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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Too Sweet Spartan" data-cite="Too Sweet Spartan" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>...I'm not a good husband. <img alt=":p" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> I kept telling you her "lover" was in the Graveyard, not her husband.</p><p> <img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Too Sweet Spartan" data-cite="Too Sweet Spartan" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>...I'm not a good husband. <img alt=":p" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> She wasn't a good wife, so I think you're even. Though, maybe if you had paid more attention to her...</p>
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<p>Below are the roles that were cut, well some of them. I didn't fully write out all of them when it became clear I wouldn't get close to 40.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">You are Russell Bret, Effingham Heights Aligned Census Field Manager.</span></strong><p> </p><p> The time of your latest assignment couldn’t be any more perfect…tasked with collecting Census data on your own neighbors during this time of hostility and anger. You’re a professional though and these houses don’t pay for themselves.</p><p> </p><p> Each night you may select a target and learn their name, gender, and profession.</p><p> </p><p> You win when all threats to Effingham Heights have been defeated.</p><p> </p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">You are Siobhan Falconer, Effingham Heights Aligned Court Appointed Mediator.</span></strong><p> </p><p> You thrive in situations like this, hell it is literally what you have been chosen to do. The neighborhood is splintered with people wanting different things, but surely you can help them reach some sort of resolution, right? OK, probably not, but the least you can do is keep people from making rash decisions.</p><p> </p><p> During a day phase you may choose to negate a lynch. When a lynch has been reached you must PM the mods informing them that you’d like to negate the lynch. This PM must be received prior to the lynch write up being posted. Timing can obviously be an issue, so you are welcome to submit your PM prior to a lynch being achieved. If the target receives enough votes your ability will be used, otherwise it will not. This is a one-shot ability and you may use it on yourself.</p><p> </p><p> You win when all threats to Effingham Heights have been defeated.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">You are Alistair Neill, Effingham Heights Aligned A-List Celebrity.</span></strong><p> </p><p> When you moved into Effingham Heights it is almost as if the world stood still. It isn’t everyday that one of the biggest names in Hollywood moves into your neighborhood. You immediately became the gold standard; if you showed up to an event then everyone knew that it was truly elite.</p><p> </p><p> Let’s be honest, you don’t do anything; that’s what you have an assistant for. But if something unfortunate were to happen to you it could really put a damper on this neighborhood.</p><p> </p><p> You win when all threats to Effingham Heights have been defeated.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">You are Father Austin O’Hannigan, Effingham Heights Aligned Priest.</span></strong><p> </p><p> Well you’re in a pickle, aren’t you? You’d prefer to let the authorities sort all of this out, but no the neighborhood has declared Marshal Law. That’s OK, it is still possible for you to abide by the good book, just not probable.</p><p> </p><p> You are not allowed to be the first vote on a lynch or the hammer vote on a Lynch. If you are either you will immediately leave the town in shame. If you vote on two mislynches you will also take your leave.</p><p> </p><p> You win when all threats to Effingham Heights have been defeated.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">You are Suzanna Wong, Effingham Heights Aligned Motivational Speaker.</span></strong><p> </p><p> You’ve made millions off of your self-help series “Suck Comes Before Success”. You have books, speaking engagements, and that short-lived television show that we’ll never bring up again. Let’s face it, your words create confidence in even the losiest of losers.</p><p> </p><p> Each night you may select one player to target and encourage. That player will have a 100% success rate in their night action.</p><p> </p><p> You win when all threats to Effingham Heights have been defeated.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">You are Dr. Leta Jennings, Vainglory Realty Group Aligned Doctor.</span></strong><p> </p><p> Do no harm? Yeah right, I be Hippocates never had billions of dollars dangling in front of his face. But you’re still a doctor, and you won’t take things too far…unless you’re asked to.</p><p> </p><p> Each night you may visit another player for a brief chat. You’ll find a way to slip a little something into their system to help them sleep, preventing them from performing any night actions. They looked tired anyway.</p><p> </p><p> You win when your group outnumbers all other players.</p></div></blockquote>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="i effin rule" data-cite="i effin rule" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><img alt="E56VIuD.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/E56VIuD.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em>Darkness falls over Effingham Heights, but tonight would be anything but peaceful.</em></p><p> </p><p> ___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>Mere hours into the night, he walked with a purpose. She had just gotten home. His mind clear on the mission, he approached </em><em><strong>BlueStar</strong></em><em>, pulled the trigger, and walked away like nothing had happened. The noise carried through the town, eliciting a barrage of strange animal-like howls.</em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Eternal Phoenix killing BlueStar under the control of MoT</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <em>The man thumped his ham-fists on the door. No answer. He thumped again. Nothing.</em></p><p> </p><p> <strong><span style="color:#4169E1;">Knocker: I know you’re in there!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#4169E1;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>He goes to thump once more just as a light flicks on. The door opens, revealing a man with mussed up hair.</em></p><p> </p><p> <strong><span style="color:#2E8B57;">Man: What on Earth do you want at this hour?