Okay. I'm off to binge season four of House of Cards.

Let's get the night over on the weekend.
Vote: drealmer

Because he has made some strange arguments over the PM flavour, as well as rapidly approaching deadline.

Ho Hum

(Bastille – Hangin’)

NIGHTFALL

THREAD IS CLOSED - FLAVOR INCOMING

3. All players have a vote, which they may place upon any player. A vote may be withdrawn by unvoting. Once a player has more than 50% of the votes, that player will be lynched and the game will go to night. No amount of unvoting can prevent this. You DO need to unvote if you want to place new vote.

remember, trent stated that he think PM names mean nothing and are only flavor, and his name is:

Towandah Roberta Sonist

I think the setup could be 1TA, 1SK, and 11 town.

I think the other names should be analyzed for other hidden information. (including translated to see what they all mean, if anything.)

guess I'm dead though

THAT MEANS YOU GENIUS


Oh no wait, Leonard didn't unvote.

that's what I thought but then I did a refresh before posting and you said thread closed but I was confused so posted anyway...but yeah

I'M STILL ALIVE

and, last chance leonard to make the right choice and not vote me!

...and he logged off.

THE DRAMA, THE DRAMA

Game is still open. drealmer yet lives!

Towandah Roberta Sonist

there I think I got it correctly this time

curious, if I'm the lynch, how you all intend to read my wagon! not as bad as the JMich wagon readability in Vitek's game, but, still, I don't think my wagon will give much, and my flip is only going to show you made the wrong choice.

Dean Sloth slowly rose from her chair.

“Have you made your decision? Have you found one of the traitorous witches?”

Leonard03 pushed drealmer7 forward. “It’s her, she thinks she’s smarter than the rest of us.”

“Well, she is smarter than the rest of you,” replied Dean Sloth. “I was so certain of it.”

“It’s not fair!” screamed drealmer7. “I am the brightest one here! The best of you! I have an IQ of 1500! I speak twelve languages! I do Sudoku! I am innocent!”

Dean Sloth sighed. “The faculty has spoken. Apparently, you weren’t smart enough not to get caught, you evil LAMIST scum!” From behind her back, she withdrew a very large handgun. Her dainty hands managed to hold the weapon quite steadily, pointed squarely at drealmer7’s head.

The group, which had been muttering nervously, grew silent.

“I’m sorry dear, I really thought you would be the best of them,” she murmured sadly, and began advancing slowly. drealmer7 backed up, one step at a time.

“It’s not fair! This is injustice! I shared your dream! How can you do this to me?” She pleaded, looking around frantically. Still, step by step, she backed away, until she was nearly to the open window behind her.

“You’re fired,” said the Dean, and promptly pushed drealmer out of the window. Her scream as she fell was punctuated by a loud WHUMPing noise as she hit the garden two stories below. “Here, you can have this, too!” Dean Sloth turned and picked up the potted plant and threw it out the window after her, chunks of congealed vomit spraying as she chucked it. A satisfying whunk indicated it had hit its target, followed by a faint and demoralized “ow!” from below.

“Two points!” shouted the Dean gleefully. “Now let’s see what we have here…”

She grabbed drealmer7’s purse and dumped the contents all over the boardroom table. “Hmmm, Welsh passport, book of logic puzzles, Fleetwood Mac CD… what the hell is that anyway? Anyway… Hunh. Uh oh. Nothing wrong in here.”

dreamler7 has been fired. She was: Dr. Saith Freuddwyd, Professor of Analytics (TOWN VANILLA)

“Shit. SHIT. OOooOOoOOOARrrgghghghhhhh!!!!!” Dean Sloth began bouncing back and forth from one foot to another. “Dammit! DAMMIT! Dammit! You witless, imbecilic, half-wit, OOOooororooroooo I AM JUST SO MAD RIGHT NOW I COULD oooooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” She began yanking great tufts of her hair while screaming, sending the rest of the faculty into spasms of terror.

And suddenly it was gone. The storm passed from her face in an instant, and she turned back to face the remaining professors.

“Dr. Freuddwyd is no longer employed here, but the killers still are. I’m sending all of you to your offices for the night, locking the doors, and I’m locking and chaining up the doors to the stairwell. So unless you want to use the same exit as the analytics professor, I suggest you all get whatever rest you can curled up under your desks, and we’ll get back to work in the morning.”

And with that, she pulled several feet of heavy chains out of her purse and began the task of sealing the stairwell door.

Everyone else just sort of looked at each and shrugged, and then filed back to their offices and closed the doors behind them.

It is now Night.

Please cease all posting in the game thread. Those of you with QuickTopic threads may use them. Please send in all night actions within 48 hours. Day Two will launch sometime Sunday, March 6th.

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Final Vote Count:
drealmer (7) – Hunter, trent, flub, agent, Krypsyn, dedo, Leonard
flub (3) – Lift, Dessimu, drealmer


Not voting: cristi, HSL, CSPVG

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You obviously have an inferiority complex, perhaps my great sense of fashion intimidates you. BTW, my subject area is Management Psychology.

I'll cast my vote soon if no one else has anything to add.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

I apologize. I'm working from my phone and can't refresh while editing.