Despothera's House of the Undead Mafia Signups!!! (Advanced/Experimental)

[Ithillian Turambar]

She did what now?

[ReleaseTheEvil]

[ReleaseTheEvil]

Now MY counting looks off

[ineedfourberfs]

[Leyrann]

 

If you make this game start between 5 AM GMT and 7 PM GMT, I'm in. Because if you start just before I go to bed and all the americans get active, there are 15+ pages when I can start reading, and then I just don't manage to get in... Once I'm already in, it's easier.

 

I'm sorry to have to say this Ley, but you've already shown a recent trend towards extreme inactivity in mafia games, as well as needing to be replaced. And you already seeming to not want to commit to a possibly active game isn't a good sign either. 15+ pages isn't really that much to have to catch up on, I want all the players signing up for my games to be committed to playing, regardless of how active the game is. I can't promise what time I'll start the game.

 

Do you think you can seriously commit to the game, regardless of when it starts or how active it ends up being?

 

 

I think I can. I just need to force myself to catch up, because when I'm caught up a first time, I can easily keep active.

[Netbattler11]

Are we ready to go or do we need one more?

[Leyrann]

With me it's full, right?

[hazelkrs1]

Hey guys sorry about the wait, its been pretty busy for me the past couple of days. Still got some stuff going on (friggin ac might be broke), but either way I'll start the game tonight

[Netbattler11]

LET IT BEGIN

[WWWwombat]

There are no beginnings...

[bgrishinko]

But it is A beginning....

[WWWwombat]

A wind broke near Despo's nethers.  It was a stinky wind.  It smelled of rot and decay.  And it was a hot, moist wind as well.  And so the wind blew upwards and westward.  It rose above the Appalachians where the hippies were hiking and kept on rising until it found its way into the jetstream.  Northward and eastward it blew now, picking up speed and descending.  It passed over the city of New York, that had once been New Amsterdam when the Dutchmen had first settled it.  It gusted against the evening land breeze, still hot and stinky.  People looked up and sniffed but it was quickly gone, racing upstate along the Hudson.  Eastward it turned at Catskill, losing some of its speed.  It passed over the western reaches of Massachusetts and turned along the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.  It descended again, crossing the Great Interstate, which carried trade from as far away as exotic Florida.  And so it began its final stretch at midnight, in odorous counterpoint to the legendary Midnight Ride, passing over towns either asleep or headed that way.  And so it made its way into the suburbs, crossed over another thoroughfare, and wound its way up a small but decently-paved road.  To the top of the street it went, and gusted onto one of the porches where a man in his twenties was sitting.  It was much diminished from the beginning of its journey, but it still brought its stench.  But the man, Wombat he was called, sensed something else.  A sequence of seven deep tones as pure as from a fretless bass.  He wrinkled his nose and exclaimed:

 

Man that is one funky breeze.

[hazelkrs1]

But it is A beginning....

 

 

Man Wombat, that was one eloquently written fart joke.

 

 

Still finishing up date night, PM's will go out in a little while

[WWWwombat]

This is what I feel like right now:

 

 

 

ii...

 

V⁷...

 

 

Wait for it...

 

 

Wait for it...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait for it...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait for it...

[Netbattler11]

A wind broke near Despo's nethers.  It was a stinky wind.  It smelled of rot and decay.  And it was a hot, moist wind as well.  And so the wind blew upwards and westward.  It rose above the Appalachians where the hippies were hiking and kept on rising until it found its way into the jetstream.  Northward and eastward it blew now, picking up speed and descending.  It passed over the city of New York, that had once been New Amsterdam when the Dutchmen had first settled it.  It gusted against the evening land breeze, still hot and stinky.  People looked up and sniffed but it was quickly gone, racing upstate along the Hudson.  Eastward it turned at Catskill, losing some of its speed.  It passed over the western reaches of Massachusetts and turned along the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.  It descended again, crossing the Great Interstate, which carried trade from as far away as exotic Florida.  And so it began its final stretch at midnight, in odorous counterpoint to the legendary Midnight Ride, passing over towns either asleep or headed that way.  And so it made its way into the suburbs, crossed over another thoroughfare, and wound its way up a small but decently-paved road.  To the top of the street it went, and gusted onto one of the porches where a man in his twenties was sitting.  It was much diminished from the beginning of its journey, but it still brought its stench.  But the man, Wombat he was called, sensed something else.  A sequence of seven deep tones as pure as from a fretless bass.  He wrinkled his nose and exclaimed:

 

Man that is one funky breeze.

5 points, sir.

[Leyrann]

5 points from me too... Gotta spend them so I get my own 5 from spending all my monthly points.

[Ithillian Turambar]

Can't give yourself points @ Ley.

 

Good try though lol.

[Leyrann]

Can't give yourself points @ Ley.

 

Good try though lol.

 

I'm not giving myself points.

 

I'm giving Wombat 5 for that amazing story, and I'm trying to spend all points I can spend, because then I get 25% of those points as bonus for myself. Now I think about it though, that might be Light-specific... Should probably look that up.

[Leyrann]

Day 42: Supplies running low. Still waiting for my PM to arrive.

[ineedfourberfs]

I smell a scam

[Turin Turambar]

Total scam. 25% kickback on points. I like it.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

 

Can't give yourself points @ Ley.

Good try though lol.

 

 

I'm not giving myself points.

 

I'm giving Wombat 5 for that amazing story, and I'm trying to spend all points I can spend, because then I get 25% of those points as bonus for myself. Now I think about it though, that might be Light-specific... Should probably look that up.

loose lips sink ships

 

faction tasks are private to the faction.

 

if I could minus you points, I would for that.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

Total scam. 25% kickback on points. I like it.

yes, I'm sure there are no scammy shadow tasks

[Turin Turambar]

All shadow tasks are 100% funny wig wearing legit.

 

Totally. Yep. No doubt about it.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

I never doubted it :)