***Finn Rock Fallout*** -- Game Over ~ Infected Win

by **dussle** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:15 pm

Oops, didn't read.
Unvote AK_Iceman
Vote Autoload

by **HoussamTheGreat** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:15 pm

Seems we do have a strategy. Our cop is as good as dead since he revealed himself. We might as well lynch him. If he was lying we get a mafia, if he is not we know his conclusions were right and would lose nothing much since he would have been infected anyway. I am still very suspicious of wicked, but..

Unvote wicked
Vote autoload

SORRY ABOUT LACK OF BOLD BUT CAN'T DO HTML RIGHT NOW.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:19 pm

HoussamTheGreat wrote:Wicked has been saying that what I say makes me look suspicious. She has never said why

Yes I did, go back and read and quit trying to distract. :roll:

by **AK_iceman** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:21 pm

I believe we have 9 votes for autoload, so we will find out soon.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:21 pm

HoussamTheGreat wrote:Our cop is as good as dead since he revealed himself.

brilliant mafia strategy. :roll:

by **AndyDufresne** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:21 pm

Vote Count

[2] AK_iceman -- (Mach Wicked)
[9] Autoload -- (Master Bush, Reverend_kyle, Freetymes, Bogusbet, Supercram, AK_iceman, Backglass, Trestain, Dussle,)
[1] Wicked -- (Houssam)
[1] No Lynch -- (Xenhu)
[3] Not Voting, Everyone Else

9 Total Votes are needed for a Lynch or No Lynch

--Andy

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:22 pm

oh well, I hope to tell he's lying or insane. :roll:

by **AK_iceman** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:22 pm

Update it Andy. Dussle and Houssam voted auotload. I am anxious to see what auto truly was.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:22 pm

Andy, can you amend that vote record for future... Houssam voted for Auto as well.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:24 pm

Conveniently missing the vote: Broom

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:26 pm

also noticably absent: moz

and why did Backglass switch? must go back and read

by **AK_iceman** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:27 pm

3 people missed the vote, who was the 3rd?

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:28 pm

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:29 pm

figured he didn't matter anymore. :roll:

by **Backglass** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:30 pm

Houssam, no HTML needed. Just use the BBCode tags.

You have to do it in BOLD or Andy wont count it...but maybe you already knew that.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:32 pm

I'm guessing he was playing from his car phone while driving. :roll:

baad baad!! doesn't matter, Auto's history already.

by **HoussamTheGreat** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:36 pm

wicked wrote:I'm guessing he was playing from his car phone while driving. baad baad!! doesn't matter, Auto's history already.

Exactly. And will address your "distraction" accusations later. Auto isn't the only one who is history and you know it!

by **Master Bush** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:36 pm

And if it comes out that Autoload is in fact mafia, my vote goes to Wicked.

by **wicked** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:38 pm

Why MB? That makes no sense, but whatever. If there's another cop, or a role gets unlocked, investigate me please.

by **HoussamTheGreat** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:41 pm

Master Bush wrote:And if it comes out that Autoload is in fact mafia, my vote goes to Wicked.

Ooooh yeah. And this will be the shortest mafia day EVER!

by **Master Bush** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:42 pm

I dont wanna investigate you, I wanna vote for you.

by **AndyDufresne** on Sat Jan 13, 2007 4:42 pm

A few residents of Finn Rock mull around the Town Center, while others venture out in groups to take a closer look at the state of the town. Backglass sits on an old oak bench beneath a tree and thumbs through an well worn book. Supercram paces a few yards away, muttering to himself incoherently. Houssam, Bogusbet, and Master Bush head off toward one of the safe zones. Freetymes and Wicked chat quietly in front of a small shop on Main Street. There is little activity and movement throughout the ghost town. By evening of the first day, a few of the residents gather in a small coffee shop just off Main Street. Roars of yelling discussion reverberate throughout the shop and out into paved streets. After a few hours of discussion, each of the members in the coffee shop somberly nods and gathers what little items they have and head toward the Town Center. Trestain and Dussle appear in the Town Center, each arm filled with various medical supplies and gear. They drop everything in the dying grass and the echo pierces the near blanketing silence of nature. Moz and Broomhead stand idly by, watching the unfolding events. A few of the residents that were speaking in the coffee shop tell every one of their plans. After a moment of drawing straws, Master Bush, Freetymes, and Houssam are left with the shortest. They all silently look at one another, and dawn on some surgeical gear, and prepare themselves both physically and mentally for what they are each about to do. XenHu comes running from the East. He explains to everyone Autoload is coming toward the Town Center from one of the safe zones. The three soldiers set off, heading into an alley. They each hide behind a few large green and rotting dumpsters. In the distance, a hundred feet or so away, Autoload is seen slowly but surely gliding toward the Town Center. As he gets closer and closer to the soldiers, their nerves tense up. Master Bush vomits slightly to his left, and Houssam wipes from his brow. As Autoload walks into striking distance, each the members grab their clubs of iron and ambush Autoload. He cries out in pain and screams in agony as the Freetymes slams one end of his club into Autoload's face, as if planting a flag. Master Bush winds up a ferocious swing and works on breaking Autoload's legs, incase he tries to get back to his feet. Houssam nervously holds his metal club in his jittering hands. Master Bush yells for Houssam to throw in the final blow while he and Freetymes have got him under control, but Houssam can only seem to stand and watch. Freetymes slaps Houssam and tells him they need to do it, for Finn Rock's fate. Houssam shakes off his chills and paleness and firms his grip on his metal club. He raises it high over his head and lets out a cry and he brings the end of it straight through Autoload's chest, puncturing heart and lung. Each of the soldiers slowly back away from twitching body. After a few minutes, they each tie a rope to his feet and drag him out of the alley and back to the Town Center.

On the dying and brown grass rests Autoload, Han Po-Tsang (Healthy -- Cop) , bloody, beaten, and befouled by foreign metal.

Let the Second Night begin! Send in your night choices.

--Andy