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Just now, Dome said:

What were your choices?

Good or evil. I chose rags but he was killed that night by squire. It’s why I was heading to his house that night. 

If I was wrong with his alignment then I would have stayed independent for the remainder of the game. If I chose evil and picked scum, I would have become scum. 

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Just now, theuntouchable said:

Just remember what I’ve said when you allow tk3 to win as scum. 

I will forever point at this and laugh at you. 

Who said I’m allowing tk3 to win as scum? I haven’t voted and were 5 minutes into Day 7.

Side note, your clearly forced foreverlaughter won’t resonate after a game like this. Just a heads up if that’s what you’re going with. 

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11 minutes ago, theuntouchable said:

I win if town wins. I made my choice night one. 

Night one.... got it.

3 minutes ago, theuntouchable said:

Good or evil. I chose rags but he was killed that night by squire. It’s why I was heading to his house that night. 

Checks notes: Rags died N2.

Tsk tsk...

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On 1/19/2019 at 1:03 PM, SwAg said:

Day 1:

The crowd was restless on this day and seemed to be scatterbrained on how to commence the day phase.

Looks like we better get this rolling!

Roll?

Scum!

How about we lynch an inactive?

Sanchez

Ted

Amac

How about we lynch James?

Or… We could pull sanchez’s name out of a hat?

But no, James.

James

James, anything to say for yourself, scum?

I LIKE BEER!

…Anything else?

IF YOU THOUGHT I AM MAD NOW, JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET ON THAT SUPREME COURT!

The surrounding people had heard enough.  They were tired of this belligerent, insidious, grotesque frat boy, his dystopian world view, and his proclivity for butt chugging.  The crowd closed in on James and began beating him like countless of people wish they could have only a few short months ago.  After a few minutes the crowd ceased and backed away to view their handywork.

James is dead.  He was Brett Kavanaugh, SwAg’s Self Control, Town-Aligned.

Oops.

 

Night 1:

A man, or at least what used to be a man, cloaked in all black casually strolled down the way as he carelessly observed his surroundings.  The occasional light from nearby houses or streetlamps was sufficient to illuminate the only portion of his body visible: his skeletal, snake-like face, adorned with a twisted smile – a smile of pure glee that only imminent violence could bring forward.

Before long, the man reached his destination.  He glided up the pathway to Xmad’s lavish mansion.  As he reached the entrance, he pointed his wand at his throat and spoke to Xmad.

Come out, Xmad, face me like a man.  If you do, I will reward you with a quick death.  If you do not, I will ensure that you suffer.

To the surprise of the speaker, the door immediately opened.  Xmad, shirtless, rode out of the doorway on a polar bear to face the speaker.

Yes, hello, snake person.  I see, you think I am one to be intimidated, yes?  Well, I am afraid you are mistaken.  I am the Russian Grimreaper, and it is you who will be dying.

Xmad pulled a small handgun from his back and pulled the trigger multiple times in quick succession, but only one bullet fired.  The other man laughed as he lazily flicked his wand and the bullets dematerialized. 

Avada Kedavra!

Before Xmad could register surprise, the surroundings were illuminated with a flash of green light, and Xmad fell lifelessly from his polar bear steed.

You are as insignificant to Lord Voldemort as all of the others.

Xmad is dead.  He was Vladimir Putin, SwAg’s Recklessness, Town-Aligned

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A man stood as a single silhouette on the horizon as he stalked his target.  He observed his target returning for the night.  It was time.  The man approached Malfatron’s humble abode, while casting sweeping glances around the surrounding area.

The light spilling from Malfatron’s home illuminated the man’s figure, as the light gleamed off his shaved head, pointed face, and sleek black suit.  As the man approached the door, he withdrew lockpicking tools, but found them unnecessary as the door was unlocked.

So careless.

Another man, who was wearing a blood-red jersey, watched from the distance.

Man, I cannot believe it.  I cannot f*cking believe it.  NO ONE IS F*CKING LOYAL ANYMORE.  I CANNOT TRUST ANYONE!

The observer pulls out his gat and approached the house as well.

The first man entered the house, drawing a silverballer from his jacket pocket.  He made it through the living area when he heard the sound of running water.  The man slowly makes his way to the bathroom to find Malfatron in the shower.

The man fires three shots through the shower curtain, all of which strike Malfatron in the torso. 

Malfatron is dead.  He was Girls in Yoga Pants, SwAg’s Lust, Town-Aligned.

The man turns and makes his exit.  But turns to see an irate man standing behind him.

WHAT THE F*CK, MAN?  NONE Y’ALL LOYAL.  THIS F*CKING HO, SURE WASN’T LOYAL.  WHO DA F*CK ARE YOU?  I love you, by the way.

Puzzled, the man responds.

Names are for friends, so I do not need one.

The man then fires the remainder of his clip at the confronting individual, but his football-like reflexes spared him, and he fired back…but missed.

What happened next is uncertain, as it all happened so fast, but before the confronter knew it, the other man was gone.  He then approached Malfatron’s body and fired a few shots into her.

F*cking disloyal, b*tch.  GIVE THAT TO ODIN FOR ME, B*TCH.

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BREAKING NEWS:  Fire rose from the bush, so intense that the flames burned the eyes. A voice could be heard coming from the bush, "Heed these words my child, go forth into the world and take thy vengeance out on all those who forsake me.  Only bring those with a true heart to my doorstep.

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With 17 alive and voting, it is 9 to lynch!  Deadline: Sunday (1/20) at 9:00 p.m. EST.

If you did not receive a PM, and believe you should have, PM me immediately.

 

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Hey guys, Karl here, Touch is clearly lying. Just so everyone knows.

 

1) he said he gets to choose his wincon or “good vs evil” and he picked N1

Then he claimed he visited rag because he was picking him for the wincon, but that was N2. 

Those can’t both be true.

 

2) He also said he gets to pick his wincon, now he’s saying he had to pick it AND correctly guess the right player to match it, otherwise he’d be Indy all game.

Well, he’s still Indy. That was just revealed to us again in the writeup.

So those can’t both be true either. That’s not picking your wincon like it was originally described.

 

 

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Just now, Dome said:

Hey guys, Karl here, Touch is clearly lying. Just so everyone knows.

 

1) he said he gets to choose his wincon or “good vs evil” and he picked N1

Then he claimed he visited rag because he was picking him for the wincon, but that was N2. 

Those can’t both be true.

 

2) He also said he gets to pick his wincon, now he’s saying he had to pick it AND correctly guess the right player to match it, otherwise he’d be Indy all game.

Well, he’s still Indy. That was just revealed to us again in the writeup.

So those can’t both be true either. That’s not picking your wincon like it was originally described.

 

 

Do you know how to read? Do I need to get crayons and those safety scissors for you? 

I made my choice n1 (look at the n1 writeup) subsequent of that I chose rags (look at the n2 writeup)

i don’t know if you’re intentionally doing this or not. 

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1 minute ago, Dome said:

Your inability to use anything other than write-ups that are completely open to interpretation is what’s dumb yo 

So what else could a burning bush with a voice be???? 

What other interpretation would that even begin to be? 

Why else would I also be going to rags house? 

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