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#2E8B57;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The knocker looks at the man.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#4169E1;">Knocker: Nothing. Have a nice evening.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#4169E1;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>He turns and walks away, leaving the man baffled at the door. Before the man can shut his door, he hears the rustle of leaves coming from a bush outside his window.</em></p><p> </p><p> <strong><span style="color:#2E8B57;">Man: Get the hell out of here!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#2E8B57;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>Terrified, someone leaps out from the bushes and runs down the street.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Derek B investigating TSS, Showtime trying to learn from Derek B.</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>__________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>He sits at his desk looking over documents, deep in thought.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Destiny, detecting lies on eayragt.</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <em>She approaches the house slowly, trying to stake out the situation. Then she sees it, a body laying on the ground. She instantly knew who it was. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. She then heard a noise unlike anything she had ever heard before; and it sounded like it came from inside the house. Curious as ever, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. Blackness. She focused once again on the body, snapping another picture. Only this time, the flash seems to illuminate something from the house. But what? </em><em><strong>moon_lit_tears</strong></em><em> turns the phone towards the door and snaps a picture. The flash reveals a terrifying beast in the darkness. Before she even has a chance to scream her throat is slashed open, her body collapsing on the other. </em></p><p> </p><p> <strong><span style="color:#8B0000;">Mystery: What…the…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#8B0000;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The person who had been trailing her was stunned. What had she just seen? She turns and begins to run, but it is too late; she has been spotted.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Melty investigating BlueStar and being checked by Paws</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She was walking down the street, speaking to someone else when she spots the man she was looking for.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;">Woman: Hey! You! Come here.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The man looks befuddled. He looks behind him and then back to the woman, pointing at himself.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;">Woman: Yes, you!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>He makes his way over to the woman and her companion.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;">Woman: Have you two met before? I was just thinking the other day how I thought you two would get along splendidly.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The two men look at each, not really knowing what to say. The woman looks down at her watch and acts surprised.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;">Woman: Would you look at the time? I have a thing I need to do. I’m sure you two can find something to talk about.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF00FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>She quickly scurries off as the two men shrug at each other.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Crychon shipping Derek and dj</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She finally made it to the home she had been staying at. Out of breath and sweat dripping off her face she runs inside, slamming the door behind her. The noise startles an intruder, who lets out a scream. In turn the woman screams, turning to see the other person in the room. The confusion doesn’t last as the door is knocked off the hinges by the terrifying beast. Quickly the blood-spattered monster devastates both </em><em><strong>Paws7297</strong></em><em> and </em><em><strong>hellshock70</strong></em><em>. The never stood a chance.</em></p><p> </p><p> ___________________________</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <em>He was enjoying a nice evening in his home when he heard a noise from outside. He peeked through the curtains, but the only thing he noticed was that the flag on his mailbox was up. Confused, he wanders out his door and opens the mailbox. He reaches in and pulls out something. A huge smile crosses his face.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Rabbitman inviting FellaLibby. Not sure why FellaLibby said he didn't receive an invitation as it was pm'd to him.</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>He was on his phone, yelling profanities at someone on the other side. He was too consumed in his berating to notice the figure behind him. The only sound that could be hurt was </em><em><strong>Rayelek’s</strong></em><em> brain matter splattering on the wall.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> ___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>The body was still fresh. No one would mind if she touched it a little bit.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Emark</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>A sudden noise woke the man up. He must have fallen asleep on the couch at some point. He stood up, trying to identify where the sound came from, when he noticed his back door was open. It was strange, he didn’t remember even using the back door. That is when he heard the roar. It was the kind of sound you only hear in movies, a sound that froze </em><em><strong>Eternal Phoenix</strong></em><em> in his tracks. The large white Bengal tiger slowly entered the room through the back door, death in its eyes. It pounced on the man, throwing him to the ground. The tiger takes swipes at him with its huge paws before sinking its teeth into the man’s head. With one quick motion the tiger rips the head off. It then turns and exits the house, trophy still in its maw.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> ___________________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>When dawn finally arrived the citizens of Effingham Heights were awestruck. They could not have fathomed this type of carnage.