game where the peanut gallery can post stuff and the Players have to weed through it all to play. 
