Mistborn Mafia: The Hemalurgic Spike

[mmeeshal]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ninja'd.

 

What sort of consequences?

[mmeeshal]

*flips a table over*

[mmeeshal]

FRICKEN BLUE OMGKLFLSKDJLKFDJKLJFSDKFJLKSJFLSDJFLKJSDFLKJSKLFJ

[Netbattler11]

I'll take your fire if you don't want it meesh.

[mmeeshal]

I don't have one! It's just a Kindle Touch.

[Netbattler11]

I'll take that too

[mmeeshal]

Only if I get a profit off it.

[Gabriel Kross]

(@*) / __|__|__ (meesh doing a table throw)

[Locke]

Vote Count:

 

Smiley (12) - Song; Maw; Wombat; Sakaea; Meesh; Key; Tina; Pale; Razen; Des; Graendal; Eternal Phoenix

Blackhoof (2) - Smiley; Songstress

Eternal Phoenix (1) - Turin

Christine (1) - Player

Wombat (1) - Blackhoof

 

 

Not Voting: Amegakure; Ishmael; Christine; MCS; Aiel Heart; Ironeyes

 

With 23 alive, it takes 12 to lynch.

 

Deadline: Friday 5:00 PM (GMT-5)

 

[Locke]

I did quite a few individual character sigs for people in Wombat's ASoIaF game, and promised Ishy a team sig for his winning team... which I haven't finished yet. It was a spur of the moment decision to do them for that game. We've got several talented sig makers hereabouts so i wouldn't be surprised if someone does one for this game. If it's fun enough to inspire one, that is.

 

NO PRESSURE LOCKE!

 

Oh, no pressure? That's good. I was afraid you were gonna try and make me responsible for something like this....

 

BUT, LOCKE, just so you know, for 9 more days, we're actually GMT-5, because they don't start DST until the 25th of March. You might want to invest in a Countdown Timer.

 

Inconceivable.

 

[Gabriel Kross]

I think my Meesh tablethrow smiley ninja'd Locke lol

[mmeeshal]

That reminds me... >.>

 

Oh, and you're welcome, Eebs.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTTJcz0rqco

[Gabriel Kross]

Oh god that was hillarious

[hotpocket2006]

I am sad that the first warm spring in MN, I am gone for >.>

 

Still good with the smiley lynch.

[Netbattler11]

BOOKFACE LOL

[Gabriel Kross]

Fac e book

[Locke]

The group discusses for some time. Realizing that the killers had to be among them, they tried to analyze each other's behavior, searching for a giveaway of intentions. After long hours of debate while eating marshmallows around a fire, they decided that Smiley was the scummiest emoticon of them all. So with conviction and vigour, they grabbed him and threw him off the nearest cliff.

 

Smiley, Bad Guy, has been lynched.

 

It is now Night. Feruchemic storages are due by 12:00 PM Saturday. (GMT-5). All other Night Actions (including Spikes) are due 8:00 PM Monday. (GMT-5)

[hotpocket2006]

Man. I nailed that one on the head.

[Aiel Heart]

We're in the MISTBORN world, and we killed someone by throwing them OFF A CLIFF???????

 

 

I see....

 

Ok, need to do a reread now to see what this means for us

[mmeeshal]

Sweet!

[Christine]

Wow. This is the downside to never looking through your inbox. I never even realized that I got my role PM, until I just now saw this popped up on the recent posts for the Black Tower.

 

 

 

Good job on getting a bad guy. I will be back to do a full reread as soon as I finish dinner.

[Gabriel Kross]

*best Ashton Kutcher impersonation*

 

[Netbattler11]

I can see that we're not going to get a whole lot of creative scenes. Or role names, for that matter. Bad Guy? Really?

[Gabriel Kross]

Guess that means no siggys but lucky for Locke there is no pressure from Songstress (maybe lock is Mafia?)

[Ironeyes]

Wow, I take a shower after practice and get out to find I've missed the voting deadline. Ohh, well.

 

Now, I don't actually know the late Smiley's powers, but for the purpose of this story, I'll make him a Thug.

Pain. That was all that was, all that could exist. Smiley lay, broken but alive, at the base of the cliff that his mistaken cohorts had chosen to dump him from. Right or wrong about his innocence, they had missed one crucial detail. Pewter. A man could survive many things with that comfortable flame in his chest, and they had somehow forgotten to use a Leecher on him before the attempted lynching. It was running out, though. Pewter burned fast, and though his injuries were not fatal now, they could be when he was no longer burning. With a tremendous effort, Smiley reached down to the heel of his boot and pulled out a small glass vial, filled with an alcohol solution of metal. He swallowed this and, his reserve restored, proceeded to flare it so that he could walk again. As the sun sank, he limped heavily toward the nearest town, where perhaps he could hide until, fully healed, he would take his revenge on the twelve who had voted against him.

Better watch out, he is coming!