Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
ns shado
lol @ people doubting my haku push
ns shado
lol @ people doubting my haku push
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Originally posted by the sun fan
I'd be too tiny to be a bouncer
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Lack of one death makes me mechanically confused but /shrug
Fuck off Haku everyone was right
Hell yeah we got Juckter as well I'm feeling so fucking good about that too
Enjoy a copypasta I spent time on
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Between the hours of 1 P.M. and 3 P.M., Skippyjon Jones created his finest piece of artwork ever.
It went up and down and all around the newly painted hall. And this rubbed his mama’s fur the wrong way.
“Drop that crayon right now, Mr. Doodlepaws,” commanded Mama Junebug Jones. “You’re not the boss of me,” said Skippyjon Jones. “In your dreams, Mr. Beans,” said Mama.
“I cannot believe that in two quiet hours you covered the walls with those cockeyed Chihuahuas,” she scolded. “You are not a Chihuahua. You are a naughty Siamese cat. And you need a time-out to think about that.”
The kitty boy did not budge.
But Junebug could be very purr-suasive.
“If you [COLOR=”Gray”]think[/COLOR] more like a cat,” she said, “Mama will catch you a [COLOR=”Gray”]mouse[/COLOR] big and fat. I’ll dip it in [COLOR=”Gray”]butter[/COLOR] and roll it in [COLOR=”Gray”]cheese. . . .[/COLOR] All you must do is think Siamese!”
“And stay out of your closet or you’ll really be in the doghouse,” she added, putting him into his room.
In fact, Skippyjon Jones was thinking before Mama Junebug Jones even left.
He was thinking of bouncing. “Doghouse,” repeated Skippyjon Jones, beginning to bounce.
First he bounced high, then he bounced low, pointing his rear to the chair down below.
“Everyone knows from my big ears to my toes, I’m not a Siamese cat.
I’m Skippyjonjones, A Chihuahua to my bones.
And that’s what I think about that.”
But he missed the chair and went careening into a pile of stuffed animals.
“Holy Jalapeño!” exclaimed Skippyjon Jones, pulling a bird from his ear.
“The leetle bird says there is a Bobble-ito in the doghouse.”
Quicker than you can say Skippyjonjones Skippyjonjones Skippyjonjones, the kitty boy climbed into his mask and cape. Then, using his very best Spanish accent, he began to sing.
“Oh, my name is Skippito Friskito. (clap clap)
And I heard from a leetle birdito (clap clap)
That the doggies have fled
From the gobbling head
Who goes by the name Bobble-ito!” (clap clap)
Down the hall, Mama and the girls squeezed together on the couch for a little TV.
“Can Skippyjon watch Quiz Kitties with us?” asked Jilly Boo.
“Not right now, pigeon puff,” answered Mama. “Skipper-doodle still has some serious Siamese thinking to do.”
But Skippyjon Jones was not thinking Siamese. He was thinking Chihuahua.
Quiet as a cotton ball, Skippito rolled into his closet.
He blew past a boulder, chugged up a hill, and arrived alongside a shack perched two bones shy of the end of the world.
“Where the heckito am I?” wondered Skippito aloud. The place bloomed with sniffing noses.
“Who wants to know?” growled a voice from inside.
“It ees I, El Skippito Friskito, the great sword fighter, the Great Bumblebeeto eater, the great fly defeater, the great spider biter, the greatest poco perrito of all,” said Skippito.
Suddenly a rope cut the air with a SNAP-ito! And wrapped around his paw.
“Whoa!” said Skippito as he flew under the curtain and into the shack.
The house was chock-full of Chihuahuas.
They were cavorting in the cupboards and splashing in the sink.
They were chilling in the ice-cube trays and melting into drinks.
And sitting right in the middle of the mayhem were his old amigos, Los Chimichangos.
“Hola, Skippito.” Don Diego, the biggest of the small ones, grinned. “We have been waiting for you, dude.”
“Si, Skippito,” said Poquito Tito. “Yesterday morning we left the house to buy some beans, and at night when we returned, a Bobble-ito was in la casa perrito.”
“Not in the leetle doghouse!” exclaimed Skippito.
“Uh-huh,” said Poquito Tito. “He’s a fanatica, and so dramatica, and he bobbles and nods in our attica.”
“He must be a pain in the sciatica,” said Skippito.
“He’s a yes man,” added Don Diego. And then all of the doggies nodded: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
“A jumbolito pain,” agreed Polka Dot-ito. “And you are just what the dog-tor ordered.”
This made the poochitos feel so good that they all began to sing and dance:
“First you turn the music way up loud, Then you nod your head up and down and wag your loco tail, back and forth, To the chimichango rumba and the cha-cha-cha.”
“Stop eet! You are keel-ing me, dudes!” said Skippito.
“Enough of the monkey beez-ess,” said Poquito Tito as he pulled Skippito outside and over to a giant tortilla.