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong>BlueStar is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Rebecca Schneider, Effingham Heights Aligned Exotic Animal Trainer.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>moon_lit_tears is dead.</strong> She was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Lena Murdoch, Effingham Heights Aligned Blogger.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>Paws7297 is dead.</strong> She was <strong>Romi Scarpa, Scarpa Family Aligned Donna.</strong></p><p> <strong>hellshock70 is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Daniel Lane, Effingham Heights Aligned Honor Roll Student.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>Rayelek is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Tully Fischer, Effingham Heights Aligned Boxing Promoter.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>Eternal Phoenix is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Triston Stacks, Effingham Heights Aligned Financial Analyst.</span></strong></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> TBP checked to see if Destiny, MLT, or Eliphas were recruitable.</p><p> </p><p> DeadCeleb watched Rayelek</p><p> </p><p> dj swapped MoT and Leion</p><p> </p><p> Leion framed dj</p><p> </p><p> Neither cappyboy or FellaLibby submitted actions.</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="i effin rule" data-cite="i effin rule" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>TSS branded fedora: 87% chance to look super fly.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> HAHAHA!</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="i effin rule" data-cite="i effin rule" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><img alt="E56VIuD.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/E56VIuD.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em>Night had once again fallen on the peaceful community of Effingham Heights. The events of the prior night still weighed heavily on some people, but that would not stop most of them from doing what they wanted to do.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> _______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>He looked at the screen and then typed in the address, his mission now under way.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">DeadCeleb watching Destiny</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She found a nice vantage point and peered through the window of the house. She was amazed by the sheer amount of junk inside.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Showtime trying to learn from cappyboy</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>He looked down at his phone and then to the house and then back to the phone.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Mobile Man: This is the place.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>He pulled a mask down over his face and walked up to the door; of course, it was unlocked. He entered slowly, approaching a man sitting in front of a computer and wearing headphones. Poor </em><em><strong>DeadCeleb</strong></em><em> never heard his intruded, but he felt the wire wrap around his neck. He felt it until the point where he could no longer feel anything. The intruder releases his grasp and the now limp body crumples to the ground.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">TSS killing DeadCeleb</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>Another night spent alone going through documents.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Destiny detecting on dj</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>The figure stood in front of the building, trying to muster up the courage.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#800080;">Figure: Who’s bright idea was it to stick the bodies in a greenhouse? Stupid fricking morons…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#800080;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The figure takes in a deep breath before opening the door and entering.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Emark checking Melty</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She was sorting through her inventory, minding her own business, and keeping to herself. That didn’t stop her assailant from bashing her skull in with an actual yellow brick from the Wizard of Oz’s yellow brick road. </em><em><strong>cappyboy</strong></em><em> falls, what’s left of his head spilling out onto the floor, the now red and yellow brick beside her. Another watches from afar, horrified by what they just saw.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">TBP killing cappyboy thanks to MoT</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>The Disguised Destroyer lurks in the shadows outside of a house, glaring into a dark room.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Derek tracking Crychon</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>He approaches the house, heading for the mailbox. Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. He does a double-take, looking through a window. </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#008000;">Mail Man: Guess they don’t need this anymore…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#008000;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>He turns and walks back the way he came.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Rabbitman inviting cappyboy</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_______________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>As dawn broke the members of the neighborhood were elated, only two people had died!</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong>DeadCeleb is dead</strong>. He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Buck Atteberry, Effingham Heights Aligned Security Camera Installer.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>cappyboy is dead</strong>. He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Cecilia Johnson, Effingham Heights Aligned Pawn Shop Owner.</span></strong></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Showtime was able to learn from cappyboy, but could not do better than 33% thanks to him being dead and all.</p><p> </p><p> TBP was going to successfully recruit Eliphas, but it was switched to DeadCeleb, who he could have also recruited, but MoT blocked it.</p><p> </p><p> dj switched Eliphas and DeadCeleb</p><p> </p><p> Leion framed dj</p>
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<p>Good game everyone.</p><p> </p><p>

