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Post by englishpetal on Oct 9, 2011 21:50:49 GMT
It is a bright sunny day on the Island of Coldrock, and you all awaken from your beds to the voice of an amused Dark God.
I've watched your sleepy little village for the last 12 months, and now it is time to have some fun with you. My servant is among you, and they've been promised that they will be consumed first when I arrive on your plane of existance, if only they will sacrifice some of you to me first.
The sky darkens and the sun is blocked out by a thick cloud as the voice grows more menacing.
However, if you don't play by my rules, you will all be consumed immediately. So give me someone to satify my hunger - today. You have until nightfall.
With that, the sky clears, and the voice fades away.
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Players
GenericDragon - Struck by lightning Day 1
BarmyBex91
Brendan The Racist Dragon
Shaggy - Barbequed inside his house Night 1
Skutov
SithLord - Skewered Day 2
IT IS NOW DAY 1 UNTIL 0.01am WEDNESDAY 12TH
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Post by Brendan the Racist Dragon on Oct 10, 2011 9:03:50 GMT
Huh. Wonder how we know what an "amused" Dark God sounds like.. Have we heard others before?  Anyway, i'll start the ball rolling with a random vote: skutov. |
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Post by genericdragon on Oct 10, 2011 9:16:03 GMT
From the small chapel in the center of the village appeared the pastor. Bible in hand he looked up at the ominous clouds and sighed.
"My children, my flock... A grave day has enveloped us, evils from beyond gods grace wish to consume and destroy us... We shall not fear. We can weed out the evil, strike them down whilst we still have time."
He fell to his knees and lifted his divine book above his head,
"Under the eyes of almighty god I will sacrifice myself to this evil, so that we may have a point of strength. I know that my spirit will live on. I will not have peace while this evil lingers! Because of this, I vote for MYSELF so that I can prove that I am not a cultist of this vile fiend and so that any who would wish to keep their identities secret can communicate through me, safely without fear of death. And those of my flock can trust for if I were the one cultist then this fiends game would be over and the evil gone. I will not play your game fiend! All of you strike me down, lest we fall to dissarray and fear!"
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Post by barmybex91 on Oct 11, 2011 11:32:25 GMT
A giggle can be heard from behind a nearby tree.
"We can't play tag now Amand-
Do you think they had a nightmare too Amanda?"
Amelia's eye catches the little crowd forming, she looks to amanda, then back to the crowd. Her curiosity gets the better of her.
"Lets see what's happening!... Shush amanda, that's an old wives tale- i've never seen a cat killed out of curiosity"
She grabbed Amandas hand and dragged her to the little formation staying quiet and listening to what was said. Her eyes widened as she recognised what was happening.
She piped up "You...You're all actually going to sacrifice someone?! I am NOT taking part in thi- Amanda, no!...Fine then, you can play but i'm not. Amanda votes for SITHLORD. She's very wise you know"
Amelia looked over to an empty space next to her.
"I don't like this game Amanda"
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Post by genericdragon on Oct 11, 2011 12:25:37 GMT
What is this foolishness? We can only overcome our inevitable fate if we band together! Strike me down for the greater good. Those of you who have not voted, please, I surrender myself willingly! There is only one cultist! If I die then I cannot be the cultist. It is that simple. By sacrificing myself now I can be contacted by any and all with total safety. I suggest that those who do not support my plan of action are treated with suspicioun.
The priest shook his head restlessly...
<ooc: logically if you kill me today and the game does not end, then I cannot be a cultist. This is a perfect way to start the game for ourselves and will allow us to quickly route out the cultist!>
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Post by skutov on Oct 11, 2011 17:47:39 GMT
"If randomness points it's finger toward me then logic shall point it's finger towards you Brendan!" He shouted at hearing the vote. "Anyway, how can a dragon not be seen as a servant of a Dark God?"
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Post by Brendan the Racist Dragon on Oct 11, 2011 18:17:54 GMT
That's racist! D:
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Post by Brendan the Racist Dragon on Oct 11, 2011 18:44:47 GMT
Despite Skutov's BLATANT prejudices, i'm going to have to bow to reason and unvote: Skutov, vote: genericdragon.
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Post by englishpetal on Oct 12, 2011 0:44:44 GMT
You hear a cackle as the sky darkens.
Well, well, well. I see that some of you don't want to play my game. What a pity.
It seems that my pre-dinner snack today will be either GenericDragon or SithLord... hmm who to eat, who to eat...
Suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes from the sky, blinding you all. When you vision clears, you can see that the bolt struck GenericDragon, leaving a wet pile of blood soaked ash where your faithful priest was standing.
*Sigh* I should have chosen the quiet one. Holy men give me stomach-ache.
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IT IS NOW NIGHT 1 UNTIL 0.01am THURSDAY 12TH
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Post by SithLord on Oct 12, 2011 12:59:46 GMT
Due to the late night i had at the jolly boar inn, i have a hangover and never got up yesterday and im still asleep. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Post by barmybex91 on Oct 12, 2011 16:32:14 GMT
Amelie looks on in horror not moving an inch, what little colour she had in her pale complexion vanishes. She is quiet for a few more moments before quietly talking.
"W-w-what have we done? Amanda i don't want to play this game anymore...No! Look at the priest, he wasn't just anyone, he was the PRIEST!...ok, i'm sorry... do you think so?...really?"
She goes quiet and backs away a few paces, she stares at each individual left cautiously.
"Amanda i want to leave...no, please let me"
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Post by englishpetal on Oct 13, 2011 0:16:41 GMT
As day dawns, there is a horrible sulfurous oder and when you all leave your homes, you notice there is one less house in the village, and a new smoking ruin in it's place.
I love barbeques, I really do. says the voice, with a sigh. Particually ones where I can smell the hair burning, like last night. Of course, you have to have a particularly Shaggy animal to get the real experience.... See what I did there?
With a laugh, the voice fades, and the sun emerges.
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IT IS NOW DAY 2 UNTIL 0.01am SATURDAY 15TH
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Post by SithLord on Oct 13, 2011 8:33:25 GMT
To my horror my next door neighbor was no more, and it seemed like people were dieing mysteriously all over the town and this meant only i thing that the cultists were back.
So i grabbed my pitch fork and went to the local pub to try and find some information (and maby make a mob). It had nothing to do with the buy one get one half price offer on ales.
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Post by englishpetal on Oct 14, 2011 15:00:19 GMT
You're all very quiet today... if you don't choose someone in the next 8 hours, I'll have to choose someone at random... and that won't go well for you... any of you....
The voice fades with an evil sounding laugh.
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Post by barmybex91 on Oct 14, 2011 15:49:32 GMT
Amelie hides when the voice begins crouching behind a tree.
"Amanda help, we need to get through this...who do you think it could be?.....But how am i ment to choose someone's life without knowing if they're innocent or not?!...Sithlord ...do you think it's him? really?...Well if you say so amanda. You know best."
She looks up to the sky, as if hoping she could put a face to the voice.
"whoever you are. I hate you."
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