You make a good point. Honestly, if we need to force a vote to avoid a "Sudden Death" night, I'm leaning towards crazy Ethel with her demon-possessed mouth. That's all I have to go on: her grating personality. Apologies, madam.

I agree.

*giggles*

Maybe after this whole epidemic... If I marry you, I can finally get out of this joint and get a real job... and so can you!

Are we still on for dinner tonight, Peter?

Well... We are slaves so technically cant go anywhere unless we're given freedom for our brave efforts or something. But yeah sure.

Yes we're still on for dinner tonight.

Oh... yeah... I forgot... Maybe the King shall spare us!

He is, after all a very generous man. And his Queen is a very kind lady.

Speaking of which, can I get anybody anything?

Lunch? Sure, anything you like.

Like I said, I think we should wait until after lunch to come to a conclusion. Answers may reveal themselves in time.

That is sage advice, Friar. Perhaps one of the single lads can quickly marry Ethel in order to silence her.

Like, do you think I didn't totally sign the Ye Olde Single Maides Act? *giggle*

... Maids are, like, totally going to be single forevar, unless they get swept off their washbins, or something awesomesuace like that! Like, it is so necessary for all maids to totally sign this form, or they won't be part of the unioneth. In the spot thingy below, you can, like, sign your name, and put your Instant Courier down there too, so we can all totally be bffls! ...

You are so out of it, girlfriend!

That's all I have to go on: her grating personality.

Who's the hy-po-crat, like, now, girlfriend? You were all like, "No killing at random, bad karma!" and now you're totally, "Let's kill the hottie!" That is so predejuice! *head snap*

Like, do you think I didn't totally sign the Ye Olde Single Maides Act? *giggle*

... Maids are, like, totally going to be single forevar, unless they get swept off their washbins, or something awesomesuace like that! Like, it is so necessary for all maids to totally sign this form, or they won't be part of the unioneth. In the spot thingy below, you can, like, sign your name, and put your Instant Courier down there too, so we can all totally be bffls! ...

You are so out of it, girlfriend!

Who's the hy-po-crat, like, now, girlfriend? You were all like, "No killing at random, bad karma!" and now you're totally, "Let's kill the hottie!" That is so predejuice! *head snap*

Well, you don't act much like a maid. You're rude, insolent, insubordinate, chesty. And you speak and butt-smack and head-snap like nobody I've ever met in this century. You are the most likely candidate to be some sort of demon. I agree with the chef, though. Perhaps after lunch we will have more clues to go by. Your odd speech and body language may be just some sort of ailment or retardation.

For the record, you really aren't that hot.

Annoying, yes. Hot, no.

Well, you don't act much like a maid. You're rude, insolent, insubordinate, chesty. And you speak and butt-smack and head-snap like nobody I've ever met in this century. You are the most likely candidate to be some sort of demon. I agree with the chef, though. Perhaps after lunch we will have more clues to go by. Your odd speech and body language may be just some sort of ailment or retardation.

Rude, like yeah. Insolent and insubordinate? Totally! Chesty? I'm busty, sister. And it's so, like, called bimboism. Get with the program, boyfriend!

For the record, you really aren't that hot.

Annoying, yes. Hot, no.

At least I, you know, have boobs. Where are yours, girlfriend?

I supposed as servants and maids, we should know our humble position in this complicated traditional hierarchy system...

Simon, I love reading the books in the library, and the "Chronicles of EBRP" is one interesting piece of history.

It is well-known that demons inhabiting the bodies of young women do not easily partake of ordinary mortal food, so lunch provides an excellent test!

If this Valley Girl on steroids simple maiden screams when a carb and fat-laden deep-fried Snickers bar is shoved down her throat, then it is entirely possible that she *is*, in fact, possessed by a demon.

Just puttin' it out there.

It is well-known that demons inhabiting the bodies of young women do not easily partake of ordinary mortal food, so lunch provides an excellent test!

If this Valley Girl on steroids simple maiden screams when a carb and fat-laden deep-fried Snickers bar is shoved down her throat, then it is entirely possible that she *is*, in fact, possessed by a demon.

And if she doesn't scream then she's just a retard?

If she doesn't scream then her gag reflex is shot to hell and she is probably, also, a demon.

If she doesn't scream then her gag reflex is shot to hell and she is probably, also, a demon.

