CMP Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 14.Dunjohn 19.Alice 30.Darth Hawken 34.The crazy one 35.Gamer 37.indianajones 41.Peppermint_M 44.AwesomeKenobiClone 49.Masked Builder 50.Pyramid 51.ThatGuyWithTheBricks 52.greenskull139 How about now?
The Legonater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 14.Dunjohn19.Alice 30.Darth Hawken 34.The crazy one 35.Gamer 37.indianajones 41.Peppermint_M 44.AwesomeKenobiClone 49.Masked Builder 50.Pyramid 51.ThatGuyWithTheBricks 52.greenskull139 How about now? Oi, dat's much betta. I'ma gonna try and geet shome shut eye now. Don't wake me *Snore*
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 I've made my wishes... I sent them in last night. May the slaughter begin.
Dannylonglegs Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 May the slaughter begin. Slaughter? Is there to be a feast in my honour? How thoughtfull! (FYI I like my fine meats medium rare with allot of seasoning! ) You peasants are so accommodating! ~Persian Aristocrat
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 You peasants are so accommodating!~Persian Aristocrat Peasant? Who said anything about being a Peasant? I`m a Redcoat soldier sent here by the King.
brickme Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 Peasant? Who said anything about being a Peasant? I`m a Redcoat soldier sent here by the King. Hmm... But if you are indeed a redcoat sent by the king why are you for hire? *Sigh* It is late and I must rest. If any of you WAKE (super bad pun) me up tonight, You will find a dagger in your head. *Walks away slightly peevishly*
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 Hmm... But if you are indeed a redcoat sent by the king why are you for hire?*Sigh* It is late and I must rest. If any of you WAKE (super bad pun) me up tonight, You will find a dagger in your head. *Walks away slightly peevishly* I`m a rouge Redcoat. I must have something else to do while my regiment gets slaughterd by the Persian army.
Dannylonglegs Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 I`m a rouge Redcoat. I can see that your rouge, stating that your coat is red is just redundant. I do like that color though. But my favorate is purple--It just feels more regal. Here's a coin for entertaining me. *tosses coin onto the ground in-front of him* ~Persian Aristocrat
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 (edited) Here's a coin for entertaining me. *tosses coin onto the ground in-front of him*~Persian Aristocrat *Takes coin and spits on the Persian Aristocrat. * Edited May 11, 2010 by General Redwater
Dannylonglegs Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 *Takes coin and spits on the Persian Aristocrat. * Ugh, how insulting! What insolence! Ugh! I have been soiled!! Oh, guards take me to my private bathing chambers! Foil dirty rotten Peasant! ~Persian Aristocrat
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 (edited) Foil dirty rotten Peasant!~Persian Aristocrat "Filthy dirty rotten Aristocrat!" - V. Redwater Edited May 11, 2010 by General Redwater
CMP Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 Ugh, how insulting! What insolence! Ugh! I have been soiled!! Oh, guards take me to my private bathing chambers! Foil dirty rotten Peasant!~Persian Aristocrat I'll kill 'em for a nickel.
JimBee Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 You may now continue to discuss amongst yourselves or go home to prepare for the jobs at hand. Oh, and don't all of you kill JimButcher, please, it would be a waste at this point. Come on, I'll take all of you on! 14.Dunjohn19.Alice 22.hewman 30.Darth Hawken 33.Fugazi 34.The crazy one 35.Gamer 36.Roncanator 37.indianajones 41.Peppermint_M 44.AwesomeKenobiClone 48.awesomebrick 49.Masked Builder 50.Pyramid 51.ThatGuyWithTheBricks 52.greenskull139 There. So... what do we do now? I don't know about everyone else, but I'm going to go sharpen my blades and prepare to go down swinging. You brought this upon yourselves, and when I'm dead, you'll find that all of your efforts have been for nothing. When you find that I'm innocent tomorrow, think back to those who accused me early on, and didn't really have a good reason: Peppermint M Lord Arjay ...others. I can see that thee were some who did have reason to believe I was a Nazim (foolishly), and were eager to kill, but whom I believe are innocent. Stay smart, and don't let my death go to waste.
pedro Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 Pedram sits by firelight under the star-fliied Persian sky. A cool breeze blows around the dancing flame as he attaches a new string to his lute and strums softly, tuning it to soft notes, and begins to play a sweet lullaby...
General Redwater Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 Pedram sits by firelight under the star-fliied Persian sky. A cool breeze blows around the dancing flame as he attaches a new string to his lute and strums softly, tuning it to soft notes, and begins to play a sweet lullaby... V. Redwater listens to lullaby...............listens..........listens..............liste..............( snores).
