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Joined: October 11 2010
Location: Across the sea
Status: Offline
Points: 60
Posted: December 18 2010 at 21:00
BloodFeastIslandMan wrote:
RIP everrbodieee :(
My exact reaction. :(
MovingPictures07 wrote:
I'm sorry if any of
you are truly angry with the results of Day 11.2, but it's Avant-Garde Mafia and
certainly it's a unique experience, one that I would never intend on
recreating. It's been an absolutely unforgettable experience hosting this game
for you guys, and I hope all of you stick around for the endgame.
Joined: October 09 2010
Location: Pennsylvania
Status: Offline
Points: 100
Posted: December 18 2010 at 22:35
Well that's easy, my favorite number is a choice. *votes 23*
13 is cool too, but meh. 23 ftw. And hey it's in my username so maybe it benefits me. Or maybe not. I shouldn't really guess anything in this game, it's worthless. But what I can do is pick numbers I like, and that works out for me.
Triceratopsoil
selected door 18. nutella23 selected door 23. “Interesting…” thought the
mysterious voice. “Well, I will keep my part of the deal. The doors shall be
opened.” The numbers on doors 18 and 23 began to change colors and gradually
shrink. Once the numbers disappeared, the doors opened, and two players walked
out of them. The black box thereafter vanished into thin air.
SaltyJon and The
Truth have been resurrected.
It is now Night
12. You have 24 hours to send in your PMs.
Joined: November 12 2010
Status: Offline
Points: 59
Posted: December 19 2010 at 23:49
MovingPictures07 wrote:
JJLehto wrote:
Angry? Nah, just disappointed.
We so called this
And lol, there are 2 members left?
I was surprised that you guys didn't spread out the risk a bit more.
Yes, there are 2 players left, presumably 1 from Beefheart and 1 from Henry Cow.
I was | | < this close to saying no too!!!!! Ahh!!! I shall think twice before following the crowd again. But alas, I cannot stay angry at such an avant mind
p.s. Sorry for responding to this so late. Been working and celebrating graduation!
I am so omniscient, if there was to be 5 omnisciences, I would be all 11.
Prepare yourselves for the Subjugation!!!!!!
The
teams stared each other down, waiting for someone to make even the slightest
move. Eventually, they grew tired and began to let their guards down. A few
hours passed. Then, all of a sudden, a giant squid appeared out of nowhere. It
eyed nutella23 and rushed after her.
She became alert just at the right moment, and once again was able to defeat
the monster. All of this was occurring while Triceratopsoil had fallen asleep.
He
was lying on his bed. He awoke to find that he was in a dimension entirely black.
He was hesitant to rise from his bed, but did, and was able to walk on what
seemed to be absolute nothing. The atmosphere made him feel a way he really
hadn’t felt the entire time he has been fighting this duel. He temporarily broke down. “I
have come so close to the end, and yet… I feel victory is completely out of
reach. Why? Why does it feel like I’m simply enduring all of these tragedies to
amount with nothing?” He wasn’t sure to whom he was talking, but it was
somewhat cathartic to express it. He regained his composure. He looked around
him. He could hear something, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Thump. Thump.
Thump. It grew louder. It was like his heart was pounding, but it surrounded
him from the space around him. As the sound amplified, he could feel pressure
in the air change around him, as if some invisible object was gradually going
to constrict him. Suddenly, everything stopped.
Triceratopsoil opened his
eyes. He trembled in pain. A knife had been twisted right into his heart. He
looked up with every ounce of strength he had left to see nutella23, smiling in satisfaction. “I ran out of socks,” she
spoke. Triceratopsoil gave into the
pain and his body sagged onto the ground.
nutella23 has survived a kill attempt by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band.
Triceratopsoil was killed by Henry Cow.
The Truth stood in
amazement as his trusted bandmate took the knife. Knowing that the game was
over, he looked at his opponents first in fear, second in acceptance of his
fate.
The
mysterious voice brought Starhammer,
BloodFeastIslandMan, and Lizzy to life out of thin air. “Congratulations,
all of you. You’ve earned it.” The recently resurrected looked at SaltyJon and nutella23. They advanced on The
Truth, beating the life out of him.
The
duel was finally over. Control over the dimension was theirs for eternity. The
mysterious voice granted them the powers that a previous individual had granted
him, as he faded into obscurity. Henry Cow established an multidimensional
empire that would be controlled by the five individuals for decades to come.
The Truth has been killed by Henry Cow. The game has
ended. Henry Cow is victorious!
I will now entertain tons of questions and facilitate discussion regarding the many secrets and events in the game. Unfortunately, it is 1:13AM and I am rather tired, so my responses will likely have to wait until tomorrow. I will also update the role list then.
I really had a wonderful time hosting this game for all of you guys, and it was truly satisfying to see this game come to life. I hope all of you had a really enjoyable time.
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