Great play for the scum group, you pretty much had me fooled for the entire game. <img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>

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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="i effin rule" data-cite="i effin rule" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><img alt="E56VIuD.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/E56VIuD.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em>The Concealed Colossus sits on the stoop, snarling at anyone who passes by.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Derek B jailkeeping lukess11</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>Another night at the desk, but this night they are no longer looking through documents. In its place is now a laptop; they’ve gone paperless!</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Destiny detecting Rabbitman</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>They look at the house, slightly confused. </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Confuzzled: I suppose this will do all the same.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;"> </span></strong></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">MoT targeting Showtime instead of Eliphas</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>Lights! Music! Fun! There has been nothing in Effingham Heights like this for at least a week, maybe even 10 days. Two figures can be seen inside, partaking in all sorts of debauchery.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Rabbitman solo party with FellaLibby</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She was smart enough to remove a few bodies from the greenhouse, but that hadn’t stopped the natural progression of things. She wondered by she chose this one in particular, since it had been lying around for a while.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Emark checking Paws</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>It was the last one on the list tonight. They knocked on the door. Silence. They knocked again and they door opened.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF8C00;">Insider: Can I help you?”</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF8C00;"> </span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#008000;">Outsider: Yes, would you be interested in answering a few questions for a survey? It won’t take any more than five minutes, I promise.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#008000;"> </span></strong></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF8C00;">Insider: Sure, why not?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF8C00;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The person on the inside invites the other in.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">TBP checking to see if MoT, FellaLibby, or lukess were recruitable. All three were.</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She was elbow deep in ass, literally. That could explain why she never noticed the girl behind her. The girl pounced, throwing the woman face first into the corpse. Suddenly a hand starts beating the girl in the back of the head. The hand is attached to an arm that is no longer attached to a body, the woman feverishly pelting the perpetrator with palm strike pugilism. The girl pays it no mind, she knows what needs to be done. With a quick motion the girl lunges an ink pen into </em><em><strong>Emark’s </strong></em><em>carotid. It won’t take long now.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <strong><span style="color:#800080;">Voice: Well this is an interesting turn of events.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#800080;"> </span></strong></p><p> <em>The voice rings out in the quiet of the night. </em><em><strong>Teh_Showtime </strong></em><em>turns around just in time to greet a bullet with her face. He body falls down onto Emark’s, on top of another pile of bodies. The one responsible for the voice slowly walks off into the darkness.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Showtime killing Emark and then TSS killing Showtime</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>____________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>Another dawn broke and another two dead. As the community began to gather, they all looked at one another, wondering if maybe they are in on this too.</em></p><p> </p><p> <strong>Emark is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Ginger Dick, Effingham Heights Aligned Undertaker.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>Teh_Showtime is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Isolda McAlister, Effingham Heights Aligned Student Intern.</span></strong></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Showtime tried to learn from TSS, blocked by MoT</p><p> </p><p> FellaLibby was blocked from protecting dj</p><p> </p><p> dj swapped Eliphas and Showtime</p><p> </p><p> Leion framed dj again</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="i effin rule" data-cite="i effin rule" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><img alt="E56VIuD.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/E56VIuD.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em>It was getting dark once again in Effingham Heights. With each passing day the community wondered which one of them would find themselves at hell’s gate by morning.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> _________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>They typed away at their desk, busy as usual.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Destiny detecting lukess</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>The large truck pulled right out front of the house. Within minutes the vehicle was surrounded by hunger followers.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">FellaLibby protecting Rabbitman</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>She was spending a peaceful night at him with a nice glass of red to go along with her Flickflix binge night. She wasn’t alone though. The intruder was not very good at remaining quiet and she was quick to realize what was happening.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF00FF;"><strong>Flickflix & Chill: What the hell are you doing here!?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#FF00FF;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p> <em>The not-so-hidden figure is startled but answers.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#0000FF;"><strong>Not Stealthy: I’m here to kill you, what does it look like?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#0000FF;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p> <em>The woman tries to make a break for the door, but she isn’t able to get passed the assailant. They grab </em><em><strong>Crychon</strong></em><em> by the hair and smash her face into the television, until the only thing she’ll be binge watching is the back of her eyelids.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Rabbitman killing Crychon</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_________________</p><p> </p><p> <em>The food truck is shaking, rocking back and forth. The man inside rushes to the back door, trying to get a grasp on what is happening. Immediately he spots the Baroque Behemoth with his hands on the ride, shifting it with all his might.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#008000;"><strong>Food Trucker: What are you doing to my truck?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#008000;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p> <em>The mountainous manbeast drops the truck and walks towards the man.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#008000;"><strong>Food Trucker: What the hell is wrong with you?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#008000;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p> <em>The food truck fella steps down on the ground, looking straight at him. The man in spandex lets out a guttural roar before clotheslining </em><em><strong>FellaLibby</strong></em><em>. He manages to stumble back up to his feet where he is then met with a kick to the gut, followed by a stiff piledriver. He lay there, motionless. The victor taunts his foe, calling to the crowd for adulation. Someone steps out of the mass of people behind him and slowly approaches.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong>Lurker: Excuse me, sir?</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong> </strong></span></p><p> <em>Being so jacked up on adrenaline, the large man acts on instincts as the woman taps on his shoulder. Lightning fast comes one punch, then another, and another. </em><em><strong>Memory of Talon</strong></em><em> is on rubbery legs. The assaulter grabs her by her ears and begins smashing his head into hers until there is very little left for him to hold onto. He lets the carcass drop to the ground and slowly begins to walk away, beating his chest in the process.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color:#FF0000;">Derek B killing FellaLibby and then PGOing MoT.</span></p><p><span style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>_________________</p><p> </p><p> It is dawn once again and once again bodies are strewn across the neighborhood. The community began to feel all hope drift out of their bodies.</p><p> </p><p> <strong>Crychon is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Marsha Borde, Effingham Heights Aligned Professional Matchmaker.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>FellaLibby is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">Linus Cooke, Effingham Heights Aligned Food Truck Driver.</span></strong></p><p> <strong>Memory of Talon is dead.</strong> He was <strong><span style="color:#800080;">Dr. Shelly Jewel, Self Aligned Hypnotherapist.</span></strong></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> MoT was going to send Derek to kill TSS</p><p> </p><p> dj switched michgcs and Crychon</p><p> </p><p> Leion framed dj again</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Too Sweet Spartan" data-cite="Too Sweet Spartan" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46676" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>I'm excited to read the graveyard.<p> </p><p> The six N1 people probably helped make it pop to life immediately. And them knowing more about what's actually happening, I think they caught a lot more things than probably any of us.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Your welcome, I had EP kill bluestar. DJ had me fooled.</p><p> </p><p> I thought Derek was the bus driver and blocked him last night to make him kill you</p>
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You guys did a great job and I cant believe rabbitman got away.............on my most stressful night as town council
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dj swapped MoT and Leion