Sisco Posted May 11, 2010 Posted May 11, 2010 ...others. I can see that thee were some who did have reason to believe I was a Nazim (foolishly), and were eager to kill, but whom I believe are innocent. Stay smart, and don't let my death go to waste. Hm. By others, you mean me, I presume? I had reason enough to suspect you. I will publicly apologise for starting it all in the discussion topic if I'm wrong, but don't expect a heart-felt apology anytime soon.
Hewman Posted May 12, 2010 Posted May 12, 2010 (edited) Again, what?These are the people who have not spoke. Again, tell me if I make any mistakes. 14.Dunjohn 19.Alice 22.hewman 30.Darth Hawken 33.Fugazi 34.The crazy one 35.Gamer 36.Roncanator 37.indianajones 41.Peppermint_M 44.AwesomeKenobiClone 48.awesomebrick 49.Masked Builder 50.Pyramid 51.ThatGuyWithTheBricks 52.greenskull139 This is a pretty rough draft. I'd say that list is incorrect given I have definitely spoken (post ten in this thread for a start). I admire your dedication but not your accuracy. I wouldn't have the patience to even attempt this! Edited May 12, 2010 by hewman
CMP Posted May 12, 2010 Posted May 12, 2010 I'd say that list is incorrect given I have definitely spoken (post ten in this thread for a start). I admire your dedication but not your accuracy. I wouldn't have the patience to even attempt this! If you have noticed the edited version, you would have seen somebody already corrected it.
Hewman Posted May 12, 2010 Posted May 12, 2010 If you have noticed the edited version, you would have seen somebody already corrected it. Ahh silly me, reading posts in sequential order! Llik Mazin - Persian kitty
JimBee Posted May 12, 2010 Posted May 12, 2010 Hm. By others, you mean me, I presume? I had reason enough to suspect you. I will publicly apologise for starting it all in the discussion topic if I'm wrong, but don't expect a heart-felt apology anytime soon. No. I'm fairly certain that someone with an opposition such as you would not be a Nazim, unless you're just stupid.
Shadows Posted May 12, 2010 Author Posted May 12, 2010 And as the night draws to a close, Grand Vizier Shadir the One Eyed can sense the coming violence. It warms his heart and fills his soul with happiness to know that the good people will soon be fighting the evil Nazim. Do your best out there, we're counting on you! CLOSED Results will be posted in this topic in 3 hours or less. Yes, that's right, I am brilliant enough to be able to process all of this in that time.
Shadows Posted May 12, 2010 Author Posted May 12, 2010 Day/Night 1: Conclusion As the crowd finally disperses from the market square, the night truly begins. In his home, JimButcher is preparing for the night's actions. Retrieving his dagger and covering his face, he heads out into the night, only to be met by a mob of angry citizens brandishing swords, torches, and forks. "Hey guys, I'm just about to go get those dirty Nizam!" he says nervously, but the crowd isn't willing to listen. Suddenly, from a nearby alley, a second crowd appears. "Wait! We trust him! This will not happen! There are so many of you..." The second crowd flees, but before they can escape, daggers fly! YG-49 catches one in the chest and Ricecracker is slightly wounded in the arm. YG-49 dies quickly but Ricecracker manages to run off as one of the crowd slices Zapper Brick's head clean off with a sword. JimButcher watches in horror, but is cornered and quickly forked to death. The crowd, pleased with their efforts, disperses into the night. Across town, Sandy is dancity dancity dancing towards her home, unaware of what is waiting there. "Oh, my poor feet are killing me," she sighs. "It isn't your feet that will kill you," says a voice from the dark as another group of citizens step into view. The two people who were secretly escorting her turn to run off, but professor flitwick trips on a pot and the assassin who was following him takes the opportunity to finish him off with a nearby camel. You don't really want to know how. Meanwhile, the assembled crowd grabs Sandy and tosses her into a nearby furnace where no matter how quickly she dances, she just can't stop the fire. As the mob disperses, The Legonater remembers an errand he needs to run and goes off on his own, unaware of the trap ahead. As he steps on a pile of palm fronds, he falls into a spiked pit and dies a horrendous death. Big Cam chuckles from above then leaves, only to find his own fate lying in wait around the next corner as a pair of street thugs grab him. "Big man in town, eh? Not for long." After gagging him, they use their swords to cut him into 142 pieces, which they then toss in various fires and plants and vases and pots and cauldrons and pretty much anywhere they'll fit. "Now you're a little man all over town," they chuckle. "That was so much fun," thought Burman, "I hope he was Nizam. Oh well, no matter." As he entered his house, he didn't notice the person standing behind the door, but he did notice the rope they strangled him with. "I hope he was Nizam," the killer thought, "Oh well, no matter." He quickly departed. "I'm glad no one would ever suspect me," thinks iamded. "I wonder what I should do this evening? It's so hard to decide..." Just then, he sees Dragonator standing in his market stall. "I know! I'll do everything to him! It's brilliant! It's crazy! It's crazy