Thank you, O wise Friar. You've made it quite clear what should be done. I remember a similar test our last Friar taught us, before he was found to be a demon. We stab Ethel through the heart with a sword and if she survives the attack she is a demon, but if she dies she was a heretic.

Yes, demonology is an amazing growth industry!

And yet, if there is still any doubt, the Good Lord Himself may yet intervene. The Lord saith, Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet: Therefore the Lord will smite with a scab the crown of the head of the daughters of Zion, and the Lord will discover their secret parts. (Isaiah 3:16)

I would advise any foot-tinklers to take heed of this wisdom.

Yes, demonology is an amazing growth industry!

And yet, if there is still any doubt, the Good Lord Himself may yet intervene. The Lord saith, Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet: Therefore the Lord will smite with a scab the crown of the head of the daughters of Zion, and the Lord will discover their secret parts. (Isaiah 3:16)

I would advise any foot-tinklers to take heed of this wisdom.

I do believe Ethel was urinating from her toes. A demon indeed...

Another good one is if you boil the accused in oil and they float, they're a demon. If they sink to the bottom and dissolve then they are soup.

Well shouldn't someone start then?

I guess I will...

Vote: Ethel/Adam/Hey Baby!/CrazyHereticChick

Better we vote of a useless rambler then let sudden death come tonight.

Well shouldn't someone start then?

I guess I will...

Vote: Ethel/Adam/Hey Baby!/CrazyHereticChick

Better we vote of a useless rambler then let sudden death come tonight.

Hmmm. But the chef seems to think there will be lunch first. Lunch...then death.

Voting right away is nonsense, we don't even have a clue yet, so its a shot in the dark if you do that, I say wait until tomorrow before we make a decision, when we might actually know something.

Hmmm. But the chef seems to think there will be lunch first. Lunch...then death.

Right. I was making an inference from past games... of life, in that clues sometimes appear at midday, when major daytime events usually occur.

Hmmm. But the chef seems to think there will be lunch first. Lunch...then death.

Ah I missed that.

Voting right away is nonsense, we don't even have a clue yet, so its a shot in the dark if you do that, I say wait until tomorrow before we make a decision, when we might actually know something.

I'd rather take a risk now then risk a Sudden Death Night from doing nothing.

I've heard of tales from other cities that were infested by evil... the first day or 2 were just blind killing but after that most of the time they rid their city of evil.

Unvote: Ethel/Adam/Hey Baby!/CrazyHereticChick

For now...

Voting right away is nonsense, we don't even have a clue yet, so its a shot in the dark if you do that, I say wait until tomorrow before we make a decision, when we might actually know something.

Pay attention. If we don't reach a conviction the game...of life...goes into Sudden Death Mode...of life. Whatever that means. To avoid whatever that would mean and it doesn't sound good, we hope to at least discuss the possibility of reaching a conviction today. So, waiting tomorrow makes great sense, but we should make the most of our time due to all of the circumstances presented to us.

A godly man after my own heart! I was just about to ask Simon if he had a copy of the Malleus Malleficarum, aka the Hammer of the Witches, which is an expert treatise on identifying witchy glamours and casting them out. [/i]

Really? I've always preferred another timeless classic: "Fernando's Inquisitor's Guide to Witch-Spotting"

Pay attention. If we don't reach a conviction the game...of life...goes into Sudden Death Mode...of life. Whatever that means. To avoid whatever that would mean and it doesn't sound good, we hope to at least discuss the possibility of reaching a conviction today. So, waiting tomorrow makes great sense, but we should make the most of our time due to all of the circumstances presented to us.

Surely sudden death can't be much worse than killing off someone without any evidence? If we do get enough evidence to vote someone off, I'll be all for it, but if not, I won't be voting just for the hell of it.

Surely sudden death can't be much worse than killing off someone without any evidence? If we do get enough evidence to vote someone off, I'll be all for it, but if not, I won't be voting just for the hell of it.

Well said.

Well said.

Thanks. Wanna get married?

Lunch...then death.

I think you are mistaken, milord. It is actually cake, then death.

Thanks. Wanna get married?

Apologies, dear lady. I am already married. But look on the bright side: since you are single God doesn't require that you shut up.

I think you are mistaken, milord. It is actually cake, then death.

My mistake madam.