Mafia Game: A Rather Uneventful Night
Dante mustered up as many townies as he could, their target would be adonai. They decided that if the rumors of a werewolf were true hanging him before nightfall would be good enough. It was simple enough, he was hung from the same tree as the others who had yet to be cut down.
That night Vincent disappeared without a trace. A lot of people think he ran away, others say he was killed, in the end it didn’t matter too much.
A new mayor was elected.
2. el bisko
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Last edited by Sirusboon; 06-10-2008 at 12:30 PM.
huh, only one death during the night, guess Dante was right about the werewolf. Now we need some confirmation on some roles from whoever the coroner is.
"sleep with me tonight, sweety" ~sakura_hana~
damn............. nobody cares if I disappear or not? T^T
Fade away into obscurity zombie!
well i guess everyone is waiting for dante to speak. GO, you are unofficially the towns' speaker!
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I love war.
I like genocide. I like blitzkrieg. I like aggressive war. I like defensive war.
I like sieges. I like breaking through. I like withdrawing. I like retreating. I like cleaning up.
In moors. On highways. In trenches. In plains. On tundra. In desert. On sea. In sky. In mud. In marshes.
I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.
I like blowing away the enemy with a thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once. When an enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air, my heart dances.
I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88 MM on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG, my heart leapt.
I like it when the infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in a line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits, filled with panic, stabbing an already dead enemy again and again.
Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the street is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive be thrown down with a piercing shriek, as my own hand falls, was spectacular.
When the pitiful resistance came bravely with their small firearms...and we destroyed them and a good chunk of the city with the 4.8 ton bomb, I was at my height.
I like it when we are destroyed with the morning dew. It is a sad thing when the town one is supposed to protect is trampled, and the women and children violated and killed.
I like being squashed and destroyed by England and America's amount of material resources. Being followed by English and American forces and having to crawl around on the ground like a pesky insect is the ultimate disgrace.
Gentlemen...I desire a war that is like hell.
Gentlemen, my companions in the battalion, who follow me...Gentlemen, what do you desire?
Do you desire war as well? Do you desire a war of no mercy?
Do you desire a conflict that stretches the limits of iron, wind, lightning, and fire to the limit, one that will kill all the crows on this planet?
Very well...then we shall have krieg.
We used all the strength in our bodies to clench our fists, but for us, who have waited and waited in the depths of darkness for half a century...A mere war is not enough!
It must be a great war!!
A whole-hearted great war!!
We are nothing more than a thousand remaining soldiers of a battalion...but I believe you are all veterans, each worth a thousand men.
In that case, including me, we are a million and one strong.
Let us drive away those that have forgotten us, let us pull awake those who have fallen in their sleep. Let us pull them up by their hair and pry their eyes open and make them remember...
Let us remind them of the taste of fear.
Let us remind them of the sound of our military shoes pounding.
Let us remind them that there are things between the earth and sky which they would not even dream to be possible.
With a kampf gruppe of Pandaren 1000 strong...
We will burn the world down.
Here we go...
... -_- Dante don't make me kill you.
Geez, how lame.
TOWNIES CONTACT ME. DO it.