brilliant!" He runs over, swinging his sword at the unsuspecting Dragonator who is just closing down for the night. As he approaches, Dragonator turns, still holding the spear he was putting on display. The two meet in a brilliant display of blood, snapping the spear off in iamded's chest. "Hey! That's valuable inventory," cries Dragonator, but to no end, iamded can't hear him anymore. Dragonator quickly steals his wallet to make up for the inventory loss and shuffles off into the night, unaware of what awaits him at home. As he arrives, he notices that the shadows around his house are all moving, "I'll draw my weapon!" he thinks, but but the DM assures him that everything is fine. "I don't know... this isn't right..." He turns to run but is met by a small crowd of killers, hungry for blood and vengeance. "I'm innocent, just a simple mostly honest merchant trying to get by in the world!" he proclaims, but they aren't listening. Just then, more shadows move and an equal number of protectors step out into the street. "Bah, it's a draw" one of the killers says as they quickly depart. "Thanks, guys!" Dragonator says to the protectors, but they've already disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Heading home from protecting Dragonator, TinyPiesRUs smiles a little, feeling good about the job he'd done. Distracted by his recent success, he doesn't notice the cart of potatoes at the top of the hill, but why would he, it's just a cart of potatoes. A cart of potatoes that someone has just shoved down the hill. As it rolls, faster and faster, the killer grins at their work. Across the street, greenskull139 sees the approaching cart and tries to call out to TinyPiesRUs, but is interrupted when a large pot falls off the balcony above and crushes his skull. His killer flees across the rooftops. TinyPiesRUs, still unaware, stops at his door, but before he can unlock it, the hurtling cart mashes him like so many potatoes. The killer heads off into the night. Around the corner, hiny is happily sitting in his living room watching the fire in his hearth and sipping a glass of wine. "What a crazy night, and I still have to go out and do my duty... Ah well, I can rest a bit first." He never wakes up from his nap. His killer, satisfied that the poisonous plant he'd placed in the fire had done a quick and efficient job, heads to his next target. Badboythe88, beautiful as ever, is still standing in the market looking for a camel to rent to get the hell out of Persia. "This would never happen anywhere else!" she proclaims angrily. "Beautiful women aren't supposed to have problems!" Her problems were about to end. "A camel," her killer mutters, "I'll give her a camel." He quickly opens a nearby gate, releasing Abdul the Mad Camel of Persia, the one camel in the world with a psychopathic hatred of blonde women. Galloping towards badboytje88, he can only think of how much he's going to enjoy this, and she can only think of the nail she broke earlier. The two thoughts merge into one as he breaks all of her nails, and 82% of the bones in her body, leaving a blonde and bloody mess in the market square. CallMePie cautiously approaches Stash2Sixx. Quietly. Carefully. Then he trips on a rock and lands in a fire pit. Thankfully, the fire was out, but his efforts to surprise are ruined. Stash2Sixx quickly steps behind a bodyguard who had escorted him and then retreats to the safety of his home. CallMePie had no such protection. When his killer drops from a nearby rooftop, he doesn't even have time to get up before being stabbed and pinned in place by a large pole. His killer tosses a match in the pit, leaving CallMePie to scream in agony as he slowly becomes CallMeFried. No one came out to help, though they heard his screams for several minutes before they finally stopped and the quiet of the evening returned. Even though he had failed to protect Sandy earlier, awesomebrick was still feeling awesome. He'd been successful at killing, and the person he blocked was also dead, so 2 out of 3 wasn't bad. It wasn't to last, however, as a vulture fell out of the sky and landed on him, knocking him to the ground. "What the ...", he cried, then saw the arrow in the vulture. "Oh, someone shot it. Stupid hunters." He never saw the arrow that pierced his own heart, he just died instantly and became an awesomecorpse. His killer chuckled and quickly departed. Small skirmishes break out across town, equally numbered mobs facing off and retreating in stalemate. Pots are broken, fires started and put out, carts toppled, monkeys molested, ostriches ostracized, camel dung thrown, and for the most part, a lot of hiding in the shadows and missing targets. Still more citizens prepared to leave their homes to perform their duty, but found themselves locked in. 16 of them, to be exact. Others went to find their targets, only to find them already dead. There had been a lot of duplication in the wishes, and as a result, the night wasn't as bloody as some had hoped, but had it been successful? Had they managed to kill the Nizam? Stay tuned for day 2 to see the results of your efforts. The Dead: awesomebrick badboytje88 Big Cam Burman CallMePie greenskull139 hiny iamded JimButcher professor flitwick Sandy The Legonater TinyPiesRUs YG-49 Zapper Brick (3 hours? BAH! Try 2!)
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