“Lie down and close your eyes,” ordered Poquito Tito. “¿Porque?” asked Skippito nervously.
“Because, dude,” said Poquito Tito, “at five o’clock Abuelo Crispito will spill the frijoles.”
“Not the beans again,” said Skippito.
At cinco bells, a Chihuahua as old as Montezuma popped out of the holey boulder and “Pt-ooo-ey!” brought forth three beans.
“It’s a three-beaner,” declared the perritos. Then they rolled Skippito into a three-bean burrito. “Now we are sure to have good luck.”
Then the burrito was paced onto the skateboard with the rest of the poochitos, and together they rolled over the cliff into the valley of the dogs, singing as they went.
“Yes, sirree sirrito, (clap clap) It’s the return of our boy, El Skippito! (clap clap) A bird in his ear Said we needed him here. It’s Ka-boom! To the big Bobble-ito!” (clap clap)
Los Chimichangos and the burrito blew into the town of Pato Pato Ganso faster than a flea on a flying fur ball. To the right of the square stood la casa perrito.
“Mira, Skippito,” howled Don Diego. “The nodding Bobble-ito is up in the attica.” But Skippito was too scared to look.
The perritos did not give a hootito about Skippito’s jitters. They just wanted the Bobble-ito out. And he was the dog for the job.
With one big flourish, the perritos unrolled the tortilla and tossed the itty boy and the beans up up up into the air until he landed on the roof of the doghouse.
“Go get him, Skippito!” cried the poohitos.
“Oh MAMALITA!” cried Skippito, catching a glimpse of the hulking shadow of the Bobble-ito.
Oing-Boingy-Bouncy-Pouncy Skippito flashed his naughty monkey eyes and lunged straight for the head of the Bobble-ito.
“YEE-HAW-ito!” hollered Skippito as he took the ride of his life. And in no time flat, the kitty boy brought that Bobble-ito right down to size.
Faster than you could say” chili-chewing Chihuahuas,” he grabbed the itty-bitty Bobble-ito and stuffed him into his pants.
Lickety-Splickety-Rickety-Tickety
Skippito rode the railing all the way down to the front door. . .
… and he bounced into the good night air, landing right in the middle of the fluffy white tortilla.
Los Chimichangos rolled Skippito up snug as a bug and began to chant,
“Muchas gracias, Skippy-dippy-dango, Bye, Bobble-ito, boogie-woogie tango, Muchos poochos, licky-sticky mango, Gozo bozo, chimi-chimi-chango.” (One more time!)
And they carried the purr-ito all the way back to his room.
With Quiz Kitties over, Mama Junebug directed her ears toward Skippyjon’s very quiet room.
“Hmm,” mused Mama, “I wonder what he’s up to.” She told the girls to go and take a peek.
“He’s all wrapped up in his old white blankie,” said Jezebel.
“And he’s talking to my itty-bitty-kitty bobblehead,” said Ju-Ju Bee.
“Maybe he’s thinking Siamese,” added Jilly Boo.
“Really?” asked Mama.
“Oh, he’s such a little crumb cake.”
But Skippyjon Jones was not thinking Siamese. He was still thinking Chihuahua.
“Do you like mice and beans?” Skippyjon asked the bobblehead. Then he touched the itty-bitty-kitty’s nose with the tip of his blanket.
The bobblehead just nodded: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
“Me, too,” said Skippyjon Jones.
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
tell that to Charu and dfr who told me to back off along with other criticizers of my FOLLOW THE VOTE
my follow the vote seemed skimpy this time around because day 0 had probably the worst voting record for a town I've seen in a long timeOriginally posted by the sun fan
I'd be too tiny to be a bouncer
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Yes, thank you for listening on the Haku shot.
Originally posted by hi19hi19Comment
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
looking at the night kills
it appears Charu was on someone that wasn't Shado
there's a chance maf hit an SK vest and then SK killed ShadoOriginally posted by the sun fan
I'd be too tiny to be a bouncer
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
My TWG pride
Originally posted by Vendetta21Comment
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
There were three killing powers
and two kills
1. Wolves / SK stacked on shado
2. SK + Vigi stacked on Haku
3. Scum team no killed, Kills are SK / Vigi
One of these is true, because the SK cannot no kill.
Why are you confused if it's so obvious?Comment
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Actually no, roundbox is right I forgot charu's abilityComment
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Would be pretty funny if either of them decided to shoot me.
I am what I said I was. Unless SK purposely stacked on the obvious wolf kill.
Originally posted by Vendetta21Comment
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Mechanically three options happened:
Stacked Kill
BP was popped on SK
BP was popped on Charu
Do you get a notification if BP gets popped? I forget and am too lazy to look it up right now but if not then rip (if it was charu for example, rip).
Gonna say this now after seeing Juckter flip wolf I'm now really looking at Precarious as Anti-Town.
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Re: TWG CLIX: Form your special exclusive groups now! - Game Thread
Wait maybe don't mind me I'm horrible when it comes to mechanical posts
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