I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
whoa, this has set a bad precedent. Mead shouldn't have allowed that to be pasted because it guarantees that tps is the interrogator. But yeah, tres good, Tass
Jurs was again soliciting Hans for love that day, but not much else of interest happened. Then, an idea struck blah.
"Hey guys, let's play some poker!" He exclaimed in his thick Blahtopish accent.
So they dealt out a few hands of Texas Hold 'em. After a few hours, the only players left were Afro and Blah. Afro peered at his cards cautiously. He twirled his Afro around his finger. Blah smiled. Afro would always twirl the 'fro when he was bluffing. Blah didn't have much, a pair of nines, but he was pretty sure it was more then old Afro had. The river came up Ace, Eight, Nine. Blah couldn't believe his luck. He had won for sure. But he wanted to bait Afro. Take him out this time. The betting went on, and the next card came up. A King. Afro was still twirling away. Blah was still confident. He bet a little more, stared accross at Afro through his cool-looking sun-glasses. The Final card was another Ace. All the high cards on the table made Blah nervous, but he still thought he had Afro.
"All in." He declared. Afro, who had a slightly smaller pile, followed in suit.
"Well? Let's see them." Blah flipped his Nines, giving an elusive Blahtopian smile.
Afro flipped his cards. Big Slick. Ace King. Full House.
Blah sputtered. He was aghast. He hadn't ever lost at poker. He was slightly put off.
"K guys, it's getting late in the day, and we need to lynch someone. Let's make it Afro so we can get our money back too." He said with a smile.
The crowd was happy to oblige. They pulled out their guns and all shot at him. CIRCLE CIRCLE TRIANGLE SQUARE!!! Afro dodged and knocked a gun out of Tass' hand with a backflip-kick. He grabbed the gun from mid-air, and pointed it at Tass' face.
"Guys, I don't know what you're playing at. It's not me. Here, take the money. Now let me leave, and I'll let Tass go."
Then Mal Reynolds walked onto the scene, and shot Afro in the face. He then left and returned to being the biggest badass in existence.
Afro has been lynched. It is now Night 5. Night 5 will last until Friday at 2 PM. This is a little shorter then normal, I know, but my family is having an event that afternoon. It shouldn't be a problem with how good you guys have been with the whole PM business.
Using his psychic powers, TPS spoke to Afro that night from beyond the grave. Afro wanted to know what was going on in MS, since Heaven doesn't stock that unholy waste of time. But eventually, he did implicate Tass as the one who had galvanized them to shoot the Pope. TPS recorded the whole thing and presented it to the group the next day. They all decided to lynch Tass ASAP.
Tass, however, was nowhere to be found. So, using his psychic powers, TPS established a link with Tass' mind.
"Hey, Tass, where are you?"
"Is this my concience? Am I dead?"
"Not yet Tass, but you've just been insta'd."
"Well, TWG is serious business, so I guess I better kill myself."
So Tass who was, for Trivia's sake, sitting drunk on the roof, promptly jumped off the roof, and landed on top of Guido's body on Afro's car.
It is now Night 6, Tass was lynched. Night 6 will last until Two on sunday at latest.
And so the sun rose, as did the tenants of the derilect. Still drowsy from their drive-by late last night. Afro's car was the only one around, so they removed the bodies, tuned it up, grabbed the gunz, and went for a ride.
It was pretty uneventful for the most part, but later, the unthinkable happened. Hans leaned out the window to bust a cap in the back of some small child, when someone in the car stabbed him in the face. They were all bunched into Afro's 2-seater, so no one could really see who did it. They pulled out his body, gave it a proper burial (tossing it off a bridge), and went to bed.
The next day the group was confident. It was going to be an interesting day .
It is now Day 6, Hans has been wolfed. This day will last until 7 PM Monday EST.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
Jurs awoke the next day feeling EMPTY. There just wasn't anything left to live for with Hans no longer in the world. She promptly posted about it on myspace and Xanga. Her last post on FFR was "Sorry Guys 8)." Her wrists then suffered a massive overdose of razors, and she died. She was mourned by nobody. Everyone knows emo fags are ghey.
It is now Night 7, Jurs has been lynched. This night will last until Sunday at Seven at latest.
evilbutterfly appeared the next morning in Tasuke's place. He said "Hey guys, wha-" He was cut off by a gigantic piece of the ceiling falling on his head. Everyone looked up, and noticed a large chunk of the ceiling missing. TPS spoke up "This has to end today. One amongst us is a wolf." Blah agreed. "Aye" he said, but it was impossible to discern what he said through his accent. Kilga said, in contrast "I love galaxy angel." The other two shrugged.
It is now DAY FINAL. evilbutterfly has been wolfed. DAY FINAL will end whenever someone is lynched.
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