TWG XII - Velyssis Victory!

[nforcer06164]

Wow. Not a surprise that eyespew died. He was the only trustable, for-sure human here. As for other things...

Hans + Intuition + Conversation with Kilga = some wolf = Kilga

[JurseyRider734]

Since i was positive that Tass was a wolf, and the only one who was full on backing him up was Kilga, i'm pretty sure this will be the right choice

Ta ta, Kilga

[HansSky]

Hey guys, I give you full permission to lynch me if the game isn't over when Kilga dies. So please, let's make this quick, ok?

[lightdarkness]

Sup Kilga

I was wrong about tass, he was a wolf. And according to hans, you are too

[Kilgamayan]

Have fun lynching Hans next round, God knows he has it coming.

[lightdarkness]

Have fun lynching Hans next round, God knows he has it coming.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

[Kilgamayan]

Just so the rest of you can see this.

lightdarkness42: lol@no defence
bjstrattonIM: What, from me?
bjstrattonIM: It would be rather useless at this point, wouldn't it? Hans has you all by the balls.
lightdarkness42: no
lightdarkness42: he doesn't
bjstrattonIM: Metaphorically, of course, given Jursey voted >_>
bjstrattonIM: Just wait and see.
bjstrattonIM: Tell you what.
bjstrattonIM: If the game ends at the end of the current day, I'll resign from the Staff usergroup.

Everyone here knows now that I said this and can hold me to it.

[lightdarkness]

Dude, we know you're a wolf, it's a matter of if there is 1 more or not.

[Narrator]

One more vote for instalynch.

[mead1]

Bye kilga, the evidence seems clear. You are definately the best candidate for last wolf.

Edit: bold'D my vote. I always forget that.

[Narrator]

Kilgamayan has been instalynched at 5/8 votes.

The day is over, I am writing the story now.

[Narrator]

The eight survivors stepped into Velyssis that morning. Hans, in his boisterous mood, cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted, “Hey slick, I think we can go ahead and get the meeting under way, everyone knows who the last man under Neil is!”

Two men walked out with just a tinge of emotion dripping from their eyes.
“Do any of you agree with this motion”

Lightdarkness and Jursey quickly affirmed.

“Very well, we will bring the meeting under way now.”

They stepped into the room. In five seconds, Kilgamayan was glaring with a distorted face.
“Mark my words, assholes, if no one dies tonight I’ll gladly resign my position as Demigod of planet Earth.”

“Point taken… you’re gone.”

Everyone heard the melodic sound of gunshot.

“We did it guys, we beat those bastards! Hell, this calls for a day off, let’s go home and get some sleep!”

They walked home, and contently slept, waiting for the tomorrow when all seven will wake up and smile.

It is night six. If any infiltrators or special roles are still alive, I need your PMs.

[ImEric12]

Your voting statistics are correct, and two assholes now have phantom votes.

I'm sorry I fucked up the last game for you, but christ, pull the stick out of your ass. I was gone almost all day for the last three days, it wasn't my fault. I deserve the phantom vote, yes, but the abuse isn't needed.

[Narrator]

There are those times that take one’s heart and pump it so full of energy it just might burst… Then all the blood runs right out of it and he’s left so sobered and emptied that he can’t do anything but lay on the floor with a fire-glazed haze over his eyes. The nights where the emotional highs succumb to the lows, and all that’s good has the guise pulled from over its form to reveal the stark, blistering reality.

Lightdarkness was the victim that night… The poor soul whose honey-covered illusions were shattered like so many broken snowflakes on the floor with that one resounding shot; the one whose ill-fated dream was thrown from the metaphorical clouds straight to the bounds of Lethe. The rusty-redness of blood painted his face like some smattering of disillusionment all righted in that one determined shot.

The house felt apologetic. The floors grasped one’s feet like they were trying to keep you from drifting off into dead-space. The walls weren’t closing in, but it felt like the entire house was one teardrop away from falling in on itself. Footprints ran out of the house; they ran straight out of the open doorway back into the stormy night, back into the ether of raindrops.

Velyssis felt like shattered glass; like some immaculate form had been sunk in one determined flash. Those who remained felt helpless, trapped.

The sun has risen over the sixth day. It shall fall at 8PM EST on the night of Tuesday

[lightdarkness]

Damnit.