Only reason I swapped MoT was to hear him say "Damn it!! I hate bus drivers!!" but he never did, and on top of it he got sick, so it wasn't fun.

dj switched Eliphas and DeadCeleb

 

dj swapped Eliphas and Showtime

 

dj switched michgcs and Crychon

The important thing with the bolded targets is... I saved Eliphas twice and michgcs once... but technically they were the same person, so I saved the character THREE TIMES from that evil TSS.

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I still am sick and tired from working so much, but I tried my best to blend in and stay active. I really think DJ was an alignment cop for awhile there and was trying to do the best town impression I could.
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I hated the fact that I kept getting nominated to the town counsil when i just wanted to take it easy this game, but I am very happy that I was killed instead lynched so that my never lynched record remains.
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I still am sick and tired from working so much, but I tried my best to blend in and stay active. I really think DJ was an alignment cop for awhile there and was trying to do the best town impression I could.

 

I really thought you did a great job, SK is never an easy road. I genuinely think you could of had a shot if N4 had gone differently.

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Thoughts on the council? Did it make things interesting or was it just an unnecessary bother?

 

This game was more active in my opinion. I think it was because of that extra incentive, and it's very interesting to me how many people legit wanted to be on it, when there was no "bonus" for it.

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Your welcome, I had EP kill bluestar. DJ had me fooled.

 

I thought Derek was the bus driver and blocked him last night to make him kill you

 

You were the biggest blessing (blue kill) and pain (...pretty much everything else) to us this game! :p

 

I was certain you were Scarpa scum and arguing it until I was blue in the face in scum chat. You just saw through our team too well. And yeah, have Derek kill me and we would have been in a much worse spot.

 

You saw through my posts pretty much all game, knew the right moves to make, and just got unluckily stopped or not trusted by enough people when you were trying to make them in thread or at night. So kudos!

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The important thing with the bolded targets is... I saved Eliphas twice and michgcs once... but technically they were the same person, so I saved the character THREE TIMES from that evil TSS.

I miss the days when he was just regular ol' TNS. :mad:

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